“Can you get on top?” I asked. “I like your weight on me.”
He nodded, then continued kissing me as he rolled me onto my back. He trailed kisses down my jaw and over my Adam’s apple before grazing my collarbones with his teeth. He went back to my lips as though he missed them, then dipped down to tongue and suck on my nipples.
He had been aggressive, almost detached, every other time we’d fucked. But this? This was delicate. Soft. Erotic, of course, but in a way that twined vulnerability and safety. His soft kisses trailed down past my ribs to my belly, and he smiled against the freshly waxed skin.
“Did you like my aesthetician?” he asked, looking up at me, his eyes a brilliant blue. He was scrupulously groomed below the belt, but he didn’t remove everything, for which I was grateful. His body hair was dark and lush, a delicious contrast to my smooth, hairless skin covered in tattoos.
“She was great. I still think it’s super bougie to have an on-call waxer, but… I can’t complain about the results.”
“Neither can I,” he said, dipping down to tongue my slick balls, surprising another laugh out of me.
I stopped laughing, however, when he took me into his mouth. Unlike when he’d fucked me before, this time he let me hear how much he enjoyed taking care of me.
He groaned at the first taste, then gagged a little as he tried to take my ridiculous cock. He pulled back and scowled at it, like my dick had offended him by not being small enough to swallow.
“Don’t mean-mug my dick, Sawyer. It’s not his fault he’s so big.”
“Why do the Cavanaugh men have such enormous penises?” he asked, scrunching his nose. “I mean, I’m no slouch in the meat department, but this is just unreasonable.”
“Do I want to ask how you know that Cavanaugh men have huge dicks? Or why you’d refer to your dick as ‘the meat department’?”
“Locker rooms and Boy Scout outings,” he said, rubbing his eyes as if to scrub the memories from them. “By the way, that answer applies to the nickname as well.”
I giggled. “And now you know why I’m a bottom.”
His head snapped up. “Wait. Do you want to top, but people can’t take you?”
His question did something inside my chest. Like, I knew he was a top who topped other tops who were on vacation, or whatever, but the seriousness of his expression made me wonder if he’d bottom for me if I asked.
Not that I’d ever ask, but I could imagine him saying yes just to please me.
“It was a joke,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. “I love bottoming. Believe me, people have asked me to fuck them, but I was not interested.”
“Not even with women?”
“Not often. Besides, no human complains once I get my mouth on them.”
His lip curled up into a snarl, and he stuck his fingers in his ears. “La la la la la, I don’t need to hear the details.”
“It’s not disgusting to go down on a woman, Sawyer.”
“I wasn’t implying that,” he said, avoiding my eyes. “I just don’t like thinking about you with other people, especially when I’m the one pleasuring you.”
God, I loved it when he got jealous.
“Fair enough.” I grinned. “Would it make you feel better to know that you’re definitely the best lover I’ve ever had, man, woman, or otherwise?”
His sharp smile returned. He kissed the head of my cock. “It does help. Thank you,” he said before taking me about halfway down, using his hand to make up the difference. I dug around inhis nightstand, already familiar with where he kept his supplies, and handed him the lube.
He grunted, pulling off me. “Thanks,” he said, switching it up to spend some time on his favorite little strip of skin between my crotch and thigh.
It was one of the few untattooed places on my body, and I wondered if I shouldn’t get an X inked there with the words “Property of Sawyer.”
I laughed at my thought and opened my eyes to find him looking at me.
“What?” I asked, lifting my chin.
“What are you laughing at?” he asked, uncertainty in his eyes.
