Page 89 of Make it a Double

I grabbed the chair in the corner of the room, dragging it over until I was directly in front of her. The legs scraped against the wooden floor, but I didn’t care. Not as her eyes bled black and her hands curled into the sheets.

Tossing the wand next to her, I slowly undid the buttons of my shirt and let it fall to the ground. Next, I worked on my belt, taking my time to slip it free from the loops. Finally, my fingers found the button of my jeans. I popped it open, grabbing the band of my briefs and shoving them down my legs. There was no reason to rush when we had all night. Hell, we could hole ourselves up in this cabin all fucking weekend if we wanted to.

Judging by the way Sawyer licked her lips at the sight of my hard cock, it was a real possibility. She whined, squeezing her thighs together as best she could. I took the seat in front of her and spread my thighs, giving my length one long stroke. “Have you ever touched yourself in front of someone before?”

She might have been a virgin when we met, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t experienced in other ways. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “Never.”

Did it make me a total caveman if knowing I was the sum total of her sexual experience turned me on? I was the only one who knew her body intimately. The only one who knew what she tasted like or the face she made when she came. The only one who ever heard that slight hitch of her breathing when I pushed inside for the first time.

“Grab the wand and scoot back against the headboard. Yeah, just like that,” I said, stroking myself. “Good girl. Now show me that pretty pussy.”

Sawyer blushed, but kept her eyes on me as her legs fell open. Arousal coated her sex, making it glisten in the low light. I wanted it on my tongue and coating my cock, but I had to be patient. Tonight wasn’t about that. It was about testing boundaries and finding common ground until we felt comfortable with more.

“You look so beautiful, Sawyer.” My voice was little more than a whisper. “So fucking beautiful, and all mine. Isn’t that right?”

She nodded. “All yours.”

“Do you ever think of me when you touch yourself?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “That first night plays on repeat as I rub my clit. And it’s your name I cry out every single time.”

“Fuck, baby. Turn that wand on and show me. Show me how you make that perfect fucking pussy feel good.” My cock was already thick and pulsing in my grip, precum leaking from my tip. I ran my hand up, gathering it for moisture before sliding back down. It wouldn’t take much to make me come, not as I watched her bring the head of the wand to her exposed clit and moan.

Nothing has ever sounded sweeter. I wanted to record it. Play it until I memorized every sigh and gasp and moan. Sawyer’s eyes were trained on my hand as it moved along my length. She matched the tempo I set, both of us chasing after a long overdue release.

“How’s that feel, sugar?” I panted, slowing my movements to gather more moisture.

Her head lolled to the side, free hand cupping her breast to play with her nipples. “So good,” she moaned. “I’m not going to last long.”

“Neither am I. Don’t worry. Do what feels good. Show me what you like, baby. Show me how to make you feel good.”

My words spurred her on as she chased that high, rolling her hips before letting out a guttural cry. I squeezed the base of my cock, matching her frenzied tempo until I felt a climax barreling toward me. “I’m gonna come,” I gritted out.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, letting her eyes slip closed for the first time as I watched her orgasm hit. She snapped her legs together, trapping the wand against her clit as she rode out the waves crashing against her.

My head fell back against the chair as I frantically followed her over the edge. So good. So fucking good. Cum coated my fingers, running down and making a mess at the base of my cock. I didn’t care, not as she opened her eyes and licked her lips at the sight.

Without speaking, she turned off the wand and tossed it aside before crawling to the edge of the bed in front of me. Her gaze dipped to my hand curiously. “Can I taste?”

Goddammit, what was this woman doing to me? “You don’t have to,” I said quickly. “It’s not great.”

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Consider me curious.” She lifted one shoulder. “There’s nothing I don’t want to try with you.”

Reaching forward, she took hold of my wrist and lifted it toward her mouth. Then, because she was surely trying to kill me, she wrapped her lips around my pointer finger and sucked. Her tongue swirled around the digit, cleaning up the remnants of my release.

My cock twitched at the thought of what it would be like to have her mouth wrapped around it instead. How good it would feel when she ran her tongue along the underside, or around my slit. It was enough to have small aftershocks of pleasure running through my body.

When she finally let go, her eyes practically glowed in the low light. She licked her lips, running her thumb along the corner to wipe away a stray drop.

Then, she licked that, too.

“Jesus christ, woman. Are you trying to kill me?” I panted. My hand was sticky with what was left of my release, but I didn’t care.

“No,” she said sweetly. “I like you too much to kill you.”

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in days. “That’s good,” I murmured, pushing to my feet and using the towel Sawyer had left on the floor to clean myself up. “Because it would be a shame if I were alone in feeling like this.”

I grabbed a clean pair of briefs and pulled them up my legs. She watched me closely as I brought the clothes she had discarded before our argument and did the same. First, with the underwear, and then the t-shirt. “Come on,” I said, gently tugging her up. “Let’s get some sleep.”