It feels like a prayer, or maybe a confession.
He looks up at me, eyes gone dark.
Then he leans forward and presses a kiss right between my breasts, slow and reverent.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmurs, voice rough like gravel under velvet, tugging my underwear down my hips while his mouth trails open-mouthed kisses across my skin.
My arms slide around his shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair.For once in my life, I stop thinking about what’s next, what I should do, what might be waiting on the other side of this.
I just let go.
I give him the reins, let him take the lead, and it feels so good my breath comes out in a shaky sigh.
His mouth drifts lower, whispering kisses across my belly, then back up to my breasts.
His hands stroke my thighs, big palms warm and steady, and my whole body arches toward his touch like it’s been waiting forever.
The heat between us builds, slow and powerful, and I realize with a dizzying certainty that this isn’t just about lust.
This is about him.About us.
About finally being where I want to be.
He licks into me with all the confidence of a man who knows what he’s doing and all I can think is how good this feels.How easy.How right.
It’s insane.But it’s the best kind of madness.
When two bodies collide so quickly, and so right, it just makes everything else go away.
When he lays me back on the bed, his big hands molding to my curves, caressing, memorizing me.
I moan in response, and I surrender to it.To him.
I want to give myself to him—to this absolute pleasure he brings me.
And what more?I want to make sure he feels it too.So somewhere along the line, I flip our positions.
Sawyer is on his back, and it’s me peppering his hard body with kisses and licks.
Thick cords of muscle rope around his long body in a maze of perfect anatomical strength and purposeful beauty.I swear I’m salivating as I trace the tiny trail of hair leading from his belli button to his long, gloriously thick cock.
My stomach tightens as I stroke him, loving the way his velvety skin moves beneath my palm.
“Fuck, Lil Bit.That feels so fucking good,” he grunts and hisses as I cup his balls and squeeze them gently, lowering my head to lick a trail from his scrotum to the tip of his cock.
“You have got to be the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” I confess, and he growls in response.
Then he moves faster than I can track, cupping his hands around my neck and pulling me in for a pussy-wetting lip lock.
Sawyer’s hands are on my hips and ass as he drags me up his body, and I’m so goddamn wet I think I might leave a trail of my arousal on his skin.
Panting and writhing against each other, I want him so badly.
“Need you,” I moan as he sucks on my nipples, and I rub myself on him shamelessly.
“I got you, Lil Bit.”
Everything blurs—the creak of the old floorboards, the smell of hay and soap and him—until it’s just us.
