His hands slid up from my waist until his thumbs brushed the bottom of my breasts through my bathing suit. I arched into his touch, a needy whine escaping me.
“Rissy, I need you,” he rumbled as his lips trailed from my mouth down to the delicate skin of my neck. “I’ve needed you forsofucking long.”
Was this a dream? Could this really be happening?
His fingers found the tie of my bikini top. A quick, expert tug and the knot gave way. He ripped it away, the flimsy material snapping as he tugged. The cold air hit my nipples for a second before his big, warm hands covered me completely.
“Damn, woman,” he breathed, his thumbs circling my tight, pebbled peaks. “Look at you.Perfect. Sofuckingperfect.”
Then he bent his head and took one of my waiting nipples into his mouth.
The world dissolved into an ecstasy of pleasure. Sawyer’s tongue was warm and hungry, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh just enough to make me gasp. His free hand kneaded my other breast, keeping it from getting lonely, as his fingers pinched and rolled until my breast ached in the best of ways.
I was panting, my head thrown back, my fingers clutching his shoulders.
“Sawyer… god, please…”
“Mmm,” he murmured, switching to my other breast, giving it the same devastating attention. “Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me everywhere.”
He let out a husky laugh that transformed into a low growl as one of his hands slid down my belly, over the swell of my hip, and dipped beneath the band of my bikini bottoms. He didn’t hesitate. His fingers slid down. He cupped my heat, then drifted lower through my slick folds, exploring me intimately.
His groan shook the mountain, deep and hungry as he made contact with my pussy. “You’re so wet, Marissa. Soaking wet forme.” He found my clit with his thumb, applying a steady, circular pressure that made my thighs tremble. “Is this what you need?”
“Yes! Please, yes,” I whispered. I was grinding against his hand now, hungry and desperate.
He pushed one finger inside me, then a second, curling them just right. I clenched around him.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, his mouth back on mine. “Fuck my fingers, baby. Take what you need.”
So I did. I rode his hand as the water churned around us, my hips bucking on him. His mouth was on my breasts at the same time his fingers worked me deep and steady.
Pressure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I felt certain I couldn’t handle another moment without release. I was hardly aware that my hands were everywhere. In his hair, clawing at his back, sliding over the hard planes of his chest, even dragging through his beard.
“I’m gonna make you come, girl,” he promised, his voice a dark, delicious rumble in my ear. “I want to feel you come on my hand. Will you do that for me, Rissy?”
But I was too far gone to answer. The only thing coming out of my mouth now was the desperate, ragged sound of my breath as I climbed towards my orgasm.
His thumb pressed harder on my clit, his fingers thrusting faster.
That’s when my world narrowed to the friction between us, and the unbearable, delightful, delicious need. A tension that I couldn’t control.
My breath came out in ragged cries until everything in me tightened to a pinpoint of exquisite pleasure. I climbed to the apex of my need, then shattered for him.
He held me through it, his fingers still buried inside me, drawing out every last pulse and shudder until I was a trembling wreck pressed against his chest.
“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing my forehead, then my cheeks, and finally my swollen lips. He slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his own mouth to suck them clean.
I clung to him, wondering what had just happened between us. Would he retreat now and retake his position as my brother’s best friend? Or did he have more for me? Because I was just getting started. Before I could make sense of it, I felt his greedy hunger take over.
His hands were on my hips as he yanked my bikini bottoms off. He made quick work of his own shorts, tugging them down low enough to release his cock. And then he was rightthere, the thick, heavy length of him nudging against my sensitive entrance.
I stared into his eyes as the snow fell in steady, silent flakes around us, catching in his dark hair before melting away from the heat of the hot tub.
His eyes were black with need, locked on mine.
“Tell me you want it, Rissy. Tell me you wantme.”
