Sawyer (Carolina Reapers 2)

Our kiss was hotter and wetter than ever before, tinged with a crazed desperation that told me just how badly she wanted me.

My fingers dipped and found her wet and ready, and there was a loud groan. Hers or mine, I didn’t know. I bit her lower lip gently as I stroked her from opening to clit, swirling around the swollen, needy flesh to wake up every nerve ending without actually stroking where she wanted me.

“Sawyer,” she pled, rocking her hips against my hand.

I ran my finger around her clit. “You know it goes both ways, right?”

“What?” she asked, arching her hips.

“You only fuck me.” I slipped the tip of my finger into her pussy. Her muscles clenched at me, but couldn’t draw me in.

“What?” she asked again, clearly having forgotten what we were just talking about.

“You. Only. Fuck. Me.” I punctuated my words with mini thrusts, only entering her far enough to stroke her sensitive flesh. “There’s no one else.” My eyes locked with hers, and she blinked in understanding as her nails dug into the skin of my biceps.

“Only you,” she promised. “There’s been no one else for...a while. I only want you.”

My heart flipped, which I blatantly ignored.

Instead, I sank my finger fully inside her and kissed the cry from her lips as I worked her clit with my thumb. When she started keening, I added a second finger, pumping her hard and slow as she tensed beneath me. I kept my eyes locked on hers, refusing to miss this. Last time I hadn’t seen her face, only felt her reactions.

My cock ached as her breaths came faster and her muscles locked.

“That’s it,” I encouraged her. “Fuck, you have no idea how beautiful you are like this, do you? All mine.”

Her eyes widened, and she cried out my name as her orgasm took her, her body arching under mine in completion. I stroked her through that orgasm, and before she could come down completely, I rebuilt her pleasure, keeping her burning.

I left the silk of her body only to strip off the last of my clothes and grab a condom from the bedside table. I ripped the foil open and rolled it over my length as I settled back over her. She lifted her knees, and I almost came at the sight of her, slippery and swollen for me.

“Tell me you really want this,” I ordered even as the head of my cock teased her entrance. Her hair had come undone, and I sank my fingers into it, making a fist in the silken strands. My other hand, I kept at her hip.

“I want this,” she said, lifting her head to gently bite the lobe of my ear. “I want you.”

God, this was such a bad idea. Agreeing not to fall in love with her when I was already crazy over her. Agreeing that we could keep the friendship and the sex and not develop strings.

But even knowing all that, I couldn’t stop myself. I needed her too badly.

I sank into her kiss as I thrust slowly into her body, tunneling through her tight muscles with one long stroke until she’d taken all of me.

“Damn,” I groaned against her mouth as her body clenched mine. “Echo, you feel so fucking perfect.” She was tight and hot, wrapping around me like a fist.

“Move,” she begged. “More.” Her hips rolled against mine, and another moan escaped my lips.

Then I moved, reading her body and giving her exactly what kept her crying out for more. Harder. Deeper. We came together in a rhythm that usually took lovers months to find, our bodies recognizing its match in the other.

I took her over and over, plunging inside her heat and finding that each stroke was better than the last. The pleasure built between us until sweat beaded on my skin from holding back, from refusing to let this end. I was going to fuck this woman until we both died from it because there was no way I was ever leaving the perfection of her body. Screw the outside world. I was going to live right here with her moans in my ear and her pussy rippling around my cock.

Her hips lifted, and I felt her start to tense beneath me again.

“Sawyer,” she begged, riding that edge.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I promised, then slid my hand down her hip to lift her knee higher. Then I took her even deeper, grinding over her clit with every thrust.

That spiraling pleasure coiled within me, building at the base of my spine, each stroke bringing me closer to the moment I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer.

Her muscles started to flutter around me, and her eyes flew wide as they met mine, the orgasm sweeping over her as she screamed out with pleasure. She locked down on my cock and pulled me right over with her. I came with a shout that might have been her name and rode out the mind-numbing pleasure from the hardest, longest orgasm I’d ever had.