Page 82 of Heartsmashed
“More,” Sawyer said, his ass clenching and strangling my cock.
I almost lost it then, had to slam my eyes shut to block out the picture he made and breathe through the overwhelming need to come inside him.
Not yet. Soon.
When I had a hold of myself again, I pressed a final kiss to his back and straightened, moving my hands to his hips so I could control the pace.
I drew out of him slowly, to the tip, and then pushed back inside.
Then again. And again.Faster and deeper, savoring every slide, every soft grunt he made. The way his fingers curled into the sheets, the sheen of sweat that covered his back. The musclesin his ass contracting, his tight hole eager to take all of me over and over, driving me out of my mind.
“Oh God…Becks…” Sawyer reached for his cock, giving himself a few strokes as he held himself up on one trembling arm.
“On your stomach,” I said, waiting until he’d dropped down to wrap one arm around a pillow, his other hand still between his legs.
I ran my palm up his spine, his ass canted in the air, and thrust inside him again. His position changed the angle, and God, he feltsogood. I could live here, happily, for the rest of my life.
With that thought, I felt it—the climax that threatened, my body begging for release inside Sawyer’s beautiful body.
“Shit, I—” My words cut off as I stopped moving, still deep inside him, but Sawyer was intent on killing me.
“Give it to me,” he said, driving back on me hard, letting go of his dick to reach behind him for my hip, holding me tight to him. “I want it. I’m so close…”
That was all the permission I needed, and I began to drive inside him again at a relentless pace. He met me every time, our breathing syncing, movements becoming erratic as we barreled toward our releases.
His body seized up first, and it was the groan of ecstasy he made that set me off, my climax detonating deep inside him.
“Oh my God, Becks,” I heard him say, though the ringing in my ears muffled it.
Sawyer’s name fell from my lips like a prayer as I rode us through it, bodies slick with sweat, coming down from the heat of the moment.
When my hips stilled, I dropped my forehead onto his back, sucking in a deep breath. “Fuck.”
A low chuckle came from beneath me as Sawyer looked at me over his shoulder. “Fuckis right. Wow.”
I pressed a kiss to his back and lifted up, reluctantly pulling out of him.
Jesus.Skin flushed, body satiated… Sawyer looked even sexier after that epic orgasm, and it was all I could do to walk away from him, even for only a few seconds.
Heading to the bathroom, I removed the condom, tying it off and cleaning up quickly before returning with a towel and wet washcloth.
Sawyer was already on his back, chest rising and falling as he came down from the high, watching me as I rounded the bed. He held his hand out, reaching for the washcloth, but if he thought I wasn’t using every opportunity to touch and take care of him, he was out of his mind.I ran the wet cloth down his body, and surprise flitted through his expression before he dropped his arm back to the mattress.
I cleaned him off, slowly and thoroughly, taking my time and learning the lines of his body, every freckle and tattoo—filing it away for later, when words were a thing again.
Sawyer stared at me in wonder and swallowed when I finished drying him off and pulled the top sheet, wet with his cum, off the bed. I started to stand again to leave the towels in the bathroom, but he caught my wrist, pulling me back to the bed. I dropped them and moved in beside him, back to where I wanted to be anyway.
Those dark eyes of his were dazed, his body relaxed against the pillows, and I couldn’t help but take a kiss. Softly. Almost sweetly now that the hunger phase had passed.
For now, all I wanted was the quiet that came after. The soft drag of his fingers along my ribs, the warmth of his body pressed into mine, and the way he looked at me like he was still trying tofigure out how we’d gotten here and whether he was allowed to believe it.
I didn’t know how to answer that question without making myself a liar all over again.
So I kissed his forehead. His temple. The corner of his mouth.We lay there, tangled up together. Sawyer didn’t say anything for a while, which was so rare that I almost had to check and make sure he was still conscious. But then his hand slid lazily over my stomach and settled there, possessive in a way I wasn’t sure he realized.
“That was…” He stopped, let out a low laugh, and tucked his face against my shoulder. “I don’t think my brain is working yet.”
“Same.” Mine wasn’t either, but for entirely different reasons.
