Page 85 of Sparks Fly

I wanted this. Sawyer falling apart for me, under me, because of me.

I kept going, relentless and reverent, my tongue pressing harder, my fingers stroking deep, holding onto every sound she gave me like it was mine.

Her hands tangled in my hair, tightening, guiding me closer.

“Addie,” she gasped, breath breaking. “Right there. Don’t—don’t change it.”

I didn’t. I stayed exactly where she needed me, letting her feel it, building it slowly instead of rushing.

Just like she did for me.

Her thighs trembled around me, her hips lifting, chasing me now.

“I’m close,” she warned, voice rough, barely there. “Fuck… baby—I’m so close.”

The words sent a warm rush through me.

I wanted it. Needed it.

“Yeah?” I murmured against her, not stopping, my voice softer now, breathless. “Come for me… please. I want to feel you.”

I pressed a little firmer, more deliberate, my thumb finding her clit just like I knew I liked.

Her whole body jolted. “Don’t stop,” she begged again, her voice breaking. “Please, baby—just like that don’t stop…”

“I won’t,” I whispered. “I’ve got you… you can let go.”

That did it.

She shattered.

Her whole body arched, thighs shaking, her mouth dropping open on a cry that sounded like my name ripped in half.

I didn’t stop. I held her there, kept kissing, kept moving through it as she came apart beneath me, riding every wave until she finally collapsed back into the sheets, her hand falling away, her chest heaving.

“So good,” she breathed, voice wrecked, reaching for me again. “You did so fucking good, baby… just like that.”

Her fingers slid into my hair, softer now, grounding, her thumb brushing my cheek as she tried to catch her breath.

“Holy shit,” she murmured, a weak laugh breaking through. “You’re… you’re really fucking good at that.”

I crawled back up the bed and buried my face in the crook of her neck. “You sure?”

She ran her hand over my bare shoulder. “Baby, I’m not sure I’ve ever come that hard—ever.”

“Ever?” I lifted my head to look at her.

She nodded and kissed me. “God, you’re so cute. Yes, really.”

I kissed her again, gentle and slow, then yawned and curled into her. The sheet rested low around our waists, our skin still damp and our bodies humming.

“I like it here,” I whispered.

“I like you here.” Sawyer kissed the top of my head, her hand moving slowly up and down my back.

As I drifted to sleep, one thought settled quietly inside me.

This was exactly where I was supposed to be.