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“Get the condom out of my wallet, Birdie.”
She bent to pick up his jeans, and he ran hands over her ass. He leaned forward to place a kiss on a soft, round cheek. She squeaked and straightened.
“You started it, baby.”
She fumbled her way through, ripping the foil package. Then she looked at him. Sawyer lay back, bracing himself on his arms and waiting to see what she’d do.
She looked from his face to his cock. Birdie moved back between his legs and rolled the condom on. His teeth gritted at the feel of her stroking the latex down his hard length.
Her eyes locked on his again. She placed first one knee and then the next beside his hips. When her tits were within reach, he leaned forward as she rose to take him deep inside and bit gently on her nipple.
Birdie made a sound in her throat that had him arching up into her as she came down.
“Fuck,” Sawyer growled.
“Yes,” Birdie moaned.
Sawyer eased back from her breast and gripped her hips.
“Ride me, baby.”
She did. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she rose and fell, picking up the rhythm as the tension inside them grew.
“So good,” she chanted over and over.
That was a fucking understatement, as far as Sawyer was concerned. It was heaven having her ride him. He cupped her breasts, stroking her hard nipples.
He rolled, putting her beneath him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, deepening the contact. “Come for me now,” he demanded.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped back.
“Now, Birdie.” Sawyer growled.
He drove into her harder. The sound of their skin connecting filled the air. Four thrusts later, she shrieked his name and came apart. He joined her, coming harder and longer than he’d ever come before.
Sawyer slumped over her. Her heart thudded hard, matching his.
Last time had blown his mind, but this time, in her bed, was that and more.
Sawyer rolled when he could breathe, because he was squashing her. He hadn’t even realized he’d taken her with him until she laid her back to his front in his arms.
“Did I hurt you?” He’d been rough, lost control… almost. He never lost control.
“No. Did I hurt you?”
“As if you could,” he said.
He felt her hand pat the one he had on her stomach. Sawyer’s fingers could span her belly.
“Do you eat enough?”
She yawned. “What’s your favorite color, Sawyer?”
“Black.”
She giggled. “No, it’s not.”
“Blue.” He pushed his face into her soft hair and inhaled.
