“Show me.” Her voice is breathless. “All of you. Don’t hold back.”
My cock surges, despite having been inside her less than an hour ago.
“So beautiful.” I cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing her nipples, watching them peak under my touch. “Every single inch of you.”
“Sawyer...” Her head falls back as I take one nipple into my mouth. “Please...”
“Please, what?” I switch to the other breast, sucking hard enough to make her gasp. “Tell me what you need.”
“You. Inside me. Now.”
“That’s my girl.”
I reach between us, sliding my hand between her thighs. She’s so wet that my fingers glide through her folds easily. The whimper she makes when I find her clit goes straight to my cock.
I circle her clit slowly, watching her face. “Already soaked for me.”
I slide two fingers inside her, and she clenches around me as if she never wants to let go. I pump my fingers in and out, curling them to hit that spot that makes her thighs shake. She’s making those desperate, broken cries that I’m already addicted to, and I know she’s close.
But I don’t want her to come on my fingers. Not this time.
I pull them out, ignoring her whimper of protest. Lifting her off the counter, I carry her to the bedroom and lay her on our bed like an offering.
“Look at you.” I kneel between her thighs, running my hands up her legs, spreading them wider. “Laid out for me like a feast. All I want to do is spread you wide and make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
“Show me.”
I lean down and drag my tongue through her center.
She arches her back with a cry, her hands flying to my hair. I pin her hips down with one forearm and feast on her pussy, licking, sucking, and making her squirm. When I seal my mouth over her clit and suck hard, she shatters, my name spilling from her lips.
I don’t give her a moment to recover.
I crawl up her body and align myself, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. She’s still trembling from her orgasm, aftershocks rippling through her, and she’s so wet I could slide in with one thrust.
But I don’t.
“Look at me.” I wait until her eyes focus. “I want to see your face when I make you come.”
I ease in so slowly that it's torture for both of us. Inch by inch, I feel her stretch around me, watching her face as she takes all of me.
“So big,” she gasps. “God, Sawyer, you’re?—”
“Made for you.” I bottom out, buried to the hilt, and stop breathing for a moment. She’s so tight, so hot, clenching around my cock like she was made for this. Made for me. “We’re made for each other. Feel that?”
Her nails rake down my back. “Yes.”
I start slowly, savoring every stroke, watching her face change as the pleasure builds again. But slow isn’t what either of us needs tonight, not after almost losing this.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper. “Harder.”
I pick up the pace, driving into her harder and deeper, her desperate, broken sounds signaling that she’s close.
“Mine.” I growl the word against her throat. “This pussy. This heart. This life. All mine.”
“Yours.” She pants, her nails raking down my back. “And you’re mine. Every stubborn, too-many inches of?—”
I swallow the rest of her words with a kiss.
