“Sawyer,” she breathes against my lips, her voice a soft moan.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day. About this.”
My hands slide down to her thighs, lifting her slightly so she can wrap her legs around my waist. She gasps, her head falling back against the door, exposing her neck. I take the opportunity to trail kisses down her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips.
“Bedroom. Now.” I demand, my voice low and husky with desire.
I carry her down the hallway, both of us laughing when I nearly run into the wall, my hands groping her ass, squeezing and kneading. In my bedroom, I set her down gently, my hands immediately going to the buttons of her blouse. I work them slowly, my fingers brushing against her soft skin, feeling her shiver under my touch.
I push her blouse off her shoulders, revealing her lacy bra. I push her bra down, exposing her breasts, her nipples already hard and begging for my mouth. I lean down, taking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak. She moans, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
We undress each other slowly, taking our time, savoring this moment. When we’re both naked, I guide her back onto the bed, settling between her legs. I can feel the heat of her, the wetness of her arousal, and it drives me wild.
“This is about celebrating you,” she says, trying to push me onto my back, her hands exploring my chest, my abs, my cock.
“This is about celebrating us,” I growl, my voice thick with desire.
I kiss my way down her body, taking my time at her breasts, her stomach, until I reach the place where she wants me most. When I taste her, she arches off the bed, her hands tangling in my hair, her thighs clamping around my head. I can feel the way my hands fit perfectly around her curves, the thickness of her thighs wrapped around me. I’m getting hard just thinking about it, my cock throbbing with need.
“Sawyer, please…” she begs, her voice a soft moan.
“I don’t think you realize what you do to me when you start begging, Alicat,” I murmur against her skin, my tongue and fingers working in unison, driving her wild.
I watch her face as she comes undone, her eyes rolling back, her mouth open in a silent scream. When she comes, crying out my name, I don’t stop until she’s trembling with aftershocks, her body shaking beneath me.
“My turn,” she says breathlessly, pulling me up to kiss her, her tongue delving into my mouth, tasting herself on my lips.
She pushes me onto my back, her hair falling around her face like a curtain. She kisses down my chest, my stomach, and when she takes me in her mouth, I nearly lose control immediately, the sight of her, the feel of her, the taste of her, it's all too much.
“Ali, if you keep doing that…” I warn, my voice a low growl.
She pulls back with a wicked smile. “What? This?”
She takes me deeper, her tongue working in ways that make me grip the sheets, my knuckles white, my body tensing. Just when I'm about to come apart, she moves back up my body and straddles me, sinking down onto me, her inner muscles clenching around me, pulling me in deep.
“God, you feel amazing,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.
She moves slowly at first, then faster, setting a rhythm that has us both gasping, our bodies slick with sweat, our skin glistening under the soft light. I sit up so I can kiss her while she moves above me, our bodies pressed together completely, our hearts beating as one.
When she comes again, clenching around me, I follow her over the edge, her name on my lips, and my cock pulsing inside her. We collapse together, hearts racing, completely spent and completely satisfied.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, my fingers tracing patterns on her bare shoulder.
“So,” she says eventually, “Was that the kind of celebration you had in mind?”
“That was exactly what I had in mind.”
“Good. Because I have some more ideas for later.”
“Later?”
“After we get back from dinner. I thought we could go to that place on Main Street, celebrate your promotion.”
“You want to go to dinner after this?”
“I want to show off my boyfriend the Sergeant.” She grins. “Plus, I worked up an appetite.”
I laugh, pulling her closer. “Give me twenty minutes to recover, and we’ll go wherever you want.”
