“I might tattoo that spot to designate it as yours.”
His chest rumbled, and he sucked at the skin until I was a babbling mess. He was giving me a hickey, and the thought of seeing the evidence of this night a few days from now was its own kind of high.
Fuck, everything about him was sex. Pure, unadulterated sex. This was one of the most sensual encounters I’d ever had. I’d always assumed that the sweet, making-love kind of sex was not all that steamy. I should’ve known that wouldn’t be true with Sawyer.
Even so, this was entirely different from what we’d done before. Before, he was all carnal efficiency, his hands and fingers landing precisely where they needed to go to achieve the result he wanted. Tonight, he wasn’t trying to control my reactions. Rather, he seemed to want to draw from me every pleasure he could find. And he was damn good at finding my pleasure.
He continued blowing me while he squeezed some lube onto his fingertips. I widened my legs and tilted my hips, giving him easier access. He grinned around my cock and shot me a look of appreciation. He swirled his fingers around the strong ring of muscle, then gently slid one in, working it for a while until he could push in another.
I wasn’t sure who’d given him the map to my body, but he knew exactly where to crook his fingers as he eased me open, sending pure pleasure through me. I let out a high-pitched whimper, and he sat back, admiring his handiwork. My cock was fully hard, slick with his spit and bending in a weeping arc toward my belly button.
I wanted to complain about leaving the hot cavern of his mouth, but his fingers were still doing a number on me. He kept them inside me while rocking forward, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, taking the kiss even deeper than before. Every time we came up for air, he whispered something new into my ear: “You have a beautiful cock… Fuck, I love your hole… I could write sonnets about your mouth.”
On and on he went, up and down my body, telling me what he liked about it and why. I knew he wasn’t trying to ply me with false flattery. That wasn’t his style. If he said he liked something, he meant it.
He liked me.Allof me. And that sentiment ran deeper than I’d ever have guessed. The longer we spent in this intimate moment, the more I was convinced that Ozzie had been right.
After Sawyer edged me a few times, he pressed himself against me, pushing through the softened muscle into the tight clutch of my body. I let out a groan, loving every second of it.
“You okay, baby?” he breathed out, capturing my gaze with his.
I nodded, seeing every emotion he’d been hiding from me. “I’m better than okay.”
In the past, any time one of my lovers had shown the tiniest smidge of attachment, they were done for. I was already making plans for my getaway.
Not only had Ozzie’s warning not scared me off, no fear arose as I watched Sawyer’s expressions evolve from concern to affection to pleasure, all supported by a deep well of emotions. And I was certain I’d only just begun to scratch the surface of who he was inside.
I breathed deeply through his thrusts, watching him as he watched me. He brought every part of me online. In our previous encounters, he’d dominated and fucked the living daylights out of me because that was what I’d wanted. Tonight, the strong roll of his hips was rooted in my pleasure, but there was no aggression in him at all.
I’d once described him as a robot, but that could not have been further from the truth. Now I knew he was closer to a big cat. Muscular, sleek, passionate. I marveled at the changes in each of us.
As my world tilted yet again, he adjusted our position so that he could grasp my cock. “Come with me?”
“Yes.”
With our gazes locked on each other, we moved in time, our bodies rocking on the tide of pleasure. His hand had the perfect amount of grip, the combination of internal and external stimulation exquisite. As my eyes began to roll back, more of hiswhispered words, as potent as his cock inside me, drifted to my ears. “You’re so beautiful… I love the way your body grips me… I love making love to you, Hen.”
He filled me as my own cum striped my belly. He shivered, grunting, inelegant, and very much not in control. His kisses grew sloppy, and his hips shuddered. The stream of his lovely words suddenly cut off, and my eyes flew open to take in his face. He was biting his lip as if trying to hold something back.
I could, I thought, guess the words he wanted to let slip.
I didn’t know where we would go from here, but as we collapsed against each other, then parted to clean up, then came together again, more emotions swirled inside my chest.
There was only one thing I was certain of: Sawyer was no longer the safe option. Maybe he never had been.
CHAPTER 18
sawyer
I stared into the bathroom mirror, toothpaste foam dripping down my chin, my head spinning. Last night had been magic, pure and simple. I usually kept sex impersonal, but that was because there was only one person I wanted to be with in a deeper way.
I had no clue how to carry my love for Hendrix anymore. For years, it had been painful, but manageable. I could fit it into my pocket and mostly ignore it. Take it out and play with it at night, then put it back and go about my business the next day.
This reminded me of the air bed I’d purchased a couple of years ago. It had come out of the bag easily enough, but after that, no matter how carefully I’d pushed out all the air, I couldn’t quite roll it tight enough to fit back into the original packaging.
I wiped my face and rinsed my mouth, then walked back down the hallway.
Hen was still sleeping, his inhales and exhales even, like a metronome. I could listen to him breathe forever.
