I crawled up his body to position my knees on either side of his head.
He wasted no time putting his mouth between my thighs. There was no teasing, no slow build-up. He dove in, tongue flicking once, twice, before he locked his arms around my thighs, holding me down. I had a feeling he wasn’t letting me go until he got exactly what he wanted.
He was taking in every second, taking note of everything—every inch, every sound I made, touched with that mix of care and hunger. His eyes never left mine, and when they darkened, the goofy, joking Sawyer I knew vanished. His hands clamped down on my hips, pulling me closer. Every movement stole my breath until the rest of the world didn’t exist—it was only him and the way my body wanted more.
“Fuck.” His voice vibrated against me between frantic strokes of his tongue. “Just as good as I remember.”
Every time I rocked down on him, every broken sound I made, he moaned like it only drove him higher. When he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them as if he knew exactly what I needed, I gasped, and my hand flew to the headboard for balance.
My legs were shaking, and my fingers gripped the headboard tighter. He kept me right there, holding me down through every sound.
“God, you’re perfect like this,” he murmured against my skin. “You gonna come for me, baby?”
I nodded, unable to make any sounds but whimpers and moans.
“Come on, El. Let go for me.”
A ragged cry slipped past my lips as my body went tight around the flood of sensation. Release tore through me in waves, each one stealing my breath until I was left trembling on top of him.
“Ride it out, El,” he said, easing his grip.
I was still shaking when I moved down his body and lay next to him. We were both sweat-slicked and flushed, but I wasn’t anywhere near done. I slid down his body, dragging my nails over the ridges of his abs. His abs flexed again, and his hand shot to my shoulders.
“El,” he said, still breathing hard. “You don’t have to?—”
“I know.” I was already working his sweats down his hips. “I want to.”
His cock sprang free, and my jaw dropped as I took him in.
“You’re not even pretending not to stare.” He let out a raspy chuckle.
“As if you’re complaining,” I shot back, wrapping a hand around him.
He twitched in my palm, and I dragged my thumb through the bead of precum at the tip and smeared it down, teasing the head. His hips jerked up.
“Fuck,” he bit out.
I took him into my mouth slowly, heavy and hot against my tongue. The taste of him was perfect. He was thick, stretching my lips, and I didn’t even care. I wanted to make him fall apart and see how he reacted to me.
His hands tangled in the sheets. “El… Jesus—fuck—stop for a sec.”
I pulled off, dragging my tongue over the tip, just to be a menace. “What?”
“If you keep going, I’m gonna come,” he said, breathing hard. “I want to be inside you. I need it. I need you.Please.”
I crawled back up his body and straddled him.
“You could’ve just said that,” I said, pushing my hair over my shoulder.
His eyes were blown wide as I reached down and dragged his cock through my center.
“Please, baby. Please. I need you. Don’t play right now.”
“I’m not.” But I kept doing it anyway, watching his jaw clench, the way his abs locked up under the pressure.
“Condom?” he asked.
“I’m clear. Birth control. You?”
