46. Sawyer

Chapter 46

Sawyer

Violet kisses me back like she’s been starving for it, like I’m her oasis in the desert. I step farther into the apartment, kicking the door closed with my foot and then spinning her to press her against it. I kiss her until we’re both breathless, and when we finally pause for a moment, we stand breathing heavily and staring at each other. Violet’s eyes are wide and full of surprise.

“You’re here,” she whispers, then laughs in disbelief.

I can’t find words, so I nod at her with my chest aching—but in a good way for the first time since she left. I kiss her again, unable to stop myself. I can’t stop kissing her, can’t keep my hands off her. Even though she’s right here in front of me, her body pressing into mine, I’m afraid that if I let her go she’ll disappear again.

Violet takes the lead, kissing me again hungrily and pulling at my clothes as if something soul-deep is driving her. Feeling her respond like this makes something primal in my brain take over, and I pull her shirt up over her head and toss it aside. She slips out of her bra quickly and lets it fall to the floor, exposing her perfect breasts.

My hands move to them automatically, gently squeezing them and stroking her nipples, and Violet moans as she melts back against the door. I can’t stop myself from devouring her. My mouth starts at the base of her neck and works its way down to her breasts, kissing and licking every inch of them like a man possessed.

“I missed you so much. God, I fucking need you,” I mumble against her scar, and she threads her fingers in my hair, urging me on. I sink to my knees and pull her pants off, hooking one of her legs over my shoulder, my face hovering near her pussy.

Goosebumps race over her skin in response, and I can’t hold back.

I press my mouth against her and hum roughly when her fingers dig into my scalp. It’s all so perfect, so familiar. Her taste, her smell, everything is exactly the way I remembered—but somehow seems ten times better. She was only a few states away, but I would’ve crossed the world to get back to her, to experience her like this all over again.

And I want her to feel that. I want her to know it.

I push my tongue into her, and when I start to work her clit at the same time with my fingers, she inhales sharply, her inner walls tightening around my tongue. I fuck her with it, pushing it in as deeply as I can as her soft whimpers fill the air.

“Please come on my face,” I mutter against her pussy, my words muffled. “I need to taste it, all of it. Right now.”

“Fuck, Sawyer.” Her legs shake, and I know she’s close. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, please, oh god…”

“I won’t,” I grunt, working her clit harder. “I can’t . I’m fucking addicted to you, heartbreaker.”

Her back arches against the door, her leg looping around my head and locking it in place as if she has no intention of ever letting me stop. I eat her out as if it’s the one thing I was put on this earth to do, as if she’s the only thing that matters to me, keeping her steady when her standing leg starts to buckle.

“Sawyer!” she cries, digging her nails into my scalp as her entire body tenses—and then she comes for me, just like I begged her to. She falls apart, her wetness coating my tongue, her chest rising and falling with each of her shuddering breaths.

I keep working her all the way through it until her breathing stabilizes and she sags back against the door. Then I surge to my feet, my hands moving to cup her face so I can kiss her.

“I need to be inside you,” I whisper, staring right into her eyes, and she nods breathlessly.

“Please,” she begs, and that’s all I need to hear.

We tug off the rest of each other’s clothes, and I’m vaguely aware of the sound of fabric ripping as we tear some of them in our hurry, but neither of us gives a shit. The only thing that matters is this. Us . I get rid of my shoes and kick off my pants, then lift Violet in one swift movement, bracing her back against the door as her legs wrap around my waist.

My cock notches at her entrance, and she takes another sharp breath when I start to press inside.

“More,” she pleads, her forehead pressed to mine, her eyes flaming. “God, Sawyer, please don’t make me wait.”

I grit my teeth, doing my best to hold my body back from instinctively following her urging. I’m intentionally going slow. It’s been a while since we’ve been together, and I’m big. Maybe she’s forgotten that, but I haven’t.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I rasp, because the waiting is killing me too. I want nothing more than to be inside her, to feel her warmth and see the look on her face when I fill her up.

Violet draws back a little and shakes her head firmly, her gorgeous hazel eyes luminous and large.

“I don’t care. I just need you. All of you.”

Her plea breaks all resolve I have, and I growl as I bury myself all the way inside her, pinning her against the door with the force of my thrust. Her brows knit in pleasure as she wraps her arms around my neck, and I steal a kiss from her perfect lips. She moans into my mouth, and I feel something deep and primal coming alive inside me—and then it snaps.

All the pent-up need I’ve tried to push down and ignore comes rushing out. All those nights I’ve spent dreaming of her, missing her so badly that my chest felt hollow. I can’t hold back any of it any longer.

I drive into her, fucking her hard and fast, filling the apartment with the sound. She holds tightly to my neck, her breasts bouncing and her expression shifting with each thrust. Every minute since she left has felt like an eternity, but now that we’re together like this again, it’s as if she never left.

My cock remembers the exact feel of her tight wetness, the way her soaked pussy squeezes me on instinct every time I pull away from her, trying to reclaim my cock as if she can’t live without it.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I grunt over the sound of our labored breathing, plunging into her again.

Her mouth falls open as her head tips backward, and she looks so beautiful like this that I fuck her harder, drawing out the sounds that I love so damn much. Whimpers turn to moans, growing louder and louder as she holds nothing back.

My fingers dig into her ass, my nostrils flaring as I devour her with my gaze. “That’s right, heartbreaker,” I urge. “Scream for me. Let the whole neighborhood know I’m here. That your man is here. I want them to hear you come for me.”

“Fuck!” she cries, her nails raking down my back and pulling me deeper into her. “Sawyer! Please!”

“Give. It. To. Me,” I growl, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

Whatever other words were caught in her throat tumble out as whimpers instead, until they build into another scream and she goes rigid in my arms. I feel her pussy spasming around me, milking me, but I force myself not to come with her until she’s finished. I want to fuck her all the way through her orgasm before I even think about mine.

I almost make it, but watching her face and feeling her come on my cock is too much to stand. I thrust into her again just as I tip over the edge, my body tensing up as my cum floods her.

“Yes, Sawyer. Yes…”

Her voice is strained and breathless in my ear, and she strokes the back of my head with her hand, sliding her fingers through my hair. My eyes fall shut, my jaw clenching as I rest my forehead against the crook of her neck and her shoulder.

When the pleasure finally starts to ebb away, I slump against her, my chest heaving. She peppers my neck with kisses, her hand still stroking my hair. Eventually, our breathing syncs and the rest of the room and the world fades away. If I wasn’t still so hungry for her, I could easily fall asleep holding each other just like this. But the thought makes me realize I still have her pinned against the door.

“Where’s the bedroom?” I murmur against her warm skin.

“Behind you,” she says, pointing even though I can’t see it.

Without pulling out of her, I pull her away from the door and turn to carry her through the living room to an open doorway that I assume leads to the bedroom. Inside, I find a queen-sized bed, and I lay her down on it without pulling out. There’s nothing that could make me want to separate our bodies right now.

I settle on top of her, bracing myself a bit so that she’s not holding all of my weight, then bring my mouth to hers, kissing her gently everywhere that I can reach. Her lips, her neck, her collarbones, her chest. I drag my face and nose across her skin, drinking in her scent—because even though she’s in my arms, I’m still afraid I might lose it. She’s been gone long enough that it was already starting to slip away.

Violet clings to me, moaning and clutching at my shoulders when my lips graze her tender skin. There’s something about the way she responds to even the smallest of my touches that hits me right in the chest, and even though I just came, I’m already starting to swell inside her again.

As if she can feel it too, she takes my chin in her hand and pulls my mouth back to hers, urging me to kiss her. And as I do, she wraps her legs around my waist, digging her feet into my lower back and ass cheeks to pull me deeper into her. The feeling of her wrapped around me like this, our bodies entwined so completely, makes my dick surge.

My hips move on their own, grinding against her and pushing my cock deeper into her. She gasps into my mouth and gives me a squeeze with her legs, urging me to keep going. I slowly start to fuck her again, rocking my hips back and forth until I feel my cum spilling out of her around my cock with every thrust.

“I’m not done,” I whisper against her lips. “I’ll never be finished with you, Violet Sutton.”