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away with faking it. It didn’t matter. Neither were options for her. He moved faster, and her head flew back against the pillow as an unfamiliar sensation rumbled through her. Her pussy clamped down once more, harder this time, and it held. She screamed, her fingers gripping the straps at her wrists, needing something to hold her to the planet. She was flying apart. Bright, white lights flashed behind her closed eyelids as sharp pricks of lightning struck her.
Sawyer held still throughout her orgasm and when she finally found the strength to open her eyes, she found his gaze on her face.
“Jesus. That was incredible,” he murmured.
She cried out, her body shuddering when he pulled out. “Wait…you didn’t—”
He flipped her as if she weighed no more than a rag doll, the ties on her wrists twisting easily. She was certainly boneless enough to play that part.
“Let me worry about myself, Leah. Do that again.” He lifted her hips and drilled to the hilt from behind. Within three thrusts, she was facing the pinnacle once more. His hand wrapped around her waist, pressing firmly against her clit, rubbing it until her toes tingled.
“Again, God dammit.” His harsh command was all she needed as she plunged from the cliff into the abyss. She trembled, biting the pillow beneath her as the earth-shaking spasms racked her body. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. She’d never get enough of Sawyer, of this.
Exhaustion claimed her as she fell face-first into the pillow, gasping for breath, but Sawyer offered her no surcease.
He pulled out again and turned her to her back. She whimpered at the movement, her body ultra-sensitive to every touch.
“Together,” he whispered as he slowly reentered her quivering cunt. Leah gave herself up to his warm embrace.
He rocked inside her almost gently. She was overwhelmed by the care behind his actions. He kissed her, slowly showing her exactly how much he had to offer. While he would rock her world with the pain, the intensity, the forbidden, he could also take her to the same plateau with soft touches and tender kisses.
The crush she’d harbored for Sawyer for years made the transformation into something deeper and infinitely more dangerous.
She was falling for Sawyer Compton.
That realization jarred her harder than any wicked demand Sawyer might make, and her climax blossomed. The impact was softer, but no less powerful. She shuddered, refusing to close her eyes. Sawyer was with her, and she studied his face as he let go of his own hard-earned control.
She wasn’t disappointed when his eyes drifted shut and his strong body trembled. A long stream of babbling fell from his lips as his hips jarred against hers of their own volition.
“Jesus. Leah. So. Fucking. Good. My rose.”
She wrapped herself up in his praise and committed his face—in this moment—to memory. She suspected she wouldn’t have any trouble bringing herself to orgasm with her vibrator when she returned home alone. She’d only have to close her eyes and imagine Sawyer’s handsome face, his powerful voice and she’d be there.
She’d had an orgasm. She’d done it. Leah struggled to wrap her head around the realization, the relief that she’d finally been able to come. She’d honestly believed she was broken. Sawyer had set that fear to rest with his patience and his skill. Unlike past lovers, he hadn’t written her off, assuming since her needs couldn’t be met, he didn’t need to make the attempt. He’d given her a wonderful gift.
He’d broken down a barrier inside her tonight, and he was well on his way to demolishing a few more. She should try to regain some sort of foothold, but she couldn’t summon the energy to make the attempt.
She was too content in the here and now. She’d worry about the rest once the party was over.
Sawyer untied her hands. She tugged them down, trying to hide her wince of pain. She shouldn’t have wasted the effort. Sawyer was too
Sawyer held still throughout her orgasm and when she finally found the strength to open her eyes, she found his gaze on her face.
“Jesus. That was incredible,” he murmured.
She cried out, her body shuddering when he pulled out. “Wait…you didn’t—”
He flipped her as if she weighed no more than a rag doll, the ties on her wrists twisting easily. She was certainly boneless enough to play that part.
“Let me worry about myself, Leah. Do that again.” He lifted her hips and drilled to the hilt from behind. Within three thrusts, she was facing the pinnacle once more. His hand wrapped around her waist, pressing firmly against her clit, rubbing it until her toes tingled.
“Again, God dammit.” His harsh command was all she needed as she plunged from the cliff into the abyss. She trembled, biting the pillow beneath her as the earth-shaking spasms racked her body. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. She’d never get enough of Sawyer, of this.
Exhaustion claimed her as she fell face-first into the pillow, gasping for breath, but Sawyer offered her no surcease.
He pulled out again and turned her to her back. She whimpered at the movement, her body ultra-sensitive to every touch.
“Together,” he whispered as he slowly reentered her quivering cunt. Leah gave herself up to his warm embrace.
He rocked inside her almost gently. She was overwhelmed by the care behind his actions. He kissed her, slowly showing her exactly how much he had to offer. While he would rock her world with the pain, the intensity, the forbidden, he could also take her to the same plateau with soft touches and tender kisses.
The crush she’d harbored for Sawyer for years made the transformation into something deeper and infinitely more dangerous.
She was falling for Sawyer Compton.
That realization jarred her harder than any wicked demand Sawyer might make, and her climax blossomed. The impact was softer, but no less powerful. She shuddered, refusing to close her eyes. Sawyer was with her, and she studied his face as he let go of his own hard-earned control.
She wasn’t disappointed when his eyes drifted shut and his strong body trembled. A long stream of babbling fell from his lips as his hips jarred against hers of their own volition.
“Jesus. Leah. So. Fucking. Good. My rose.”
She wrapped herself up in his praise and committed his face—in this moment—to memory. She suspected she wouldn’t have any trouble bringing herself to orgasm with her vibrator when she returned home alone. She’d only have to close her eyes and imagine Sawyer’s handsome face, his powerful voice and she’d be there.
She’d had an orgasm. She’d done it. Leah struggled to wrap her head around the realization, the relief that she’d finally been able to come. She’d honestly believed she was broken. Sawyer had set that fear to rest with his patience and his skill. Unlike past lovers, he hadn’t written her off, assuming since her needs couldn’t be met, he didn’t need to make the attempt. He’d given her a wonderful gift.
He’d broken down a barrier inside her tonight, and he was well on his way to demolishing a few more. She should try to regain some sort of foothold, but she couldn’t summon the energy to make the attempt.
She was too content in the here and now. She’d worry about the rest once the party was over.
Sawyer untied her hands. She tugged them down, trying to hide her wince of pain. She shouldn’t have wasted the effort. Sawyer was too
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