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“Hold on to the tree, Birdie.”
“Yes,” she hissed. Her fingers bit into the bark behind her. “Oh my god,” she sighed as his tongue stroked her exactly where his fingers had just been. The tension inside her climbed as he rubbed back and forth, licking the hard bud and stroking her seam.
No one had ever made her feel like this. No one had ever made love to her like this. Was Sawyer going to ruin her for every other man?
She shuddered as he pushed fingers inside her like he had in her room yesterday.
“Come for me, baby.”
Simple words and nowhere near as dirty as she talked most nights, but it was all she needed. Her release hit her fast, rushing at her like a freight train. He stayed between her legs, stroking and licking until the last shudder left her body.
“Good girl. Now turn around and grip the trunk of the tree, Birdie.”
She did as he told her because she still couldn’t think clearly. In fact, it was amazing she was still standing, since her legs felt like the consistency of spaghetti.
“Condom?” She managed to find that word in her vocabulary.
“Yes.”
She gripped the trunk and inhaled. The earthy scent was all around her, but she could think of nothing but the expectation of Sawyer’s big cock sliding into her. She heard foil ripping, and felt him pressing at her entrance.
“Sawyer, I’ve… Steve was—”
“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” He leaned into her, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, and he was sliding inside her. Stretching her to take him.
He was so thick; she wasn’t sure she could take all of him, and then he was there, deep inside her and she’d never felt so consumed and possessed.
“So good,” he whispered into her ear. “You feel so good. Tell me you’re okay, Birdie.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “So okay.”
He withdrew and thrust back into her, and they both moaned. Birdie pushed her ass back into him, and he gripped it with both hands before impaling her again and again.
She was desperate to experience that rush of pleasure he’d already given her once more, but this was different. More intense, more of everything.
“Fuck,” he growled low in his throat. “Now, Birdie.”
His finger reached around her and then he was stroking her, sending her rushing headlong into another climax. Her inner walls gripped around him as the orgasm hit her. Three thrusts later, he followed her.
His big body slumped into hers, pressing her into the rough bark of the trunk. Birdie didn’t care. Breathless, she closed her eyes.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
He eased off her, and she heard him zipping himself back into his trousers. He then turned her. His face looked almost savage out here, surrounded by nature. Chest bare, eyes studying her intently.
“I’ve got it.” She pushed his hands aside as he reached for her dress.
Birdie pulled it up and raised the zipper.
“Here.” He held out her panties, and she took them. “Birdie, what we just did—”
“Onetime thing,” she said, stepping one foot into a leg hole, which was difficult in wedges. The heel caught, and she pitched forward into his crotch.
“Fuck!” One large hand steadied her and the other cupped his groin.
“On my God, I’m so sorry!” she cried, pulling up her panties as he doubled over.
