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Forever Right Now

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Sawyer wiped his chin with the back of his hand and went crawling back up my body.

“Not done with you yet,” he growled in my ear, and then I gasped and sat up straight as his mouth on my neck sent reviving currents through me. The desire for him—to have all of him, naked and inside me—surged through every part of my body.

I reached to pull the drawstring on his pants as my mouth found his. I kissed him hard, with gnashing teeth and a tongue that explored every inch of his luscious mouth that had just unraveled me. My hand slipped inside his pants to find him huge and hard.

“Oh my God,” I hissed against his mouth, stroking him. “This. You…I need you.”

He nodded, and bent to reach for the nightstand drawer.

I scooted back against the headboard to watch Sawyer strip out of his pants, then his boxer briefs. Another flush of heat swept between my legs at the magnificent sight of his nakedness; defined arms, pecs, abs, under smooth, tanned skin, and then the V that led down to his pure masculine beauty. My hand went to my own wet desire, needing the touch until he finished rolling on a condom.

“Yes,” I whispered, as Sawyer knelt over me, kissed me, then lifted me so he could kneel under me, sitting on his heels. I rested on his thighs for a moment, my back against the headboard and Sawyer in front of me, his beautiful dark eyes full of hard want and reverence; gentle care and heated need all at once.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said again with a soft voice, even as his hands gripped my hips painfully. “But Darlene…”

“You won’t,” I said. “I don’t care if you do. I need you…God, Sawyer, please. Please…” I craned my mouth to him and his lips met mine just as he lifted me over him and slipped inside me as I sank down.

“Oh God,” I hissed, as the huge, heavy pressure of him filled me, stretched me.

“Jesus,” he groaned, his forehead on mine. “You feel…fuck, you feel so good…So…”

“Perfect,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes and then burning away. “This is perfect.”

Sawyer lifted his head to look at me in the dimness, and I saw everything I’d ever wanted to see in a man staring back at me.

The moment of stillness caught and held, and then the need in our bodies became ravenous and couldn’t wait one second more. His hands on my hips gripped harder, lifting me and then bringing me down on him. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, kissing him at first as the heaviness of him pushed into me, touching deep, and I undulated my hips to bring him deeper, to take his every thrust harder.

Kissing became impossible, and Sawyer reached above me to grip the headboard with both hands, caging me in his arms. I reached up too, held on and lifted into his thrusts, to meet his every movement. My soft breasts brushed against the hard muscles of his chest, while the intense pressure of him inside me grew and tightened, coiled into something ready to explode. I couldn’t get enough of him. His warm scent, the taste of his kiss when our mouths clashed frantically, the feel of his powerful body pinning mine against the headboard.

“More,” I whispered. “Sawyer... I want more.” I could barely speak, barely comprehended the words that fell from my mouth. “Take me…”

Though it didn’t seem possible, Sawyer’s hips moved faster and harder at my words. He reached one hand down to hook my leg onto the crook of his elbow, to cradle my injured foot, while taking him somehow deeper into me with every thrust.

I could barely hold on as the tight coil he’d been brushing and coaxing and touching inside me came apart like an explosion. My entire body stiffened; I arched into him, opened my body to him, a scream wrenched out of me as the orgasm rocketed up from where we were joined.

“Yes,” he groaned, his thrusts slower now, hard and deep. “Come for me, Darlene. Just like that…Christ, you’re so beautiful.”

And in my ecstatic delirium, I realized I was going to be his first orgasm in almost a year.

He waited until me.

I held his face in my hands reverently, kissed his broad mouth deeply. “Now you,” I whispered against his lips. “Come for me, Sawyer. Come inside me.”

I felt his own body tense, every one of his taut muscles drawing tighter. His hipbones ground against mine, he was so deep in me. I pressed myself into his last thrusts, nails digging into his ass to hold him tight. He let go of my leg to brace himself on the bed, his other hand gripping my hip to push into me. His mouth found my neck, and he bit down, danced the line between pleasure and pain, and came against me, inside me, the masculine sounds of his release breathing hotly against my throat.

I wrapped my arms around him as he shuddered, wound my fingers in his hair, and held him as the tension in him ebbed and our chests met and retreated, over and over, like a tide, as we caught our breaths together.

“Holy hell,” Sawyer groaned into my neck.

“I know,” I said. My fingers curled in his hair. The aftershocks of the orgasm made me shudder against him. “Oh my God, feel that?”

He nodded against my shoulder. “Everywhere. I feel you everywhere.”

I held him tighter, his beautiful body that was warm, soft skin, over hard muscle and power he had unleashed against me so magnificently.

After a time, Sawyer lifted his head to look at me blearily, drunk with the pleasure and utterly spent. I was sure I looked the same—my hair a tangled mess with strands falling over my face and billowing with my breath. Sawyer’s eyes sharpened as his hand came up to brush them away.

“Darlene…”



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