Page 123 of Sparks Fly

My eyes slipped closed for a second.

“Say my name,” she said.

“Sawyer—baby… please”

She moaned. “Just like that.” Her breath broke, and I watched her head tip back against the couch. Whatever control she had been holding onto was slipping.

“You sound so good,” I whimpered.

“You like hearing what you do to me?”

“Yes.” My fingers pressed harder, pulling a sharp cry from me. “Fuck, yes… I wish I could feel you,” I gasped.

“You will.” Her voice shook. “When you come home, I’m going to spread you out on my bed and take my time tasting every inch of you.”

“Sawyer…”

“I’m going to make you come with my mouth until you’re begging me to stop.”

My hips lifted from the mattress.

“Fuck. Baby, I can’t hold it.”

“Yes, you can.” She swallowed a moan, her face tightening with pleasure. “A little longer. Stay with me.”

I tried. God, I tried.

My hand slowed, but my whole body trembled with the effort. My thighs tightened around my wrist, every nerve pulled taut and aching for release.

“You’re doing so fucking good,” she praised. “My pretty girl, lying there touching herself for me.”

My voice shook. “I like being your good girl.”

Her whole expression broke. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Her breathing turned ragged, and I knew she was close too. The sight of it nearly undid me. Sawyer losing control because of me. Touching herself while she watched me fall apart.

“Baby,” she gasped. “I’m close.”

“So am I. Please let me come with you.”

Her eyes held mine. “Come for me, baby.”

The tension snapped. My body arched from the bed as her name tore from my throat. Pleasure hit hard and fast, rolling through me in waves while my hand kept moving, chasing every last pulse.

Across the screen, Sawyer came with me.

Her head fell back, her body tightening as a rough cry left her. Watching her lose herself pushed me through another wave, leaving me shaking beneath the sheets.

For a few seconds, there was nothing but our uneven breathing.

I collapsed into the pillows, my hand finally going still.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered.

Sawyer let out a breathless laugh and dragged a hand over her face. “You okay, baby?”

“More than okay.”