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Chapter Twenty-Three
AJ
It’s hard to think when his hands are in my hair and he kisses me like I’m oxygen and he’s a drowning man.
Sawyer turns and gently lays me down on the mattress. The weight and hard planes of his body are enough to send my already-sensitive skin straight into melting-from-my-body territory. He moves his lips down my neck, his big hands gentle as he cups my breast and massages my nipple through my clothes. They’re standing at complete attention, two tight little buds eager for his mouth.
He moves his hand beneath my shirt, gently pushing it upward as he goes. The air is cool against my flushed skin, but it’s a welcomed sensation, much like the ones I’m feeling as his rough thumb slips beneath the lace of my bra and teases my nipple.
“Do you know what I missed?” he says, as he continues to expertly play my body like a guitar.
Again, I mewl.
“That. That right there,” he says, sliding down my body just a bit. “I missed the sounds you make when my hands and mouth are on your body. The noises you make when I’m filling your sweet pussy kept me awake well into the early morning every night I was without you,” he says right before his warm mouth latches on to one nipple. I practically jackknife off the bed. Well, I would have if it weren’t for his body covering mine.
“I couldn’t sleep either,” I confess as his tongue swirls and licks through the lace.
“Did you touch yourself?” he asks before switching to my other breast.
“Yes. So much. Even though I was hurt, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I say, triggering a deep, masculine groan that fills the room. The vibrations against my nipple cause my core to clench.
“Fuck, Alison, I wish I could have been there. I want to watch you pleasure yourself,” he declares. Sawyer trails open-mouthed kisses down my stomach. When he reaches my shorts, he swiftly unbuttons the material and opens it wide. My thighs fall open farther, his body positioned between them. “I’m going to taste you.”
I try to let him know that I whole-heartedly approve of this plan, but it comes out as a weird series of noises that sound like E.T. If Sawyer heard my weirdness, he doesn’t comment. Instead, he slips my shorts down my legs, taking my panties with them, and returns to where his mouth is directly above me. My body is pulsing, my core flooded with wetness that’s just for him.
The slow swipe of his tongue against my swollen flesh is magical, maniacal, and mesmeric, all at the same time. It’s like paradise colliding with a brewing storm. Thunder touches deep in my soul and sets my world on fire, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.
But it doesn’t take long before his mouth has me there, ready to fly over the edge of bliss. My body is coiled tight like a rattlesnake, my muscles pulsing. The feel of his tongue swirling around on my clit, flicking it repeatedly with pressure, and then finally sucking it into his mouth, is almost too much. He repeats this process once more, my orgasm barreling down on me with full force. It sweeps through my blood and washes over me as his name spills from my lips.
Giving me no time to recover, he’s naked and has a condom in place before I can even open my heavy eyes. But what I see before me wakes my weary body and fuels the feelings I’ve developed for him. He’s gloriously hard (yeah, that too) everywhere, his body a work of art, but it’s his eyes that draw my attention. They’re a burning blue fire mixed with something softer, something true. Something real. Like I asked him to always be.
Something that looks like love.
But I won’t go there, not now. Definitely not now. Not with this gorgeous man ready to pounce, the look in his eyes promising more pleasure than I could ever imagine.
My breath hitches as he comes down on top of me. My legs wrap around his waist, his hands running down the smooth outside of my thigh. His cock nudges at my opening, ready and eager. I link my arms around his neck, my hands sliding into his dark hair as his mouth meets mine in a possessive kiss.
He keeps one hand on my hip and the other holding my hair as he maneuvers enough to slide inside me. It’s like heaven, a homecoming of two souls who were lost. Before him, there was sex. With him, there’s magic. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, but knew existed. It just took me a while to find him.
Sawyer moves my hands above my head, never once breaking his slow pace. His hands trace the insides of my arms before entwining his fingers with mine. Only then do his thrusts become more. Harder, deeper he pushes into me, our hands grasping at each other as if the other was an anchor. My lips are swollen, wet, and eager as he makes love to my mouth with the same tenderness and precision he does to my body.
And that’s what this is.
I know it.
My internal muscles start to tighten, gripping around his cock, begging for more. I can tell he’s getting close too as he gasps and grunts with each flutter of muscle around him. I feel his eyes on me along with his lips. When I open my eyes, the look he wears leaves me breathless and teary. It’s powerful, this connection and the emotions rolling through me, and I can tell it’s the same for him.
Sawyer hits that spot deep inside of me that makes my eyes cross and my heart stop beating. He slides his cock against it twice more, each time driving me closer to release. The next time, I let go, flying into the bright white light of bliss, grounded by his lips on mine and our tangled fingers. He goes quickly, following me over the edge, coming hard inside me. It’s my name that slips from his lips like a plea and a hymn.
Neither of us moves. His lips trace mine, our breathing twisted together like our bodies. I want to stay here, just like this forever. No one else in the world. Just him and me and the love we make with our bodies. It’s crazy, probably too soon by many standards, but I don’t care. It’s real. It’s true.
I’m falling in love with him.
* * *
Apparently, there are many opportunities to steal secret kisses throughout the day at a junior high, which should probably concern me a little, considering we deal with horny pubescent teenagers all day long. Nevertheless, Thursday and Friday are filled with random visits between class periods and lunch together in the teachers’ lounge. Apparently, when Sawyer Randall calls someone his girlfriend, he goes all in. Well, you know…considering the location.
It’s Friday evening and we’re at his place, waiting on his brother to arrive. To say I’m nervous to meet someone from his family is an understatement. Outside of high school, I’ve never met the man I’m seeing’s family before, so this is entirely new terrain for me. I think Sawyer has sensed my anxiety too, because he keeps wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug and whispers dirty things in my ear.
