His eyes, dark with lust, gleam. “What gets you off, Brie?”
“You. This.”
The grin he gives me has my belly clenching,ready to free-fall. “That’s sweet. What else.” His hips shift, angling himself up as he continues his shallow thrusting.
“I like—” It’s hard to talk now, the heat in my core is coiled so tight. “I like when you talk—keeps me in the moment, out of my head. And I—I like knowing what I do to you.”
With a heave, he presses himself up, kneeling. It changes the angle, hitting a pressure point that has my mouth open on a silent gasp. Mouth quirking, he grips my hips tight careful of my cut, but he still isn’t fucking me. It’s more of a grind. I’m a pot set over a low flame. Eventually, I could boil over, but no sooner than Sawyer intends.
“You like knowing what you do to me? I’ll tell you what you do to me.” He hoists my legs up over the crooks of his elbows, and this angle is even better. “You make me hard again seconds after giving me the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
His words hook into my core, adding to the mounting pressure.
“You drive me so crazy, Brie.” He thrusts into me harder.
“Ohgod.” My walls spasm around him, begging for more.
He winces, and shifts me to one arm so he can wrap his hand around the base of his cock, squeezing. And even though he’s stopped thrusting for a few seconds, that’s hot too, knowing he needs a break, knowing I did this to him. He gives me a sheepish smile then grips my hips with both hands again. This time he doesn’t hold back, fucking me in earnest with deep, punishing drives.
“I’m going . . . to try my hardest . . . to make you come. Just like this.” His words are jagged, like broken glass as hisbruising fingers keep me in place. “If it doesn’t . . . happen . . . that’s okay. I love to eat you.”
His words vibrate through me. Bafflingly, permission tonotcome is what has my hands searching for purchase. I grasp the edge of the hearth as my other hand grips the blanket. Pressure builds, internal and deep like I’ve never felt. But I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never come without clitoral stimulation.
It dawns on me this has been his plan the whole time. His singular goal as he winds me tighter and tighter, to give me something he knows I’ve never experienced.
He’s spoiling me for anyone else.
I will never recover from this.
The need to come corkscrews through me. His eyes flash like he knows. He doubles his efforts.
“Let go for me,” he says in a strangled voice.
That coil snaps in half. The rollercoaster finally drops from the apex and I’m free-falling as an orgasm from somewhere deep inside floods through my writhing body. I make loud, helpless sounds as he sees me through my climax, pumping into me.
A heavy, animalistic grunt vibrates through him, and then Ifeelthe moment he spills. It’s so erotic, sohot, another tremor shoots through me, eliciting another grunt from him. My orgasm lasts a lifetime as I clench and unclench around him, gently continuing to grind against him from below to extend the sensations.
Finally, after eons have passed in which entire worlds have blinked in and out of existence in the universe, he flattens himself over me, his softening cock still inside. We’re both breathing hard, unable to speak for a long time.
Sawyer lifts up to kiss my forehead. “What the hell was that?”
Sleepy and sated, I smile against his chest. “Literally the best sex anyone has ever had.” Also, the most honest. I’ve never let go the way I did today with Sawyer. I don’t just mean sex, either. I’ve never been unrestrained, completely open like this before, showing all of me to someone. No one’s ever before made me feel like I could.
His chest rumbles beneath me. “Pretty sure the earth moved.”
Gently, he removes himself out of me and heads to the bathroom. I want to protest, but I’m still too fucking satisfied to muster the energy. After a moment he’s back. Then, I feel it. He’s delicately cleaning me with a warm, wet cloth.
When he’s satisfied, he adds logs to the fire, then lies down beneath the blanket, curling his body around mine, making me feel safe and cared for.
CHAPTER 36
BRIE
Sawyer hasn’t stopped smiling,and he doesn’t seem to know how to keep his hands to himself. Not that I’ve asked. There hasn’t been one moment this entire weekend when he’s stopped touching me, biting me, crudelyinhalingme.
After we showered and made some food, he set blankets up against the couch to read together in front of the fire. It was all so innocent and sweet. But then he put on his thick-rimmed reading glasses, and I felt that familiar tug of desire. My gaze kept darting back to the sexy man in glasses next to me, so I angled myself away and lay my head onto his shoulder in an effort to focus on my book.
It became our downfall. I felt as much as heard him take in a deep breath, then watched as his pants tented. It was like espresso directly into my libido. The next second, we were making out like our lives depended on it, and a minute after that he was hooking my leg over his shoulder, yanking my shorts to the side, and eating me out like the weight of the world rested on me coming against his mouth.
