Page 52 of Blue Moon

Chapter 22

Sol

Tonight was the night.

Sawyer and I had spent the last two nights at his house on base in Pensacola. I really loved it out here—the people were friendly, it was warm and sunny unlike San Francisco, and it wasn’t as humid as I thought it would be. Sawyer had been showing me around town and even took some more Instagram pictures with me. I usually wasn’t a beach girl, but I enjoyed relaxing in the sand and reading a book while Sawyer surfed.

But I’d made a decision this morning. I didn’t want to wait any longer, and I didn’t need to be in love. We were in a committed relationship. I was ready.

Sawyer kissed me on the forehead when I told him. “Are you sure? We don’t have to. I’ll wait for you.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m excited.”

He grinned and then drew me a bath. Then he poured me a glass of champagne and served me some strawberries.

He raised his flute to mine. The glasses clinked as he gave a toast. “To us.”

“To us.”

He fed me a strawberry and then walked out of the bathroom.

I slid into the bubbles and relaxed.

My mind raced. This was so romantic. He was so romantic. Truly a fantasy coming true. I had no doubts.

I sipped my champagne and tried to calm my nerves. After a few deep calming breaths, I finally emerged, slick and wet and ready for Sawyer.

Ready to give myself completely to him. I rubbed lotion all over my body and put on a white satin slip over my head. I took a look in the mirror and saw a sexy, beautiful woman staring back at me.

Sawyer had lit candles all around the room. He stood in front of the bed with wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. He had the most incredible body—a strong defined chest with tattoos, ripped arms, and a sexy V under his abs.

I stood there awkwardly for a second.

“You look so beautiful, babe.” He pulled the straps of my slip down over my shoulders and let my slip fall to the floor, then he picked me up and carried me to the bed.

He kissed slowly down my face and nibbled at my earlobe. His breath on my collarbone caused heat to grow between my legs. I kissed him back, running my hands all over his tanned skin, pulling him closer to me.

He turned his attention to my breasts, slowly licking my nipples until he took one in his mouth and sucked on it.

I was dying for him.

Every kiss, every lick, every touch made the anticipation that much greater.

He settled in between my thighs and kissed my most sensitive spot. Over the past two weeks, I had been drowning in the pleasure that he gave me. Sawyer was so unselfish. He spoiled me, eating my pussy every chance he got, and I craved his tongue. He made me feel like a sexy woman.

My sex drive had gone from cautiously curious to insatiable, but I no longer wanted an appetizer. I wanted the main course.

I relaxed as Sawyer licked me, my breathing rapidly increasing.

“Babe, I’m ready. Please. Don’t make me wait.”

A wicked smile graced his face.

I took another deep breath. After years of waiting and wondering when I would lose my virginity, and who I would lose it to, the time had finally come. But I wasn’t scared like I thought I would be or nervous like I’d been that night in San Francisco. I was thrilled—I couldn’t wait.

He rolled the condom onto his delicious cock.

He pressed his chest into mine and stared into my eyes. One more sweet kiss on my lips, and then he slowly entered me.