He nodded. Then, I sank onto him without another word. His head fell back, a low sound tearing out of him.
“Holy shit,” he gasped. “You feel—God, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
I paused halfway down, panting, already shaking from the stretch. “You’re uh...”
“Big?” He let out a choked laugh. “Yeah, and you’re tight. Stop stating facts and ride me. You can take it.”
I tried to take more, but my thighs still trembled.
“Relax, baby. I got you,” he whispered, his voice somehow gentle and desperate at once. “Let me help.”
He sat up, one arm braced around my back, the other sliding down to circle my clit with steady pressure. I melted under his touch. My body eased finally, and he slid all the way in. I cried out—part in shock, part from the stretch, part in pure fucking bliss.
“That’s it,” he muttered, his lips dragging over my jaw.
I whimpered and started to move—slow, deep grinds, rolling my hips just to watch him unravel. Sawyer’s grip tightened.
“Look at you, taking all of me.” He lifted his hips to meet me once. “Riding me like you were made for my cock.”
I smiled through my haze. His chest rose and fell like he couldn’t catch his breath.
“Ellie,” he said. “You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and rolled my hips down again, deliberately tight, slow, dragging every inch of him.
“Try to last longer than last time,” I teased.
That was when he snapped. His hands grabbed my ass, flipping me under him so fast, I gasped.
“Oh, you wanna tease me?” he growled, standing. “Two can play that game. Hands and knees. Now.”
I obeyed, flipping over and crawling to the edge of the bed. Behind me, I heard the rustle of movements. His hands gripped my hips, and I leaned down on my elbows.
He lined himself up and drove into me with one hard, deep thrust. I gasped, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he pulled back and slammed into me again.
Every stroke knocked the air from my lungs, every sound he made bringing me closer to the edge. Again. And I gave it to him. Every inch, every sound, every part of me he wanted.
My back bowed as he thrust into me, one arm wrapped around my stomach, hauling me closer while the other caught my wrists and pinned them behind my back.
“You’re unreal.” He panted. “You were made for me. Say it.”
I couldn’t speak, just gasps and whimpers.
“Say it, El,” he demanded. “Tell me I’m the only one who gets you like this.”
“You are,” I choked out. “You. Sawyer, don’t stop.
His rhythm faltered, and he pulled out.
I whined in response. “Sawyer.”
“Oh, you don’t like me teasing you?” he asked, sliding his cock over my center. He slapped it up, earning a gasp from me. “I thought you wanted to tease? Huh, Ellie baby?”
“Please, Sawyer. Please.”
“Hmmm. You sound pretty when you beg for me too.”
Then, he pushed back inside, moving in long, languid strokes.
