One hand goes to my breasts and savors them, cupping and teasing my nipples, while the other grips my ass, guiding me to rock against him.
I find the rhythm he’s set and take over, rolling my hips, chasing the pressure building deep inside me. His jaw goes slack, head tipping back for just a second before he drags his eyes back to mine.
“You’re soaking wet.” He thrusts up, hitting me deeper. “Feel that? This cunt was made for me.”
I whimper, rocking harder, chasing that depth again.
“Say it.” He thrusts, hands gripping my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me. “Tell me whose it is.”
“Knox, please.”
“Say it, Sawyer.”
“Yours.” I gasp the word. “It’s yours.”
He groans, low and rough, his head dropping back again. “Fuck. Yes, it is.” His thumb finds my sensitive clit and presses slow circles. “And this clit…” Another thrust, harder. “…is mine too. Every fucking part of you.”
Oh fuck. It’s too much. I’m too full.
I brace my hands on his chest, trying to hold myself together, but he’s making it impossible.
He lifts me again, watching his cock disappear inside me as he drops me down.
“God,” I choke out. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” he says. “Come for me. Soak my cock.”
He grips the back of my neck and pulls me down, chest to chest, changing the angle, and that does it. I shatter over him, grinding out a release that starts from somewhere deep inside.
Not giving me a chance to ride it out, he lifts me, lays me back down, and kneels between my legs, lifting them so they’re resting on his chest and shoulders.
He pushes back inside me in one quick stroke, hitting deeper than before. I’m clenching, shuddering, still riding out my orgasm. He must feel it, because his jaw tenses and his eyes flutter shut for a second.
“Fuck, Sawyer.” He stills for a moment, composing himself. “You feel too good. You have no idea.”
He starts to move and I lose myself in the pleasure. There’s no thoughts, only sensation—the way he pumps into me, the pressure, the obscene wet sound of it that would embarrass me if I had a single coherent thought left. He’s so deep I can feel every movement in my chest, in my teeth, behind my eyes.
“So deep…Oh God.”
“I know. Fuck. I know.” His hand finds my throat, resting there, feeling my pulse, while he watches me swallow his cock. “You’re perfect.”
The pressure crests fast and sharp and sudden, and I grab the sheets and hold on.
“Come on.” He rolls his hips, grinding into me at the end of each thrust. “Give me one more.”
I don’t have a choice. It rips through me without warning, fiercer than the last one, and I arch clean off the mattress. He follows seconds later with a groan that sounds like it’s been dragged out of somewhere deep, burying himself to the hilt, his whole body shuddering as he spills into me.
The feeling of it, of him, warm and spent and still inside me…it’s so good I could cry. I think I might be. I can’t tell anymore.
He stays there, forehead dropping to my knee, planting kisses there while he catches his breath. I stare at the ceiling and feel completely, thoroughly wrecked.
This…Knox and me.Whatever this is. Whatever he is to me and I am to him. This is the thing I’m terrified of losing before I ever really had it.
He lowers my legs gently and collapses beside me, pulling me against his chest without a word. His heartbeat is loud and fast under my cheek.
I close my eyes, forcing myself to enjoy this moment. To not think about the tie and jacket on the chair, and the way he saidlater, and everything that came before.
I need this…just this. Just him. For a little while longer.
