Why do they make this so damn hard?
My emotions start to overwhelm me. Tears fill my eyes, washing Saylor’s smirk from his face. “No, hey, Boo, don’t cry, please.”
Truck doors slam, and the engine roars to life as the guys drive out of the parking lot, leaving silence in their wake.
Gone.
The sob I’ve been holding back finally breaks free. “Fuck, I’ve got you,” Saylor reassures me in a soothing tone. “You’re not alone.” He cups my cheek and kisses me where tears trail down, leaving wet marks on my face. After he lets me cry for a little while, I calm down, and he leans back to smile at me. “I would call you pretty, but beauty is on the inside, and I haven’t been inside you yet,” he whispers, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
That makes a genuine laugh escape my lips, although it’s watery. “You’re ridiculous,” I accuse while pushing away the tear stains on my cheeks with the back of my hands.
Saylor’s eyes lock onto mine, filled with sincerity. “And you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my existence.” He leans in to kiss me, and I welcome the tingles that distract me from the lingering pain in my chest. “Do you need more comfort or distraction?” he asks after he breaks the too-short kiss.
“Comforting distraction,” I breathe out, making him chuckle.
“How about we pick up where we left off last time?” Saylor asks, his gaze piercing as his finger glides over my temple.
This is what I need right now.
Him.
I nod, scooting up the bed, and Saylor follows suit. I lay on my back, and he leans over me, his finger trailing over my body before he leans in to pepper my face with kisses.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, letting go of everything pulling me down, trying to anchor myself in the moment. Saylor’s fingers trace patterns on my stomach, and when I open my eyes again, desire burns in his gaze.
Gradually, he lets his hand drift upward, taking his time. “How about you lose your jeans? Must be so uncomfortable.”
I smirk at him. “They are.”
Opening the zipper, I shimmy out of them, then shed my sweater, too, leaving me in my panties and bra.
Saylor’s heated gaze never leaves my body as I unclasp my bra, throwing it on the ground. “This view just never gets old,” Saylor groans out, making me laugh before he leans in and licks my nipple while his hand slides down to my pelvis, stroking me over the fabric.
“Oh my God,” I breathe out, overwhelmed by the sensations spreading over my skin.
“Good?” Saylor’s voice is soft, his mouth still on my nipple when my hand finds the back of his head, stroking it, making him groan against me, and I could swear I feel the vibration.
I gasp as he does the same to my other nipple, and when his gaze comes back to mine, there is a smile tugging at the side of his lips. “Do you like that?” he asks again, his voice raspy.
“Yes, a lot.” I nod, reaching up to cup his cheek, making him lean into the touch. “What can I… how can I make you feel good too?”
“Shh,” he hushes me, pecking my lips. “I feel good when I can make youfeelgood. Maybe we can find a way together to…” He trails off, and I guess if he still could, he would blush right now. “Fuck, I want to make you come so fucking bad,” he growls, and I swear I’m not going to survive his dirty mouth.
I was already wet just from lying here, letting him watch and touch me, but his words just made my pussy clench around nothing.
“W-we can try. I would l-love to try,” I stammer out nervously.
Why does this feel like I’m eighteen again, getting touched for the first time?
“Take off your panties for me,” he commands, and I do as I’m told, his words sending a thrill of anticipation through me.
He grins, but his eyes remain heated when his hand wanders down my stomach and between my legs. He lets his fingers glideup and down my slit without a barrier this time, and the tingling sensation is intense and right where I need it to be.
“Oh, wow.” My breaths are coming out fast and heavy, my chest heaving.
“Like that?” he whispers, letting his finger move in circles just above the spot where my clit is, making me gasp. “I love how you look when you come. The face you make? God, it’s playing on repeat in my mind. How you bite your lip and press your eyes closed, how your breath hitches. The little beads of sweat that form in the hollow of your throat, just here.” He uses his other hand, letting his fingers settle at the point before sliding to my breast.
The tingling sensation spreads over my most sensitive spots, causing me to squirm, my heart racing. A sheen of sweat covers my skin as the pleasure starts to build.
