36. Sawyer

CHAPTER 36

SAWYER

"Are we going to your house?" Leah asks from the passenger seat with her fingers intertwined with mine.

"We are. Is that okay with you?" I glance over and she smiles softly and nods.

We pull into the driveway, and she stays surprisingly quiet the whole drive up. I watch her face closely, curious what she's thinking.

"Wow." Is all she says, and I can't help but smile.

We're parked on the circle drive right by the front porch of the massive farmhouse, and as soon as she steps out of the truck her eyes dance around, taking it all in.

The porch wraps around both sides of the house and there's a swing hanging to the left that my mother would be proud of—perfect for watching the sunset.

The black exterior is accompanied by walnut stained columns, shutters and a double front door. There is floor to ceiling windows all around the house to allow for the most natural light but have automatic shades for convenience inside.

When we walk through the door she stops taking in her surroundings and instead, turns to me.

"Sawyer," she whispers.

"Yes, Dove?" Our voices echo in the open space.

"I'm a little nervous." We're still soaked from standing outside in the pouring rain when I wrap my hands around her arms.

"If you've changed your mind?—"

"No," she cuts me off quickly, but doesn't say more.

"I'm going to take care of you, Dove. Do you trust me?" I dip my head, catching her gaze.

"Yes,"

"That's my girl." I shoot her a wink to help ease her nerves, and she smiles up at me. "Turn around." Tipping my chin to direct her, she turns and faces away from me.

Her breath catches when I step closer, brushing her hair away from her neck before I press my lips there. She tilts her head, opening the space for me to explore further. I run my hands along the wet sleeves of her dress before reaching for her zipper and my fingers begin sliding it down. She takes a deep breath when I stop at the end of its path and my lips leave her skin. I slide the sleeves down her arms, and her dress hits the floor with a wet plop.

I stand back and admire the way her ass fills out the blue lace underwear that match the bra she has on—that I'm sure her breasts are perfectly poured into.

"You wear this for me?" I run my finger beneath the clasp of her bra, toying with the idea of popping it off. She turns her head, looks up at me over her shoulder and nods.

Fuck .

I lean down and kiss her because it's impossible not to.

Guiding her to face me again, I drop to my knees, and she sucks a breath in. Staring up at her, I smirk before unzipping one of her booties and pulling it from her foot. Trailing kisses along her thigh before taking her other foot in my hand and repeating the motion.

When I'm back on my feet her hands find the collar of my suit jacket and she slides it off of my shoulders, keeping those intoxicating green eyes locked on mine as it hits the floor, and she begins fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.

She has no idea how many times I've imagined this very moment.

When my shirt is discarded on the floor with my jacket, her dress and shoes, she starts at the belt I'm wearing, and my cock reaches a record breaking hard.

I never knew how intimate having my pants removed could feel, but the way she's looking at me while she undresses me makes me feel more connected to her than I've ever felt with another person.

I kick my shoes off and she slides my slacks down my legs, looking up at me once she's on her knees and fuck if I've ever seen anything more beautiful. She stands back up, looking at me with such anticipation and desire in her eyes I can't keep my hands off her for another second. I scoop her up and her legs immediately wrap around my waist as I head towards my bedroom. Burying my face in her neck, I breathe her in and squeeze her tighter. On cue she runs her fingers through my hair, and grinds her pussy against my abs.

Throwing the door to my room open, I walk over to the dresser and set her on the top of it, expecting her to look around the space, but her eyes stay locked on me.

"Just tell me to stop if you change your mind or want to slow down, okay?"

"Okay." She nods, wrapping her hand around the back of my neck, pulling my lips back to hers. My hands grip her thighs when her tongue slides across my lips and she presses herself closer to me. I reach the side of her lace underwear and rip them at the seams, eliciting a small gasp from her before letting the fabric fall out of the way, allowing me to slide my fingers inside her.

As soon as I do, she moans and bites down on my lip, causing me to let out a moan of my own. I pump my fingers in and out of her, curling them to hit her sweet spot as she paws at me like she can't get enough. Finally, she pulls her lips from mine and I am rewarded with the sweet sound of her little pants.

"Sawyer, oh god!" Her hips rock in rhythm with me, and as soon as my thumb presses against her clit and my fingers curl inside her, she comes apart. Letting her arousal completely soak me, her nails dig into my arms as her climax hits and it awakens the animal inside of me that is absolutely starved for this woman. I pull her from the dresser and walk to the king sized bed in the middle of the room.

The remnants of her underwear fall to the ground and once we reach the mattress I sit with my back to the headboard, letting her straddle my lap. She bites down on her lip when I let my thumb run over the floral detail of the lace on her bra. My hands sneak around her back and release the clasp, pulling the straps from her shoulders before the fabric is laying on my chest and her perfect, full breasts are finally on display for me.

"Fuck." Her cheeks are rosy, her tits heavy with desire, and her perky nipples are begging for my attention. "You are perfect." I grip her waist, pressing my painfully hard cock against her, the arousal from her first orgasm soaking through my boxers. I take my time pinching and sucking each of her nipples into my mouth, trying to get my fill of her in every way possible.

Truth is, I'll never get my fill. She's already become a drug for me, and I'm a willing addict.

I kiss her from her chest to the slope of her neck before tilting her head so she's looking at me again.

"Lift up on your knees." She does as instructed and I slide down until my head is flat on a pillow below me.

"What are you doing?" she giggles, her legs being spread wider to allow for my shoulders to fit between them.

"I want you to ride my face." Her mouth pops open then snaps shut again.

"Uh, I don't— What do you mean?"

"I mean, sit your sweet pussy right here." I gently pull her up once more to line her entrance up with my mouth. "And ride my face the same way you were riding my hand when I had you falling apart on that dresser a minute ago and come down my throat."

"You have a filthy mouth." Her cheeks flame red as she's looking down at me.

"Dove, you haven't heard the half of it." I try to gently pull her down, but she flexes her muscles and keeps herself hovering above me.

"You're gonna suffocate!" she argues.

"Then let me die fucking happy ." I pull her down and this time she falls into place with a gasp when my tongue slides into her. The animalistic groan that comes out of me must encourage her to relax a little because as my tongue glides from her entrance to her clit, she starts grinding her hips and without prompting, grabs onto the headboard. I reach up and play with her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples as little moans of pleasure fall from her lips.

"Fuck, Sawyer, fuck! " Leah cries out, riding my tongue like it's her sole purpose on earth.

When she looks down at me, I shoot her a wink and she comes down my throat with my name on her lips. She rides out every wave of her orgasm and I relish every moment she's seated on my face. She slides down my body—allowing me to sit upright—her cheeks flaming, and her expression sated, a vision of absolute perfection. I brush her hair back with my hands, taking her lips in mine.

"Lay back for me, baby." I rub the tip of my nose over hers when her eyes fly open.

"Wait!"