fingers thrust up into her, then a third, moving easily through her soaked, hot channel. She trembled everywhere, her body alight with pleasure and barrelling toward orgasm.
His mouth left her pussy for a moment, eyes locked on hers, chin glistening with her wetness. “Come for me. Come for me nice and hard.”
It didn’t take much prompting—she was right there, right on the verge, as his fingers pushed in and out of her and tongue returned to rake against her clit. She squeezed his hair, couldn’t stop herself, as her entire body contracted and she cried out. Bliss radiated in all directions, drove through her in waves and waves that felt like they’d never end. Her back arched, head slammed against the tree, and felt no pain, no discomfort—nothing but rapture as she came against his mouth and hand.
Her body threatened to topple over as the orgasm slowly ebbed, and her heart beat so hard she thought it was knocking against her ribcage. Just as she started to slide down the three, her knees giving out on her, Sawyer moved to brace her up again. He eased her panties and jeans back into place, buttoned them closed again, and pressed a brief, tender kiss to her hip before rising.
Bryar swiped sweat-damp hair at her forehead. The chilly autumn air brushed against her skin, making her nipples now painfully hard. “That was...yeah.” She blinked, unable to find words.
“Good?” he offered as he scooped up her T-shirt and handed it to her.
“Good. Yes. That’s one of but many words I’d use.” She fumbled her way into the T-shirt, some dirt and leaves falling from it. It might be on backwards. She didn’t care.
Sawyer wiped his chest off with his own T-shirt, rolled it into a ball, and then slipped the button down on over his naked torso before tucking himself back in his boxers and jeans. He retrieved her jacket for her as well. She should probably put her shoes on at some point but that would involve moving from her position slumped against the tree at her back and seemed like way too much effort.
“If you want to give me your phone, I’ll program my number into it?” he offered.
Shit. She didn’t even have a cell phone. “It’s, um, not on me. Give me yours anyway? I’ve got a good memory. Or I will. In a minute. When my head clears.”
He gave her a lopsided grin and went to slip his shoes and socks on.
She supposed that meant he wanted to see her again. Right? So it wasn’t entirely a one night stand-against-a-tree handjob kind of thing? She wasn’t even sure where he lived, if his sister’s place was even remotely in this area or if he’d be back again.
When she thought she could move again, Bryar found her sneakers and got them on, then at last her leather jacket. Her bra was still sticking out the sleeve, so she stuffed it in her pocket instead. Her brain seemed to be working again, so she had Sawyer give her his number, and repeated it back twice so she was sure it was locked in her memory. There was a pause of silence afterward, like maybe he expected hers in return, but she didn’t want him calling and getting the aunts. They’d just pester her with questions.
Besides, it wasn’t like she really thought he was going to call her.
Parting after what had just happened seemed odd, like she didn’t know what to say. Hey, thanks for the orgasm. Let’s do it again sometime. Instead she just stared at him, words caught in her throat, until he closed the distance between them and leaned down to kiss her.
Their lips pressed together said what she couldn’t on her own, the kiss long and passionate, leaving her breathless.
“I’ll see you,” she managed afterwards.
He raised his brows and quirked a grin. “I hope so.” Then after a brief kiss to her temple, he backed off and headed in the direction of the beach.
Bryar’s heart fluttering, she turned and swiftly headed along the trail home, practically skipping like a giddy school girl the whole way.
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His mouth left her pussy for a moment, eyes locked on hers, chin glistening with her wetness. “Come for me. Come for me nice and hard.”
It didn’t take much prompting—she was right there, right on the verge, as his fingers pushed in and out of her and tongue returned to rake against her clit. She squeezed his hair, couldn’t stop herself, as her entire body contracted and she cried out. Bliss radiated in all directions, drove through her in waves and waves that felt like they’d never end. Her back arched, head slammed against the tree, and felt no pain, no discomfort—nothing but rapture as she came against his mouth and hand.
Her body threatened to topple over as the orgasm slowly ebbed, and her heart beat so hard she thought it was knocking against her ribcage. Just as she started to slide down the three, her knees giving out on her, Sawyer moved to brace her up again. He eased her panties and jeans back into place, buttoned them closed again, and pressed a brief, tender kiss to her hip before rising.
Bryar swiped sweat-damp hair at her forehead. The chilly autumn air brushed against her skin, making her nipples now painfully hard. “That was...yeah.” She blinked, unable to find words.
“Good?” he offered as he scooped up her T-shirt and handed it to her.
“Good. Yes. That’s one of but many words I’d use.” She fumbled her way into the T-shirt, some dirt and leaves falling from it. It might be on backwards. She didn’t care.
Sawyer wiped his chest off with his own T-shirt, rolled it into a ball, and then slipped the button down on over his naked torso before tucking himself back in his boxers and jeans. He retrieved her jacket for her as well. She should probably put her shoes on at some point but that would involve moving from her position slumped against the tree at her back and seemed like way too much effort.
“If you want to give me your phone, I’ll program my number into it?” he offered.
Shit. She didn’t even have a cell phone. “It’s, um, not on me. Give me yours anyway? I’ve got a good memory. Or I will. In a minute. When my head clears.”
He gave her a lopsided grin and went to slip his shoes and socks on.
She supposed that meant he wanted to see her again. Right? So it wasn’t entirely a one night stand-against-a-tree handjob kind of thing? She wasn’t even sure where he lived, if his sister’s place was even remotely in this area or if he’d be back again.
When she thought she could move again, Bryar found her sneakers and got them on, then at last her leather jacket. Her bra was still sticking out the sleeve, so she stuffed it in her pocket instead. Her brain seemed to be working again, so she had Sawyer give her his number, and repeated it back twice so she was sure it was locked in her memory. There was a pause of silence afterward, like maybe he expected hers in return, but she didn’t want him calling and getting the aunts. They’d just pester her with questions.
Besides, it wasn’t like she really thought he was going to call her.
Parting after what had just happened seemed odd, like she didn’t know what to say. Hey, thanks for the orgasm. Let’s do it again sometime. Instead she just stared at him, words caught in her throat, until he closed the distance between them and leaned down to kiss her.
Their lips pressed together said what she couldn’t on her own, the kiss long and passionate, leaving her breathless.
“I’ll see you,” she managed afterwards.
He raised his brows and quirked a grin. “I hope so.” Then after a brief kiss to her temple, he backed off and headed in the direction of the beach.
Bryar’s heart fluttering, she turned and swiftly headed along the trail home, practically skipping like a giddy school girl the whole way.
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