Dropping back to his knees again, he slid his warm hands from my ankles to my thighs, his callused fingertips contrasting with the softness of his palms. I shivered, my body quaking so notably I knew he could see it.
Without warning, he slid his hands under my knees, bent them up and splayed them wide. His soft hair skimmed over my thighs as he sank his head between them. Inhaling deeply, he nibbled at my bathing suit bottoms covering my neatly trimmed pussy.
When Sawyer lifted his head, the glint in his eyes told me he was all but gone. "You smell so fucking sexy," he mumbled, as his fingers slipped my bikini bottoms to the side and made way for his tongue. One swift lick sent a sharp shock wave through me and my back instantly bowed off the bed. He chuckled and looked delighted with my reaction.
"Baby, I love that you're so sensitive to my touch," he told me, as he hooked his fingers through the elastic and hurriedly dragged my swimming attire down my legs. "Hello, look at you, you pretty thing," he whispered playfully, before he explored my folds tentatively with his fingers and suddenly slipped one inside.
My heartbeat soared and my breath hitched, but Sawyer never broke stride as he leaned in, taking my clitoris into his mouth and began sucking it hard. "Oh, jeez," I muttered as he took me to the edge in seconds. I was rewarded with a snicker that blew his breath down his nose and it wafted over my pussy.
Another few sucks and lights flashed behind my eyes as an unexpected brain-melting orgasm tore through me. It felt so intense that I surprised myself when I screamed. I had never been a screamer.
"Mmm," he mumbled when I came on his tongue and continually held me in place, flicked my hardened nub as fast as his tongue could go and finger-fucked me with equal speed. When my nails dug into his scalp, because he wouldn't let me go, he switched it up and brought me down with long laps at my entrance with his hot and very talented tongue.
"Fuck, mmm …" I muttered breathlessly, as I recovered from my euphoric high and looked down at him.
"Your cunt tastes so sweet," he mumbled again, moving me farther up the bed and knelt between my legs.
"Don't say that. I hate that word," I admonished, seriously.
"What word? Cunt? This?" he asked, his fingers sliding over my entrance before moving in tiny circles over my clit. "We're grown-ups, right? You wouldn't talk dirty to me and call my dick a penis would you?"
I shook my head after considering his point, but the language still felt offensive. "I'd prefer something else if you don't mind." Without arguing further, I watched as he leaned over to his nightstand and pulled out a large box of condoms.
"Thought you didn't bring anyone here?" I challenged when I saw how easily he accessed his protection.
"Got to keep them somewhere, right? Where else would I put them? I know where to find them there." His answer had been a reasonable one and I relaxed again as he tore the packet with his teeth and rolled the thin sheath over the crown of his cock and down his shaft. "Baby, I know your kisses drive me wild and your pussy is delectably sweet. Now let's see what else I can learn about you." My heart almost burst with excitement because no man had ever spoken to me this way in my past.
This time I didn't cringe, because hearing his intent and the filthy words spilling from his tongue only heightened my desperation to have him. My hungry eyes had been glued to his cock when he'd put on the condom.
When I had my first real uninterrupted view of his cock, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Thick, long—perfect. His was slightly bigger than Logan's, wider than Logan's, and larger than either of the men I'd taken inside me before. I couldn't help but compare, it had happened automatically.
Wrapping his hand around his length, Sawyer gripped it firmly and tugged at it in slow deliberate movements. Watching him do this so casually added to the intimacy of the moment. He bent forward and licked me leisurely again and stroked my seam with his fingers, his eyes half closed with lust.
"You're soaked and ready for me. Look at this," he said, sliding two fingers from my clit to my entrance before holding them up. Turning his fingers around, I saw my arousal glisten on them. "You are so fucking wet," he whispered. "I did that. This is how I make you feel, Billie. How I know you want me," he told me in a low tone laced with desire and want. He placed both fingers in his mouth and sucked. "Mmmm," he moaned exaggeratedly and my core pulsed again.
Pulling his fingers back out of his mouth he grinned, his eyes wild with carnal want. I rose up onto my elbows and reached out and tried to take hold of his cock. Sawyer quickly swiped my hand away, moved over me, and held my wrist above my head. "No, don't. I'll come in no time if you play with me, and I want this one to last. There'll be plenty of time for you to explore me later."
Surrounding me from above, Sawyer's legs caged me in from the outside, his forearms holding him up, and his face mere inches from mine. He was so close his breath was my air, his masculine scent was all-consuming, and the head of his cock brushed at my entrance.
"You okay?" he asked, suddenly mindful of me at that moment, his huge hazel eyes dark with need as they searched my face for doubts. I nodded. "When we do this, there's got to be no guilt attached, no second-guessing or worrying about the world. It's you and me here, baby. Fuck everyone else."
A wave of emotion choked my throat, closing it tight. Despite feeling stubborn, I had been unable to stop the tears that sprang to my eyes. For a minute I felt ridiculous when the feelings of bashfulness and innocence I had been fighting flared up within me.
I was a mature, divorced, woman, yet my previous insecurities had made me feel inexperienced and unworthy of Sawyer, who had done everything possible to ensure I had no regrets about having sex with him.
"Hey," he whispered, seeing my sudden change in mood. "I know physically you want this. Are you sure you're emotionally ready?" he asked, and my heart clenched. Although he was highly aroused, he still had found the strength to hesitate and question my commitment to what we had been about to do. "I promise you, Billie, I'm not using you for this. I've got you, darlin'. The pressure is on me as much as it is on you. I want this with you."
A weak smile played on my lips and my heart squeezed again, because Sawyer may have been younger in years but in terms of sexual confidence, he was light-years ahead. I nodded. "Yes," I whispered, taking his head in my heads. "I want this too, or we'd never have gotten to this point right now. I'm fine."
"I know you're fine. Why do you think I chased you down? We men are simple creatures; when we see something we want, we generally go all out to get it." Bending his mouth to my ear, he whispered so softly I had to strain to hear. "And I swear, I've never wanted any woman as badly as I want you, Billie."
He thrilled me when he suddenly stuck his tongue in my ear, grabbed my throat loosely in one hand, and slid his cock into me at the same time. No teasing or testing, no easing in, just that quick distraction as he pushed steadily in right down to his base. I had felt desperate by the time he entered me, and the relief when he filled me had made me cry out in relief. "Oh, my God, yes."
Sawyer lay still at the moment, face buried in my neck until he huffed out a breath. "Fuuuuck," we both muttered in reaction to the sensation of the tightness of my pussy. It had been a long dry spell for me. "Tight," he rasped before guttural groan left his throat. "Oh, darlin', this feels incredible. It's been a long time since you did this," he remarked.
Dropping his forehead on mine he stared into my eyes and the profound connection between us was everything I could ever have wished for. A few seconds later he wiggled his hips a little as we both adjusted to his girth. I chuckled even though my eyes were watering. "You okay?" he asked again, and although it had hurt a little, the stinging sensation had quickly subsided.
"Yeah, you might have warned me though," I remarked, and he cradled my head in his hands.
"No, you'd have tensed," he mumbled. "it was less painful for you because I didn't." I considered his point and he was probably right. My lips had gone dry and Sawyer licked them bef
ore we shared another hot, steamy kiss as he moved slowly in and out of me. Pulling away, he stared intently. When he locked his gaze to mine, he suddenly slammed his cock deep inside me again.
"Oh!" I cried out. The sensation of fullness took my breath away.
"Okay?" he asked, checking me out one last time as he moved slowly back to gain my approval again.
"Feels amazing," I murmured honestly. My frustration grew with his consideration, and I grabbed his butt and pulled him closer because I wanted more. He took my cue and as my confidence grew, I met him thrust for thrust. Following my lead, Sawyer picked up his pace and when he finally gave me all he had, I was almost overwhelmed by how powerful he was.
Sawyer did me exactly the way he wanted to, demonstrating a refreshing lack of restraint as he explored my body. He left me with no doubt he had truly wanted me.
"Your pussy feels incredible," he whispered, his raspy voice carrying his need in his tone while he tasted me over and over. Kissing me hard and slow, he broke each kiss and dragged his tongue up my neck. It sent shivers throughout my body and made my muscles inside pulse.
Even this hadn't felt enough for him and he nipped my neck and nipples with his teeth. "Fuck, I want to mark you, Billie," he ground out, still pounding me hard and fast. His fingertips clung desperately to my hips in a possessive grip. I knew my flesh would be bruised afterward. "So fucking good," he whispered again before he tried to rein himself in, but gave in to his urge and bit my shoulder, leaving his mark.
All other thoughts had gone from my mind apart from him and what I felt being there with him. From the moment I'd met Sawyer I imagined he'd be a powerful lover, but I wasn't totally prepared for the animalistic way he'd teetered on the edge of losing control. The way he devoured me was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
The demanding way he controlled my body and gave himself to me felt hypnotic. Despite his force and the almost overpowering sensation of it all, I gave him my trust and accepted how he appeared lost in me.
For two people sharing our first sexual connection, our chemistry was off the charts. Everything—the way he moved, the attention he paid me, the way he nurtured and caressed me, and the way he anticipated the changes in my reactions—meant he owned me.
Until that moment with him, I'd never known that another person could connect to my senses and emotions in such a perfect way. When I came again, the sheer and utter ecstasy I felt from his expert ministrations were mind-numbing and gave me a uniquely blissful experience I never knew I was capable of feeling.
When I came for the second time, Sawyer stiffened, his body instantly froze at that moment before I felt him ejaculate inside me in long, rhythmic pulses of pleasure. "Fuck me," he cursed, panting heavily as he dropped, sweat-drenched and breathless, on top of me.
The temporary crush I felt eased quickly when he took his weight on his elbows by the side of my head. Perspiration beaded his forehead and he looked both flushed and exhausted before he kissed my nose, eased his cock gently out, and rolled away from me. He looked like I felt: totally spent, sweaty, and pleasantly sore.
Rolling onto his back, he lifted his arms above his head, and closed his eyes. I watched his heart beating through the pulse in his glistening torso. His chest heaved as he caught a long breath and for a moment my heart stuttered as the silence stretched between us and my lack of confidence of being with him crept back in.
"That was incredible," he muttered, cracking a tired eye open and smiling one of his wide, toothy grins. Reaching for his cock, he carefully peeled off the condom, pulled some tissues from a box on his nightstand, and wiped himself down. He tied the condom off, grabbed some fresh tissue, wrapped it in it, and dropped the bundle to the floor.
Turning on his side, he glanced at me again, looking sated and I wondered if now we had done this, he was done with me.
A frown creased his brow and he reached up, gently smoothing my hair back from my face. "Damn, Billie. Come here," he ordered, lifting an arm to take me into his side. He kissed the top of my head, his huge hand cradling it protectively. "I can't tell you how beautiful that was. I've never had a connection with anyone like that before, so don't go second-guessing otherwise." He kissed the top of my head again and my heart clenched for his reassurance. "Let's enjoy the quiet for a while."
As we lay in silence, me wrapped in his arms. I fought back a wave of emotion when I thought of all the reasons again why Sawyer and I would never work. I must have exhausted myself in doing so because I fell asleep.
Sawyer's featherlight touch woke me as his fingertips traced the outline of my shoulder and my upper arm. Lifting my head to look at him, I was met with the same warmth in his bright hazel eyes as I had seen before.
His gaze was full of adoration and deep thoughts I couldn't decipher, but I knew one thing for sure: his eyes didn't lie. My heart soared when I read his affectionate gaze and a lump grew in my throat because it choked me to know how easily I could lose myself to him. The thought petrified me.
"Hey," he coaxed, having read something in my expression that had given away my feelings. Shifting above me, he settled his body between my legs. Caging my head between his forearms, he looked down at me and frowned. "That stuck-up fucker did a number on you, didn't he?"
"You have to understand my life with Logan was far different from this. Not spontaneous or … it was an organized life."
Closing the space between us, he brushed his lips gently over mine. "This is your life now, Billie. This is how you should have been treated. How he should have treated you. Not with the expectation of ownership and duty, but with adoration and protection. I know we're new, and I sound almost as bad as that crazy stalker who chased me into your arms, but until now I've never known exactly what I wanted from life. But now that I do, I fully intend to grab onto my opportunity with you with both hands. You get me?"
"I'm an opportunity?" I asked, blinking. My headspace had begun to feel crowded with familiar self-doubt.
"You bet, and I think you may well be the biggest opportunity I'll have in my life. I believe I've found something special in you. But first, you need to believe in yourself, darlin'. You've got to consider you're worth it, to believe you're enough for any man."
As hard as I tried to swallow back my tears in reaction to his kind words, they flowed anyway. "Cry if you want, but this is the last time you do. I won't tolerate you beating yourself up around me because of that weak man you married. When he strayed it was because of his weaknesses, not yours. Now it's up to you whether you roll over and think he was vindicated in doing what he did, or whether you know you're better than him and show him what he lost."
"How the hell did you get so smart? So emotionally mature?" I asked, sniffing until he swiped more tissues from the box and handed them to me.
"Three sisters is how," he chuckled. "I've seen those girls hurt more times than I can count. Learned all the insecurities they had about themselves and how cruel acts by selfish men gave them complexes and negative thoughts about themselves. I was only a kid at the time, but Tammy, my eldest sister, didn't go out of the house for six months at eighteen because of a horrible, immature jock. Lorna had her heart broken by a guy she'd been dating for almost two years when she found her hockey player boyfriend had another long-term girlfriend in Toronto. The worst one of all was Caitlin; three weeks before she was to be married, her ex-fiancé posted naked pictures of himself in an inbox chat on Facebook and asked what time she wanted to meet. He then followed them up with some pretty filthy messages that were meant for a woman called Meghan he worked with, the dumbfuck."
"Damn," I muttered, immediately empathizing with his sisters.
"Damn is right," he agreed, shifting to the side of me again and leaning up on one elbow with his head perched in his hand. "I've seen and done a lot of shady things in my career as a musician, but being honest with girls is the one thing I always insist on. A night is a night, it's not a promise of a happy ever after. I've always made that clear to any
of the women I've been with before we'd gotten intimate. If sex without complications is offered, show me a guy that wouldn't be up for that."
My chest tightened when I heard him talk candidly about his sex life and his comment immediately put me on my guard. Did he think that would be okay? To be with me and have sex with other women he met on the road?
I felt more than a little crushed when I thought about all the experiences he'd had before me, that his life appeared carefree compared to the complications with mine. Dismayed that he was much younger than me, yet he lived a bigger life, and the thought of his band going on tour made me nervous about what I had to offer him down the line, once his novelty of me had worn off.
"What's going on in there?" he asked, gently tapping my temple twice before he trailed the back of his fingers softly from my breastbone to my navel. It tickled and a small thrill of pleasure ran through me in stark contrast to the tightness I felt in my chest. I shook my head, tempted to look away when a wave of emotion rose and caught in my throat again. Forcing my gaze to stay focused on his, I shrugged.
"I don't think I'm cut out for this," I mumbled. "I mean I've never done anything this reckless before."
"Sex, you mean?"
I chuckled. "I mean met a guy and fell into bed with him, casual sex, open kind of relationships," I muttered, stumbling to put my thoughts into words. What I had meant was I didn't want to sleep around with someone for the sake of sex, and I most definitely didn't want to share him with anyone else.
"First, you never fell into bed, I threw you. And second, I've progressed from random guy to the dating thing, to the guy you fell into bed with?"
"Isn't that what this is? What I've done?" I shrugged.
"Not for me it isn't. If all I had wanted was to get laid, I wouldn't have gone to this effort with you. As you said, there are thousands of girls out there who would have given it up easier than you did."
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