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“I know it does, baby,” Sawyer returned. The fingers of his free hand were stroking the back of my neck. That part of my body was the only thing that didn’t hurt.
It seemed to take forever for my hand to follow my brain’s command to move. I cried out when my fingers brushed my overly sensitive cock through my briefs. I sucked in a breath, then another. Sawyer’s fingers were still moving over the back of my neck, so I focused on them and patterned my own fingers after his. Sawyer must have suspected what I was doing because his fingers began to change their rhythm. Sometimes his touch was firmer, other times it was whisper soft. Mimicking his rhythm helped me feel more in control, which made it a hell of a lot easier to breathe.
It was likely only a minute later that I felt cool air waft over my fingers and dick as well as my ass. I realized Sawyer was carefully using his available hand to push my briefs down, freeing my cock. I groaned when my flesh bounced against my abdomen. I instinctively closed my fingers around the throbbing shaft.
“So beautiful,” Sawyer whispered against my lips. Knowing that he was watching everything I was doing was no longer an impairment. I slid my hand up and down my cock once, keeping the grip loose.
“Oh God,” I cried because even the minimal contact felt so fucking good.
From there, my body took over and my brain clicked off. I dropped my mouth to cover Sawyer’s as I began grinding my hips against his. I fucked my hand like it was Sawyer’s gorgeous body. I wanted to tell him how beautiful he was. I wanted to tell him how alive he made me feel.
But I couldn’t form any words. My body was spiraling so quickly toward that precipice that I couldn’t do anything but feel.
I grunted against Sawyer’s neck and drowned in his praise, like how he couldn’t wait to feel me inside of him next time, how he wanted me to come all over his body.
The images his words evoked had me climbing higher and higher. It was simultaneously too much too fast and not enough.
“Sawyer?” I whispered brokenly as I lost my way.
“Let go, baby,” Sawyer responded, his mouth pressed against my ear. “I’ve got you.”
The words pushed me over the edge into a violently exquisite release that had me crying out in pleasure.
“Oh God, fuck,” I ground out as I shot cum on Sawyer’s chest, then his stomach. At some point he’d pushed his own briefs down, so my spunk dripped onto his pulsing dick. I wanted to take him over the edge with me, but it was far too late. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me and I lost the ability to brace my own weight. My hand was stuck between Sawyer’s body and mine.
As my orgasm crested, Sawyer’s lips searched out mine and then his hand joined my own. I felt him begin to jerk himself off. The knowledge that he was using my cum to help him find his own release sent one aftershock after another through my body. Sawyer consumed my mouth as he fisted himself and pumped his hips against mine. I managed to push his hand away and took over. I swallowed his cries of pleasure when he came just moments later. His hot juices coated my hand and stomach. I managed to draw out his orgasm as I made love to his mouth, and then it was like every part of my body went on strike at the same time.
I collapsed on top of Sawyer completely. He continued to jerk beneath me now and then, but my body was spent so I could only lie there and listen to his little moans of pleasure. When it was all over, we just lay there, our bodies tangled together. I couldn’t even muster the energy to worry about Sawyer possibly feeling my stumps.
I was so exhausted that I barely noticed when Sawyer rolled our bodies so that I was lying beneath him. I managed to open my eyes long enough to watch Sawyer climbing to his feet.
“Not yet,” I mumbled. My dazed brain and orgasm-drained body couldn’t get on the same page as I tried to reach for him.
“I’ll be right back,” Sawyer said. His voice sounded strange, but I didn’t know why I thought that.
He was back within a handful of seconds, a wet washcloth in hand. I wanted to protest as he cleaned our mixed cum off of me, but when Sawyer dropped his mouth to mine and whispered, “Close your eyes, sweetheart” before kissing me softly, I was a goner.
I fell asleep to his tender touch.
And woke up to a familiar reality.
Sawyer was gone and I was once again alone.
