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“No, no.” She shook her head, sending her curls flying. “It’s amazing. It just feels like I need less. Or more. Or…” She let out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know.”
Sawyer relaxed and resumed his lazy strokes in and out of her pussy, surprised to find that touching Mia like this was more of a rush than any sexual interaction in recent memory. “Don’t worry. I’m going to give you everything you need.” He withdrew his fingers and reached for the top of her panties, stripping them down her legs and tossing them to the floor before bringing his palms to her thighs and urging them wide.
Wide, wider, until she was bare to his gaze and Sawyer forgot how to breathe.
Damn, she was beautiful, like a desert flower opening after the rain, lush and gorgeous and so sweet he wanted to drown in her. He wanted to taste every slick fold, tease his tongue through every inch of swollen flesh until she shattered.
With a sigh of anticipation, Sawyer lowered his mouth between her legs. For a moment, Mia’s thigh muscles tightened beneath his palms, but then his tongue found the swollen pink button at the top of her, and she relaxed with a ragged sigh. Sawyer took advantage of the moment to urge her legs further apart, spreading her wide, baring her to his mouth before beginning to worship at the altar of the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen.
His tongue teased through her outer folds, up one side and down the other, licking and prodding, relishing the sweet, salty taste of her, moaning as more wetness rushed from her body as a reward for his efforts. He moved deeper, circling her inner folds, around and around, until Mia’s thighs trembled and her hips lifted toward his mouth. Only then, when she was bucking up into him, silently begging for more, did he plunge his tongue into her center.
He shoved as deep as he could go, until there was nothing but Mia’s taste, Mia’s breathy voice as she gasped in pleasure, Mia’s hands shaking as she ran her fingers across the back of his head.
“Oh, please,” she murmured, grinding into his mouth as he continued to drive in and out of her. “Yes, please, Sawyer. You feel so good.”
He would have told her that she felt like a revelation, tasted like heaven, and that he wanted to make her come more than he had wanted anything in years, but he was too busy for words, too focused on her pleasure to slow down for even a second.
Sawyer slid his palms beneath Mia’s bottom, tilting her hips, giving his tongue unimpeded access as he shifted his head and kissed her pussy the way he had kissed her mouth, with hungry swirls of his tongue and lips and teeth and every bit of passion he felt for this woman fueling him like kerosene on a campfire. He built her need, higher and higher, until her back arched and her thighs shook. But still, he didn’t grant her relief. He drove her relentlessly toward the edge until her breath came in desperate pants and he could tell she was seconds from tipping over.
When he heard her whimper—a pained, pleasured sound that begged for relief—he covered her clit with his mouth and suckled.
“Sawyer!” Mia cried out as she came, raking her nails across the back of his head, making Sawyer groan against her slick flesh. He loved the feel of her nails scoring his skin, the smell of her filling his head, the heat of her body flooding his mouth as he opened wider, lapping up her essence as he guided her gently back to earth. He made sure she was on the other side of the wave, before he pulled away and reached for the close of his jeans.
Breath harsh in his chest, he worked the top button free and drew the zipper down. He was so hard his cock strained painfully against the thin cotton of his briefs. He needed to get out of his clothes, and balls deep in Mia. He wanted to be inside her so badly that his hands shook as he stripped his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs. He was out of the last of his clothes in ten seconds, tossing them to the floor before surging forward, going eagerly into Mia’s outstretched arms.
“Yes,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around him, drawing him tight against her, until his pulsing length pressed against where she was so hot and wet that it took every bit of his willpower to maintain control.
“Yes, yes,” she repeated, kissing him as she rolled her hips, grinding her slick center against his cock. “I want you so much.”
“I’m dying to be inside you,” he said, blood spiking as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. “Damn, Mia, I love your pussy. You taste so fucking good.”
“Please, Sawyer.” She shifted her hips, trapping him more tightly against her, making his jaw clench. “Please. Make love to me.”
“Condom.” He pulled his hips away, depriving himself of the erotic friction that was already making his tip leak and his balls feel like they were going to explode. “I have one in my wallet, but it’s been in there a while. Do you have anything?”
She shook her head. “No, but I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.”
“Me, too. I was tested a few months ago,” Sawyer said, pulse racing as he smoothed her sweat-damp curls from her forehead, and braced his forearms on either side of her face. “I haven’t been with anyone since then so…forgive me if my stamina isn’t what it will be the second time around.”
Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, making Sawyer’s cock twitch against her sinfully soft thigh. “I don’t care. It’s fine.”
“But I’ll be up again in ten minutes,” he said, nervous now that they were so close. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman, but it had been even longer since he’d been with a woman who could make his stomach flip with just a wink or a smile. He wanted this to be good for Mia, to be perfect, but right now he was so fucking turned on he felt like he would be lucky to last five minutes.
“Please, Sawyer,” she said, rolling her hips, nudging the tip of his cock with her clit, summoning a moan from both of their throats. “Are we going to talk all night, or are we going to—”
Sawyer silenced her by positioning his cock at her entrance and driving home with one thrust.
A thrust he regretted when she cried out in pain, not pleasure, and Sawyer realized that Mia Sherman was an even bigger bundle of contradictions than he’d thought.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Sawyer stilled,his eyes widening as he stared down at her in silent confusion, but all Mia could think of was the hot knife of pain spreading through her abdomen. Turns out that whole “the first time hurts like a son of a bitch” thing, wasn’t an old wives’ tale, after all.
“Jesus, Mia,” Sawyer said, breath still coming faster, though he hadn’t moved an inch—in or out—since she’d cried out. “At least give a man a clue. I had no idea it was your first time.”
Mia tried to shrug, but it turned into a wince. “I didn’t want it to be a big deal, and I was sort of hoping the pain thing was an urban legend.”
Sawyer’s features softened. “An urban legend?”
