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“Every.” He pushes the strap of my shirt down over my shoulder and lowers to press an openmouthed kiss to my skin there.
“Single.” As he trails his wet lips up along my neck, he shoves the other strap off my opposite shoulder. I shiver, both from his affectionate statements and his hot tongue dragging over my sensitive flesh.
“Inch.” Tugging with both hands, he pushes my shirt down. He nuzzles his mouth up toward my ear, kissing, licking, and teasing me. My shirt is flimsy, and my bra is more for show than support. Exposed to the air with one layer removed, my nipples bead instantly.
“Do you understand me?” he whispers into my ear before he moves his mouth toward me and presses a tender kiss to the corner of mine. I close my eyes at the heat of him surrounding me. The hotness of his kiss. The warmth of his hand pressing at my back. Then, the searing intensity of his fingers as he reaches up to rub my nipple through my bra.
“Do you—”
“Sawyer, I don’t know what the hell you’re saying,” I whine and wrench my eyes open to pout at him hopelessly. “I can’t—I don’t want to think right now. All I want is…” I swallow at the smoldering desire in his eyes. I’m doing this to him. Me. I’m the woman making him stare at me with that ravenous gaze.
“Tell me,” he orders quietly as he tugs the cup of my lacy bra down. He doesn’t wait for my instructions. Gripping my sides, he easily picks me up and closes his mouth over my breast. His teeth clamp down slightly as his tongue flicks at my nipple. The dual sensation of pain and pleasure rockets through me, building a naughty tension in my core.
“Yeah,” I choke out the reply, dropping my head back as I wrap my legs around his waist. I thread my fingers through his hair and hold on tight, determined to keep his face at my breasts. “This.”
“This?” he growls against my breast. He moves his mouth to the other one, still hidden by my transparent bra. His lips close over that nipple, too, and with a harder suction into his mouth, I swear I’m dripping wet.
“All of it. All of you.” I won’t beg, but it seems he hears the need beneath my shaky admission. He’s already moving me to the bedroom. Sucking my nipples and laving my breasts, he unerringly navigates his way to the one bed. It’s supposed to be mine tonight, but I’ll be damned if he doesn’t invite himself. Words are beyond me. I can hardly catch my breath with the rapid pace of my pulse. Between his teeth and tongue, I’m already delirious, and neither of us is naked.
He doesn’t need to speak either, not with words. As he lowers me to the bed, his hands convey what he thinks of my needs. He’s ready and willing to give me what I want, unable to cease kissing for more than a second to gasp for air, but not until he can see me.
When he struggles to remove my shirt, I distract him by unclasping my bra. With a dirty growl, he gazes at my tits and loses track again, kissing and groping with an increasingly faster and more frantic pace.
“Baby…” He cups them both, staring reverently as he swipes his thumbs over my hard nipples again. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Just this. You.” I pull him back to me for a hard kiss, and he follows me down to the mattress, proving his words. In a fumble of too many hands and way too much clothing, the process of getting me bare seems to take too long. I can’t manage the zipper of my skirt, but he can. He delays while dragging my panties down my legs, but I kick them off quickly. It’s unfair how one-sided he keeps this, but each time I reach for his buckle or zipper, and every chance I get to grip the hem of his shirt, he dodges my attempts.
“No. This time…” He presses his big hand over my stomach, keeping me flat on the bed as he crawls down. “This time is all about you.”
I blink, staring up at the ceiling and trying to concentrate through the hazy fog of desire twisting my mind. All about me? I’ve never received such a dedication. Through all my twenty-three years on this planet, I haven’t had such stark and utter consideration given to me, with nothing expected in return.
Then, once he fastens his mouth to my entrance, licking and sucking with vigor and without pause, I lose all trace of thought. I can only feel, and the wickedly good sensations he has coursing through my every fiber are out of this world.
A shivering streak of pleasure spirals through me, lighting my nerves on fire. The tension of a building orgasm coils tighter within me, and my muscles clench. He doesn’t let up, not when I grip the sheets and cry out loudly. He doesn’t retreat, not even when I clamp my thighs around his head and keep him there. And when I buck, arching my hips because I’m so sensitive to the sensual stroke of his tongue within my wet, throbbing entrance, he pushes his face onto me harder, doubling down on making me come.
I do, floating on a wave of pure ecstasy I haven’t felt in a long, long while, so distant that I can’t recall if Owen ever made me explode like this. I’m not sure any man I’ve been with has gotten me off as expertly as Sawyer just has, and I’m not inclined to consider anyone else attempting it.
Stop. Stop thinking like this. It’s absurd, and after all, sex is just sex. This is physical. Sawyer is determined to prove his point and drill it into my mind—for the night—that I’m worthy of his praise and compliments.
“Like that?” he asks, crooning in that husky, deep voice.
I want him to climb up here and kiss me. For as quickly and powerfully as he got me to come, I need some kind of aftercare. But he doesn’t move. Stroking my entrance with his fingers, he slows his ministrations and prolongs the climax. Smaller, lighter waves of my orgasm grip me, and all I can manage are gasps and moans.
“Or are you not done yet?”
He pairs that tease with another dip down of his mouth on me. My clit is too sensitive, and as he sucks on it, trying to make me come again, I cry out even louder.
“I—”
Crap. I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. He’s overwhelming me, but again, he somehow knows.
“What?” he asks, peering up at me as he kneels on the bed.
I lick my lips, panting as he peels his shirt off and tosses it to the side. It’s my own private strip show, and just watching him reveal his hard body for me fuels my desire all over again, no matter how sensitive I feel from the lack of sex in my life.
“I want…” I pause and lick my dry lips again, eager for water. After all the alcohol, all the dancing, then this intense orgasm, I feel like I’ll be dehydrated forever.
He stands, lowering his jeans and boxers together while keeping his eyes locked on mine. At the sight of his long, thick cock jutting into the air, I mewl and reach out for him.
