Page 80 of Never Let Me Go

I nod, only able to focus on his words for a second. “Okay.”

“Are you mine?”

I smile. “Yes.”

He hums his approval and bends down to flick his tongue over my nipple. I gasp, threading my fingers through his hair as he increases the pressure of his fingers.

“Do you ever want to be without me?” he asks, his breath warming my skin and I shudder as I shake my head.

“No.”

Two fingers slip inside me while his thumb presses against my clit and I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut and clinging to him as an orgasm builds inside me.

“Will you move in with me?”

My eyes snap open. “What?”

Pulling away, his fingers slip out of me and my body screams for release as I stare up at him and try to wrap my mind around what he just asked me. He frames my shoulders between his arms and leans down to press his lips to mine.

“Move in with me.”

It’s more of a demand than a question and I tilt my head to the side as I study him. “We haven’t known each other for that long…”

“So? I want you in my life, every single day and besides, tell me it makes sense for you to sign a lease or buy an apartment when you’re just going to be living with me in a month or three or whatever is an acceptable timeline for the world.”

I purse my lips. “I suppose you have a point.”

“I do have a point,” he agrees, his smile bright as he sits back and drags his fingers down my thigh. “Now, tell me you’ll move in with me.”

“You’re very demanding.”

“I know.” He nods and I sigh as I study him for a moment before giving in.

“Okay. I’ll move in with you.”

His eyes light up as he leans over me again and slips his hand between my thighs, teasing my clit for a second before driving two fingers into me and pressing his thumb to my clit.

“Sawyer,” I cry out as my body comes alive with pleasure and I whine, begging whatever God can hear me that he doesn’t stop again.

“You want to come, baby?”

I nod. “Yes… please!”

He groans and shoves his hand behind my neck, gripping it as he begins fucking me with his fingers, hard and fast. Pressure builds in my belly, begging for release as I writhe beneath him, unable to control myself. He curls his fingers, hitting my g-spot and I cry out.

“Shh,” he whispers, a proud grin on his face as he slams his lips to mine and mimics the motion of his fingers with his tongue. He curls his fingers again and my body explodes, my internal muscles clamping down on his fingers as waves of pleasure rack my body and I scream into his kiss. As he pulls away from my lips, he releases my neck and slowly massages my core as shudders, almost like the aftershocks of a earthquake, tear through my body.

“Oh… my… God,” I whisper, shaking my head back and forth with my eyes closed. He laughs.

“Fuck. Watching you come apart for me is almost better than getting off myself… almost!”

Sighing, I open my eyes, still shaking my head. “I have never felt anything like that.”

“That you can remember.”

“No,” I shoot back. “If I had experienced anything like that before, I would remember it.”

He smiles and lays down beside me, dragging his fingertips lightly across my stomach. I’m relieved to see that my lack of memories isn’t bothering him anymore and that it’s something we can joke about.