Page 83 of Sparks Fly

I trembled beneath her, my thighs tightening, my whole body straining toward something she wasn’t giving me yet. The tension built sharper, higher, almost unbearable now, my breath breaking into uneven sounds I couldn’t control.

“I can’t—” I choked out.

“You can,” she said, soft but certain, her eyes locking on mine. “Just a little longer, just let it feel good.”

Her fingers curled again—deeper this time, slower—and it sent a shock through me, enough to make me cry out, my back arching as the pressure surged even higher.

Right there.

Right on the edge.

She held me there.

Made me feel every second of it. And god it felt so good.

“Good girl,” she murmured, her thumb finally pressing where I needed it, just enough to tip me.

That was all it took.

The pressure snapped, sudden and overwhelming, my body breaking open around her as I came with a long, low cry, my hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer as everything hit at once.

Sawyer didn’t pull away.

She held me there, her hand slowing but not stopping, dragging it out, riding every aftershock as my body trembled beneath her. She kissed me through it, soft now, grounding, her voice low against my skin.

“So good. So fucking perfect. You did so good for me, baby.”

I couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. My chest rose and fell too fast, my skin flushed and damp, lips parted as I tried to come back down.

Sawyer shifted up beside me, pressing a kiss to my temple, then my collarbone. Her hand skimmed over my stomach, slow, steady, grounding.

I turned my head and kissed her, softer this time. Full of something deeper than before.

“You good?” she whispered, brushing my hair back.

I nodded, still catching my breath. “You wrecked me.”

Sawyer grinned, lazy and satisfied. “Yeah?”

I kissed her like it mattered. Like I was laying down truth with my mouth.

Then I shifted, hands firm on Sawyer’s hips, and rolled us until she was on her back, breath catching as I straddled her, thighs snug around her waist.

Then I shifted, hands firm on Sawyer’s hips, and rolled us until she was on her back, her breath catching as I straddled her, my thighs snug around her waist.

“My turn,” I said, my voice low, steady, crackling with heat.

Sawyer’s eyes widened, lips kiss-swollen, chest rising and falling fast. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” I cut her off softly. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

She went still.

Surrendered.

Her gaze locked onto me like I was the only thing in the room. Like I was the room.

I leaned down and kissed her letting it ground us for a second before my hands slid down her stomach. Her abs twitched under my touch when I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of her briefs and found her soaked.