I can’t stop the moan rumbling out of my chest.
Every tiny thrust goes deeper, until cold sweat prickles my skin and a growing tremor seizes the muscles in my abs. Soon she has it buried with long rapid strokes that churn me closer to the brink.
When she shifts to position behind me, there’s a click of her attaching herself.
“I want you to make a mess for me. Show me how hard you come when I fuck your ass.” Her hands work down my sides until she reaches around and grips my aching cock.
Then her hips pull back and she drives into me.
My back arches as the groan builds in my throat. Pre-cum leaks out of me, spurting a line in the linen every time she fills me.
Every muscle begins to tighten, hovering on the edge.
With a final, forceful lunge, stars pop behind my eyes and her fingers tighten, squeezing the orgasm out of me that sends me crying out into my fist.
I can’t move, I’m locked into a frozen scream as burning rivers jet from the depths of my spasming nuts.
As she withdraws, I collapse with a shiver onto the hot fluid smeared under me.
How does she make me feel so vulnerable, but so loved at the same time?
There’s a small thump from her tossing the strap onto the floor, then she’s curling her body around mine.
Her arm threads around my waist, pulling me against her chest.
“You did so good.” Soft kisses pepper the back of my neck. “I love how much you trust me. I’m so proud of you for trying something new with me.” She strokes her scorching palms up and down my heaving flanks as my breathing levels.
“That was wild.” I can finally string words together again.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Her leg crosses over my thigh.
“Nope. Well, my nuts ache from coming so hard,” I chuckle, entwining my fingers into hers.
“Sawyer?” she asks after a long silence.
“Hmm?” I’m half asleep already, nestled against her.
She loops through the silver chain around my neck, pulling me backwards until I’m lying flat.
Her emerald gaze latches onto mine. “I want to keep you.”
Heat explodes in my chest and I shift to tuck my arm under her, pulling her into me. “I want to keep you, too.”
Chapter 38
Val
Shit, there’s a lotof people here.
“Are you related to half of Montana?” I mumble, wrapping my arm around his elbow. “There’s more cars here than at the bar on Saturday nights.”
“I think everyone’s showing off their babies,” Sawyer grumbles.
“Yea? What happens when you have one?” I poke him in the ribs. “Gonna be a proud papa?”
His blue eyes widen under the glow of the lights. “That’s different.” But he stops, pulling me to him. “Are you?” he chokes.
“No. But as often as I trip and fall onto your dick, it’s a very real possibility.” I laugh as I push his jaw closed. “I do remember you saying it was on your list of wants.”
