Page 84 of Sparks Fly

God she felt so good.

Sawyer moaned loud and helpless. “God, baby,” she gasped, hips arching up into my palm. “Fuck.”

I nearly came again from that sound alone.

I moved my fingers slowly, deliberately, drawing circles over her clit, watching the way her brows pinched, the way her mouth dropped open. I wanted to memorize every reaction. Every breathless gasp. I wanted to learn what she liked.

“You’re so wet for me,” I whispered.

Sawyer whimpered. “Only for you.”

I kissed her again, hot and hungry, my body grounded against her thigh. Then I moved lower, trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her chest. I took my time with her breasts, licking and sucking until she was arching into my mouth, fingers tangled in my hair.

I didn’t stop. I kissed my way down her stomach, teeth dragging lightly across her skin, tasting salt and Sawyer and something that felt like truth.

II tugged her briefs down slowly, dragging them off her legs and dropping them to the floor without taking my eyes off her.

Sawyer lay sprawled beneath me—legs parted, flushed, glistening—so fucking gorgeous it made something deep in me ache.

“Tell me if I’m doing it right, okay?” I asked, my voice quieter now as I looked up at her.

Her expression softened instantly, something tender slipping into her gaze as she reached down, brushing her fingers lightly through my hair.

“You’re going to do perfect,” she murmured. “But I’ll tell you.”

The reassurance settled something in my chest.

I shifted lower, settling between her thighs, my breath catching as I breathed her heat, her scent, the soft, steady hum of her body beneath my hands.

For a second, I just stayed there.

Taking her in.

Then I leaned in and finally put my mouth on her.

Sawyer’s back bowed off the bed. “Fuck, Addie…” Her voice broke. Her hand flew out, fingers gripping the sheets.

I moaned against her, loving the way her body trembled, the way her thighs clamped around my head for a beat, then opened wider, welcoming me in.

I used my mouth the way I wanted to be used. Slow at first. Soft, deep strokes of my tongue. Then teasing her clit with my tongue, circling, flicking, sucking just enough to make her gasp. I slipped one finger inside her, then two, curling them gently, matching the roll of my tongue.

Sawyer was wrecked.

Her hips bucked. Her voice went hoarse.

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

The praise hit me harder than anything else.

I hadn’t known. Hadn’t realized how much I needed that. How much I liked it. The way it lit something up in me and made me want to give her more. Make her feel everything.

I loved every second of it.

She kept whispering, “Don’t stop… don’t stop… please don’t fucking stop,” over and over like a prayer.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t.