“Angel, you’re too fucking good at that,” he swears, rolling over and taking me with him until he’s once again hovering over me. His body radiates heat, and when he rolls his hips, that dick I just had in my mouth hits a thousand sensitive nerve endings between my legs. Showing off his strength, Sawyer reaches over to the bedside table with one arm, all while still holding his body above mine. He shifts back, and using his teeth, tears open a condom packet. Only then does he sit back on his legs and roll it down his cock.
Moving back over me, he lifts one of my legs, turns and presses a strangely sweet kiss to the inside of my knee, then lines up with my entrance and achingly slowly pushes in. My body welcomes him eagerly, and we both groan with pleasure when he’s fully seated inside of me.
“Your body was made for this. For me,” he rumbles, dropping his forehead to meet mine as he pulls his hips back, then snaps forward again. “Look at how well you’re taking my cock, angel. So perfect.”
“Yes!” I cry out in response, my eyes fluttering closed. I feel his lips over mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth in time with the thrust of his hips. It’s a symphony of sensation, the slap of our bodies coming together, the pinch of his grip on my hip, the moans and sighs we can’t hold back.
Sawyer lifts his upper body away from mine, pulling my lower body up to meet the new angle and it hits just right. “Holy crap, Sawyer.Ohmygod, right there.” I hear the desperate whine to my voice, but there’s no holding back my chanting of his name as I clutch at the pillow under my head.
“You’re glorious. Look at you, Tori. Tell me you’re close, angel. Tell me you’re here with me.”
“I’m there,” I manage to whimper, and then I’m gone, shooting into the stratosphere, screaming out his name, just the way he predicted I would as my body shakes and shudders through its release. Sawyer’s grunting, his movements becoming erratic, and then he’s growling my name into my ear as his own climax sends a second wave of sensation through me.
Eventually, Sawyer climbs off the bed and disappears into the bathroom. But I can’t bring myself to move. My bones still feel like jelly.
“I noticed you’ve got a big bathtub,” he says as he drops back down on the mattress beside me. I look over at him, for once already knowing where he’s going with that statement.
“I do.”
“What exactly is a romantic bubble bath?”
Oh boy. How far do I take this? I decide to keep it simple — for now — and let him get creative.
“A bath where I’m not alone. Where there’s someone else in it with me, someone focused on…me. My relaxation. My pleasure.”
He bounces back up to sitting. “Well, now. That’s one we can check off your list right the fuck now.” Leaning over, he smacks a kiss to my lips. “Don’t move, angel.”
Watching his perfect ass jog into my bathroom has me grabbing a pillow to muffle my giggle of delight. I don’t know how the heck I got to this place where a hot firefighter is making my sex bucket list dreams come true, but I’m not complaining.
A few minutes later, he opens the bathroom door, comes over without saying a word, scoops me up into his arms, and carries me into the steamy room. My eyes widen as he sets me down beside the tub. Candlelight flickers in the small space, and the aroma of my favourite bubble bath fills the air.
“How’s this?” he asks, sounding oddly nervous, like my opinion truly matters. I lift my hand to run it through his hair before going on my toes to kiss his cheek.
“This is perfect.”
His grin is so wide, so energetic, it has me smiling in response. Then he steps into the water and eases himself down into the bubbles before gesturing to me. “C’mon in.”
I lower myself into the tub and lean back against his muscled chest. From somewhere behind him, he grabs a washcloth, and starts to slowly, gently wipe the soft wet fabric over my body. I let my eyes close and just soak in the moment.
“I’ve never done this.”
Shifting slightly, so I can tilt my head back and look at him, I see him staring down at me. “Done what?”
“Spent this much time with a woman. With one woman. I’ve never wanted to.”
Something in me makes me move to sit up and turn around, but his arm goes around my waist, holding me tightly in place. Settling back in, I let him share whatever he’s going to say.
“Monogamy in moderation, that’s always been my thing. One woman at a time, for one night only. Nothing more.”
He’s trying to sound full of bravado, but there’s an underlying emotion I can’t quite get a read on. Whether he’s been hurt in the past, or never seen a healthy relationship, I don’t know. But I find myself wanting to understand.
“Are your siblings all in relationships?”
He nods. “Yeah, and don’t get me wrong I’m happy for them. It took a minute for me to realize my own issues with relationships didn’t need to be theirs. Sometimes I’m even jealous of what they have. A partner, a person that’s just always there. But it’s not for me.”
“Why not?” I press, but apparently, there’s a limit to how much he wants to share. His face shifts into another one of his cocky smirks.
“Ah, now that’s a story for another time. Or never. It’s also a good story for never. Right now, I think we should cross off another item from your bucket list. Got any scarves?”
