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This time I didn't cringe, because hearing his intent and the filthy words spilling from his tongue only heightened my desperation to have him. My hungry eyes had been glued to his cock when he'd put on the condom.
When I had my first real uninterrupted view of his cock, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Thick, long—perfect. His was slightly bigger than Logan's, wider than Logan's, and larger than either of the men I'd taken inside me before. I couldn't help but compare, it had happened automatically.
Wrapping his hand around his length, Sawyer gripped it firmly and tugged at it in slow deliberate movements. Watching him do this so casually added to the intimacy of the moment. He bent forward and licked me leisurely again and stroked my seam with his fingers, his eyes half closed with lust.
"You're soaked and ready for me. Look at this," he said, sliding two fingers from my clit to my entrance before holding them up. Turning his fingers around, I saw my arousal glisten on them. "You are so fucking wet," he whispered. "I did that. This is how I make you feel, Billie. How I know you want me," he told me in a low tone laced with desire and want. He placed both fingers in his mouth and sucked. "Mmmm," he moaned exaggeratedly and my core pulsed again.
Pulling his fingers back out of his mouth he grinned, his eyes wild with carnal want. I rose up onto my elbows and reached out and tried to take hold of his cock. Sawyer quickly swiped my hand away, moved over me, and held my wrist above my head. "No, don't. I'll come in no time if you play with me, and I want this one to last. There'll be plenty of time for you to explore me later."
Surrounding me from above, Sawyer's legs caged me in from the outside, his forearms holding him up, and his face mere inches from mine. He was so close his breath was my air, his masculine scent was all-consuming, and the head of his cock brushed at my entrance.
"You okay?" he asked, suddenly mindful of me at that moment, his huge hazel eyes dark with need as they searched my face for doubts. I nodded. "When we do this, there's got to be no guilt attached, no second-guessing or worrying about the world. It's you and me here, baby. Fuck everyone else."
A wave of emotion choked my throat, closing it tight. Despite feeling stubborn, I had been unable to stop the tears that sprang to my eyes. For a minute I felt ridiculous when the feelings of bashfulness and innocence I had been fighting flared up within me.
I was a mature, divorced, woman, yet my previous insecurities had made me feel inexperienced and unworthy of Sawyer, who had done everything possible to ensure I had no regrets about having sex with him.
"Hey," he whispered, seeing my sudden change in mood. "I know physically you want this. Are you sure you're emotionally ready?" he asked, and my heart clenched. Although he was highly aroused, he still had found the strength to hesitate and question my commitment to what we had been about to do. "I promise you, Billie, I'm not using you for this. I've got you, darlin'. The pressure is on me as much as it is on you. I want this with you."
A weak smile played on my lips and my heart squeezed again, because Sawyer may have been younger in years but in terms of sexual confidence, he was light-years ahead. I nodded. "Yes," I whispered, taking his head in my heads. "I want this too, or we'd never have gotten to this point right now. I'm fine."
"I know you're fine. Why do you think I chased you down? We men are simple creatures; when we see something we want, we generally go all out to get it." Bending his mouth to my ear, he whispered so softly I had to strain to hear. "And I swear, I've never wanted any woman as badly as I want you, Billie."
He thrilled me when he suddenly stuck his tongue in my ear, grabbed my throat loosely in one hand, and slid his cock into me at the same time. No teasing or testing, no easing in, just that quick distraction as he pushed steadily in right down to his base. I had felt desperate by the time he entered me, and the relief when he filled me had made me cry out in relief. "Oh, my God, yes."
Sawyer lay still at the moment, face buried in my neck until he huffed out a breath. "Fuuuuck," we both muttered in reaction to the sensation of the tightness of my pussy. It had been a long dry spell for me. "Tight," he rasped before guttural groan left his throat. "Oh, darlin', this feels incredible. It's been a long time since you did this," he remarked.
Dropping his forehead on mine he stared into my eyes and the profound connection between us was everything I could ever have wished for. A few seconds later he wiggled his hips a little as we both adjusted to his girth. I chuckled even though my eyes were watering. "You okay?" he asked again, and although it had hurt a little, the stinging sensation had quickly subsided.
"Yeah, you might have warned me though," I remarked, and he cradled my head in his hands.
"No, you'd have tensed," he mumbled. "it was less painful for you because I didn't." I considered his point and he was probably right. My lips had gone dry and Sawyer licked them before we shared another hot, steamy kiss as he moved slowly in and out of me. Pulling away, he stared intently. When he locked his gaze to mine, he suddenly slammed his cock deep inside me again.
"Oh!" I cried out. The sensation of fullness took my breath away.
"Okay?" he asked, checking me out one last time as he moved slowly back to gain my approval again.
"Feels amazing," I murmured honestly. My frustration grew with his consideration, and I grabbed his butt and pulled him closer because I wanted more. He took my cue and as my confidence grew, I met him thrust for thrust. Following my lead, Sawyer picked up his pace and when he finally gave me all he had, I was almost overwhelmed by how powerful he was.
Sawyer did me exactly the way he wanted to, demonstrating a refreshing lack of restraint as he explored my body. He left me with no doubt he had truly wanted me.
"Your pussy feels incredible," he whispered, his raspy voice carrying his need in his tone while he tasted me over and over. Kissing me hard and slow, he broke each kiss and dragged his tongue up my neck. It sent shivers throughout my body and made my muscles inside pulse.
Even this hadn't felt enough for him and he nipped my neck and nipples with his teeth. "Fuck, I want to mark you, Billie," he ground out, still pounding me hard and fast. His fingertips clung desperately to my hips in a possessive grip. I knew my flesh would be bruised afterward. "So fucking good," he whispered again before he tried to rein himself in, but gave in to his urge and bit my shoulder, leaving his mark.
All other thoughts had gone from my mind apart from him and what I felt being there with him. From the moment I'd met Sawyer I imagined he'd be a powerful lover, but I wasn't totally prepared for the animalistic way he'd teetered on the edge of losing control. The way he devoured me was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
The demanding way he controlled my body and gave himself to me felt hypnotic. Despite his force and the almost overpowering sensation of it all, I gave him my trust and accepted how he appeared lost in me.
For two people sharing our first sexual connection, our chemistry was off the charts. Everything—the way he moved, the attention he paid me, the way he nurtured and caressed me, and the way he anticipated the changes in my reactions—meant he owned me.
Until that moment with him, I'd never known that another person could connect to my senses and emotions in such a perfect way. When I came again, the sheer and utter ecstasy I felt from his expert ministrations were mind-numbing and gave me a uniquely blissful experience I never knew I was capable of feeling.
When I came for the second time, Sawyer stiffened, his body instantly froze at that moment before I felt him ejaculate inside me in long, rhythmic pulses of pleasure. "Fuck me," he cursed, panting heavily as he dropped, sweat-drenched and breathless, on top of me.
The temporary crush I felt eased quickly when he took his weight on his elbows by the side of my head. Perspiration beaded his forehead and he looked both flushed and exhausted before he kissed my nose, eased his cock gently out, and rolled away from me. He looked like I felt: totally spent, sweaty, and pleasantly sore.
Rolling onto his back, he lifted his arms above his head, and closed his eyes. I watched his heart beating through the pulse in his glistening torso. His chest heaved as he caught a long breath and for a moment my heart stuttered as the silence stretched between us and my lack of confidence of being with him crept back in.
