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“So good... feels so good... oh, god, yes Sawyer...” Her body undulates like a wave, passion finally overtaking her and turning her into something feral. A look up at her reveals a woman drowning in lust: eyes closed, mouth hanging open, her head rolling back and forth while one guttural moan after another fills the air.
I had no idea until now that's exactly what I want, what I need. It leaves me sucking harder, following her commands, eager to please her. Desperate to tease out an orgasm—one of many I plan to give her.
“Sawyer... Sawyer, yes... make me come... I'm going to...!” And then she comes undone, her hips jerking upward, thighs closing tight around my head, blocking out everything but the sound of blood rushing in my ears as she rides the wave before eventually crashing down, breathless, trembling.
I knew it would be good. I never imagined it would be this good. That I would feel this powerful, this triumphant as I raise my head.
Or that she would immediately sit up, her greedy hands plucking at my clothes in a frenzied effort to strip me down. There’s no holding back a surprised laugh at her eagerness, but then I’m eager, too. Especially once I pull the polo over my head and her electric touch against my bare skin sends a jolt of pure pleasure racing through me.
Somehow I manage to lower the zipper at the back of her dress and she lets it fall away from her upper body, revealing a pair of creamy breasts that almost overflow their bra cups with every deep, ragged breath. Her head falls back when I bury my face between them, lapping at her skin, working my tongue beneath the satin to swipe it across her nipples.
She reaches behind her to unclasp the hooks, leaving me to feast on her bare flesh until she falls against me, knocking me on my back so she can straddle my hips.
Our eyes meet an instant before she lifts the dress over her head and tosses it aside along with the elastic holding her hair back. The sight of her takes my breath away—she’s a goddess, nothing short of that, and the hunger blazing in her hazel eyes tells me we are far from finished with what we started.
She falls forward, palms against my chest, and practically devours my mouth while grinding against my painfully erect dick. I manage to work the belt and zipper, shoving the khakis down along with my shorts and finally springing free.
“Do you have protection?” she whispers between kisses against my chest, my abs, while her hands roam every bare inch of skin. It takes a little work now that nearly all the blood in my head has rushed south, but I manage to fish my wallet out of my pants to remove the condom tucked inside.
Her hands shake as she unrolls the latex down my thick shaft, and once it’s ready she hovers over me, prepared to direct me to her quivering entrance. It never occurs to me to take control. I’d rather watch her take what she needs. It’s a thrill I’ve never known and I want to savor every moment of it.
We both groan when she lowers herself, allowing me inside her tight heat. “Fuck…” she sighs, her eyes closing, her head falling back, while all I can do is grit my teeth and hang on because there’s nothing I want more than to let go once her still fluttering muscles begin massaging me.
“Ride me.” With a growl, I take hold of her hips, digging my fingers into her firm flesh before she begins rocking back and forth. Every downstroke leaves her grinding against my base, her soft cries of pleasure getting louder, louder.
“Oh, my God… so big…” she whines, bracing her palms against my chest before quickening her pace.
“Take what you want,” I growl through gritted teeth. “Fuck me. Make yourself come on my cock, baby.”
“Sawyer…!” Her muscles begin tightening, gripping me until I see stars. The familiar tingle begins at the base of my spine and I know I can’t hold on much longer. When she cries out once more, loud and throaty, tightness turns to the fluttering and massaging of her muscles drawing me deeper, milking my shaft until I have no choice but to explode in a rush of release.
By the time I come to, when the ringing in my ears subsides and reality comes drifting back through the fading haze, her body is stretched out across mine—and she’s softly chuckling.
“If I thought it would be that good,” she whispers, “we would’ve done that before now.”
“We clearly have a lot of lost time to make up for.” And as far as I’m concerned, we have all night.
Hell, we have the rest of our lives.
