Filthy Secret

Then, his touch was gone. Before Jo could protest, though, Sawyer’s arms were around her. He pulled her to the bed, breaking her fall with his body before situating them both more fully on the mattress, his head on one pillow.

“That’s better.” He thrust against her, his boxer briefs the only barrier between them. He was hard and hot and, wow, okay, bigger than she’d realized, and a twinge of worry snuck in past all of her want, making her freeze.

Sawyer’s hands stilled on her hips. Ugh, of course he’d noticed. “What?”

“I still want this,” Jo assured him, because she really, really did. “It’s just been…a while.”

“A while,” he repeated.

Her face heated. Not in the good way. “A long while,” she admitted into the shadows. “And you’re, um…”

She gestured to the spot where his cock was currently pressed tightly against her body, and thank God, he connected the dots. “Jo.” He propped himself on one forearm, levering closer so he could meet her eyes. “For the record, I don’t do this all the time, either. As for the rest”-he shifted her forward a few inches, his mouth hitching into an infernally sexy smile

-“I’ve got you.”

Sawyer slid her farther up, so she was straddling his abdomen, and now Jo was the one connecting the dots. Her breath collapsed out of her in a pleasured “oh” as his destination became wildly clear, his hands guiding her hips over his chest.

“Do you have any idea how hot those little noises you make are?” he asked, his fingers moving to the back of her thighs. Jo’s inner muscles clenched at the closeness of his mouth, the heat of his breath so near to where she desperately wanted him, and all she could do was shake her head.

Sawyer was completely undeterred. “Let’s find out if you taste as sweet as you sound.”

He angled his shoulders beneath her, widening her thighs as he pulled her flush against his mouth, and oh, God, oh, GodohGodohGod. Pleasure shot through her, knotting her throat and turning her breath into gasps. He moved slowly, but with intention, exploring her pussy with his lips and tongue as his hands held her steady in front of him. Somewhere, in a dim passageway of her brain, Jo realized maybe she should feel vulnerable. After all, she was straddling Sawyer’s face, and-oh, oh, oh, that was so fucking good-making all sorts of needy, greedy noises as he laid her bare with his mouth. But then he moaned in response, making Jo realize that he was just as turned on as she was, and she rocked against him, guiding his tongue right over her clit.

Sawyer’s fingers tightened, slipping around to cup her ass and hold her close. Sparks burst under her skin, in the pit of her belly, all the way in her toes, but she didn’t stop. She gripped the headboard in front of her, steadying her pace so she could chase the orgasm beckoning from the spot deep between her thighs, where she wanted…she wanted…

Jo went utterly still for just a beat, hanging in the space between need and sweet release. Then her orgasm smashed into her, her pussy pulsating against Sawyer’s wicked, unrelenting tongue. He wrung every moan and please and call to God out of her before easing his grip on her hips, gently maneuvering her beside him on the mattress.

“Even sweeter,” Sawyer said. He proceeded to repeat the process with his fingers, slowly finding every spot that rebuilt her need. Somewhere along the way, she tugged his boxer briefs to the floor, stroking his cock in return, until finally, she was certain she’d die if he wasn’t inside of her.

“Sawyer,” Jo whispered. She spared only a brief second to grab a condom from the nightstand drawer, then moved back to the center of the bed.

He took the condom from her, getting it safely into place, then settling himself between her parted knees. Anticipation trembled through her, doubling when he slid his rock-hard cock over her waiting body. He lingered on her clit for just a beat, driving her need to a fever pitch before pressing slowly into her pussy.

“Oh, fuck, Jo.” He retreated, then nudged farther inside, seating himself more fully. The pressure made her gasp, but she was so slick with arousal, so full of need, that all she wanted was more.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please don’t hold back.”

For just a second, the words hung between them, reverent.

Then Sawyer gave her exactly what she’d asked for. He began to fuck her in hard, even strokes, filling her over and over. Her body lit up, the pleasure of watching him take what he wanted giving her a bolt of wild satisfaction. She was making him moan. The focus in his gaze as he watched his cock disappear into her pussy, the sheer pleasure that replaced it when she cried out, all of it made Jo reckless with the need to make him come. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she changed the angle of his thrusting, guiding him even deeper.

“You feel so fucking good on my cock,” he whispered. Although the words tempted Jo to feel a naughty thrill, the look on his face was almost vulnerable, making something break loose in her chest.

“Please, Sawyer,” she whispered back. “Take what you need.”

He didn’t hesitate. His motions grew more purposeful, then faster. Jo kept time with him the whole way, her own pleasure racing through her as his grew. His eyes squeezed shut, his breath coming in harsh gasps as his movements grew less controlled. He filled her entirely with one last thrust, his body going bowstring tight for a long moment before beginning to loosen. Jo unwound her legs from his waist, but held Sawyer close as his breathing slowed. After a few minutes, he disentangled their limbs just long enough to deal with the condom, then returned to the bed.

Jo waited for the post-coital awkwardness to descend and trash the moment. But then, Sawyer pulled her in, tucking her head to his shoulder and kissing the top of her head as he simply held her, and instead, she just felt blissfully, weightlessly good in his arms.