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gave me a quiver of excitement to have him inside me again.
I slid over him as he opened his eyes and pulled me tighter on top of him. I wanted to set the pace. I angled myself in a way where he was stroking just the right place.
I sat up on top of Sawyer and he lay back. He reached up and palmed both of my breasts in his hands. I have never been a woman overly concerned about sex. It just was not that great with Chris. Fine, but not great. I had had other lovers, too few to mention, and they were all pleasant to okay.
This was different. Through Sawyer’s eyes, I felt beautiful, desired, watching me turned him on and that feeling was mutual.
I found myself moving faster on him, riding on top of a wave I had never experienced before. I needed our lips to be together. I rubbed my chin on his jaw, I pressed my lips to his, and the sensations I felt took over. I was no longer in control but rather wanting him to.
He knew what I wanted without me asking. He increased his intensity and shifted our positions. We were both sitting and connected. I gasped at how much this increased his penetration; it was too deep for me to hold back.
“Harder,” I begged him. He did. I could not maintain meeting him half way, he was too strong, too hard, and I fell back on the bed. Sawyer’s powerful thrusts laid me bare, helpless, and breathless. My climax started where we were connected and rolled through my body in hot waves. I grasped at the headboard, I writhed, and he touched a part of me that no one had before. A part of me that I had only seen in forgotten dreams. I could not stand it and wanted more at the same time.
I held on as Sawyer growled in my ear, “Jesus Bess, I can’t get enough of you. You feel so good.”
We did not let go or separate as we both tried to calm down. I could not, did not want to. I wanted to be wrapped up in him as long as possible. He traced the skin on my arm with his fingers. His hands lightly caressed my spine and I felt the downy hairs on my skin rise up as the cool air hit the sheen of sweat he caused. He wrapped me tighter his arms.
I was not going to think about the morning. Just the now. I felt every part of me quiver in release but also in anticipation. I wanted him again. But I knew I had to stop. Soon. Very soon.
We drifted off again and this time, I fell into a deep sleep. No feverish dreams were needed after the fevered reality I had just blissfully experienced.
Somewhere in the night, a crash woke us up.
I sat up and Sawyer pushed me down on the bed.
“You stay here and call 911 if you hear anything else that’s not right.” He was catlike in the way he had moved from the bed to sliding on his jeans. I struggled to keep up and find my robe. This was my house and I had taken care of it without a man around just fine.
“Stay here,” and he expected no argument.
“But...” He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face close to his.
“Quiet. I’ll be right back.” Then he pressed his cell phone to my hand and was out the door.
It was a torturous few seconds. I didn’t even hear his bare feet hit the wood floors. As he made his way to the front of the house.
However, an uncomfortable breeze was blowing into the bedroom. I had this place sealed up tight to save money and if there was a cold wind, it was not some draft. It was a window that broke; I didn’t have to be Detective Murray to deduce that.
My curiosity and patience wore out. I grabbed my robe, cinched it, and walked up my short hallway. The waft of cold air was stronger.
I was about to step into the great room when a pair of strong arms encircled me and scooped my legs up off the floor.
“What?”
“I told you to stay put, you’ll get hurt.” Sawyer had me in his arms.
“Put me down.”
“Not until you find some shoes. There’s glass everywhere.”
I looked and he was right, small shards had exploded into the room from the front bay window.
“What the hell is this?” Sawyer put me down
I slid over him as he opened his eyes and pulled me tighter on top of him. I wanted to set the pace. I angled myself in a way where he was stroking just the right place.
I sat up on top of Sawyer and he lay back. He reached up and palmed both of my breasts in his hands. I have never been a woman overly concerned about sex. It just was not that great with Chris. Fine, but not great. I had had other lovers, too few to mention, and they were all pleasant to okay.
This was different. Through Sawyer’s eyes, I felt beautiful, desired, watching me turned him on and that feeling was mutual.
I found myself moving faster on him, riding on top of a wave I had never experienced before. I needed our lips to be together. I rubbed my chin on his jaw, I pressed my lips to his, and the sensations I felt took over. I was no longer in control but rather wanting him to.
He knew what I wanted without me asking. He increased his intensity and shifted our positions. We were both sitting and connected. I gasped at how much this increased his penetration; it was too deep for me to hold back.
“Harder,” I begged him. He did. I could not maintain meeting him half way, he was too strong, too hard, and I fell back on the bed. Sawyer’s powerful thrusts laid me bare, helpless, and breathless. My climax started where we were connected and rolled through my body in hot waves. I grasped at the headboard, I writhed, and he touched a part of me that no one had before. A part of me that I had only seen in forgotten dreams. I could not stand it and wanted more at the same time.
I held on as Sawyer growled in my ear, “Jesus Bess, I can’t get enough of you. You feel so good.”
We did not let go or separate as we both tried to calm down. I could not, did not want to. I wanted to be wrapped up in him as long as possible. He traced the skin on my arm with his fingers. His hands lightly caressed my spine and I felt the downy hairs on my skin rise up as the cool air hit the sheen of sweat he caused. He wrapped me tighter his arms.
I was not going to think about the morning. Just the now. I felt every part of me quiver in release but also in anticipation. I wanted him again. But I knew I had to stop. Soon. Very soon.
We drifted off again and this time, I fell into a deep sleep. No feverish dreams were needed after the fevered reality I had just blissfully experienced.
Somewhere in the night, a crash woke us up.
I sat up and Sawyer pushed me down on the bed.
“You stay here and call 911 if you hear anything else that’s not right.” He was catlike in the way he had moved from the bed to sliding on his jeans. I struggled to keep up and find my robe. This was my house and I had taken care of it without a man around just fine.
“Stay here,” and he expected no argument.
“But...” He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face close to his.
“Quiet. I’ll be right back.” Then he pressed his cell phone to my hand and was out the door.
It was a torturous few seconds. I didn’t even hear his bare feet hit the wood floors. As he made his way to the front of the house.
However, an uncomfortable breeze was blowing into the bedroom. I had this place sealed up tight to save money and if there was a cold wind, it was not some draft. It was a window that broke; I didn’t have to be Detective Murray to deduce that.
My curiosity and patience wore out. I grabbed my robe, cinched it, and walked up my short hallway. The waft of cold air was stronger.
I was about to step into the great room when a pair of strong arms encircled me and scooped my legs up off the floor.
“What?”
“I told you to stay put, you’ll get hurt.” Sawyer had me in his arms.
“Put me down.”
“Not until you find some shoes. There’s glass everywhere.”
I looked and he was right, small shards had exploded into the room from the front bay window.
“What the hell is this?” Sawyer put me down
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