38. Sawyer

CHAPTER 38

SAWYER

There are some memories you'll hold onto forever. You know, the ones that stick around no matter what else in life you end up forgetting. Tonight, with her, is a memory that will outrank every other memory I've held onto in the past.

Seeing the vulnerability in her eyes, hearing the way she cried out my name, feeling her wrap around my cock like she was tailor made just for me. I'll remember this night in every lifetime.

When her eyes open and a tear spills out, my heart constricts in my chest.

"Don't cry, baby." I reach up and wipe her tears with the pad of my thumb, still buried deep inside of her as her green eyes shimmer.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to ruin the moment—" She rolls her eyes in an effort to keep more tears from falling.

"Look at me. Nothing could ever ruin this moment. What's the matter? Talk to me." I caress her cheek, keeping my hands on any part of her I can.

"I just... I—" She takes a deep breath, rests her palm on my cheek and smiles at me. "I'm so happy it was with you, Sawyer." The tears start falling into her hair and this time she makes no effort to stop them.

"Me too, baby. I don't think you'd even believe just how much." She smiles up at me. "Deep breath." I slide out of her and she inhales sharply. When I look between us there's the slightest evidence of blood staining the inside of her legs. "Stay right here, I'll be back." I kiss her lips softly and disappear into the master bathroom to dispose of my condom and turn the shower on.

I lift her from the bed and carry her into the large washroom, setting her feet down next to the toilet. "I'll grab us some towels." Giving her some privacy to pee, I close the door to the small space and grab three towels from under the sink, placing them on the small wooden table right outside the shower door. A moment later I hear the toilet flush and the door opens. I waste no time walking back over to grab her again, picking her up as a beautiful laugh escapes her.

"What are you doing?" I open the door to the massive walk-in shower and put her feet down, letting the hot water hit her back before brushing her hair behind her ear.

"Taking care of my girl." I don't think I've ever seen so much love and trust in someone's eyes before, but when I look into hers—there's no one in the world I've ever wanted to protect more than this girl in front of me.

Dipping my head to take her lips in mine, I feel the same damn butterflies that I felt the day I realized I had a thing for my little sister's best friend—the only woman to ever have this effect on me. I cup her face in my hands and hers lay comfortably on my sides as we stand under the stream of water, letting ourselves get lost in each other.

With one final peck, I instruct her to turn around, taking my time to run shampoo through her hair. Every little moan that falls from her lips while I massage her scalp makes me smile even harder than the one before. I do the same with the conditioner—remembering the very detailed instructions my sister gave me for washing curly hair when I made the mistake of mentioning getting some things for Leah to have at my place. I don't know why I still tell her things, honestly.

Then I grab the vanilla body wash, rubbing my hands together until it becomes foam before washing every inch of her perfect body. Starting at her shoulders, I massage them gently as her head falls back with pleasure. I lather her back, arms, chest and stomach—taking my time with her breasts because they're fucking works of art. Then I add a small amount of wash to my hands again before lowering to my knees.

"Spread your legs for me." Her cheeks turn red but she doesn't argue. She doesn't just widen her stance though, she lifts her foot onto the bench behind me, giving me the most glorious view of her pussy.

My pussy.

I lean forward, gently kissing her there before forcing myself to stay on task. I wash the inside of her thighs, ridding it of the blood, cum and lube mixture, careful not to let the suds get too close to her entrance. Then her hands slide gently through my hair, playing with some of the long locks.

"Thank you, Sawyer." I hear her sweet voice and my eyes shoot up to lock with her tear-filled ones. I place her foot back on the ground and stand in front of her, wrapping my arms around her until my soapy hands are resting on the small of her back.

"For what, Dove?" I press her closer to me, feeling like I can't possibly get close enough to her right now.

"For being better than I could have ever dreamed. I'll never forget tonight or the way you've cared for me."

"Tonight was the best night of my life, Leah. I won't forget it either." She reaches up with her hands around my neck and kisses me like she has all the time in the world. When she finally pulls away, she pushes my chest, walking me back until the back of my claves hit the built in bench.

"Sit." She nods behind me, and I do as she's asked. Then she reaches for the shampoo on the shelf opposite of where I've placed hers and she squeezes it into her palms.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking care of my man." She smiles at me, and I realize—I would rip my heart from my chest to give it to her. To show her just how fucking much she owns me.

The second her fingers begin working the shampoo through my hair I exhale in a way that feels like it's taking all my worries with it. In this moment, there's nothing more important than the girl that's washing my hair, and the fact that she calls me hers.

She pulls the shower head down from behind me, fumbling with it until she figures out how to turn it on. "Head back." She smiles when I comply, and I close my eyes as the water and her fingers work to rid my hair of the suds.

Fuck, this feels good.

Once the shower head is back in place, I wrap my hands around the back of her thighs and pull her closer to me. Kissing from her stomach up to her breasts. Her fingers twist through my hair as I flick my tongue over one of her nipples, causing it to harden immediately—then I do the same to the other. I leisurely palm one of her breasts, pinching, sucking, enjoying every second of my mouth on her body. I grab her legs and lift her to straddle my lap, continuing like this until she starts to slide herself over my cock that is hard for her again—because how could it not be?

"I want you again," she whispers against my lips and my dick jumps in excitement.

"Are you sure?" I lean back and catch her eye.

"Are you telling me no?" A devilish smirk plays on her lips.

"Oh, that'll never happen." I stand with her still wrapped around me, shutting the water off before I walk to the room, dripping water all over the damn place.

And I absolutely do not care.

I lay her down on my bed and take a moment to stand back and just stare at her. Wondering if this is really happening or if I'm dreaming it all.

"You okay there, hockey star?" She leans up on her elbows, letting water fall from her teardrop tits.

"You're going to bring me to my knees one day, Dove." She pulls her bottom lip in with her teeth, smiling at me with a brow raised.

"Prove it." I tilt my head at her. "Get on your knees for me, Sawyer." Her playful smile is gone, in its place is a nervous look of anticipation—as if she's wondering just how far I'm willing to go for her—and fuck if I wouldn't do anything she damn well asked me right now. I take a step forward and hit my knees, then I grab her legs and pull her to the end of the bed and before she can so much as gasp, I bury my face between her legs.

The moan it elicits from her has me struggling to be as gentle with her as I intended to be tonight. I want to fucking devour her—to throw her around this bed and show her just how fucking badly I've wanted her all these years—but I won't go there unless she asks for it. My fingertips dig into her thighs as I suck her clit into my mouth, lapping up every drop of sweetness she releases when her orgasm hits.

"God, yes!"

"I'd much prefer you scream my name when you come, Dove." I taunt, standing to hover over her. She blushes and smiles at me, wiping her thumb across my face.

"So messy," she teases.

"So delicious." I dip my head, letting my nose caress her neck, inhaling the scent of her. Her back arches off the bed, pressing her body against mine as she hums in the most satisfied way. I stand to grab another condom from the drawer, quickly rolling it on so I can rejoin her.

"How do you want me?" Her question causes me to pause.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't intend to just be on my back every time we have sex. I thought you might want to… I don't know, try something different this time?" My dick pulses of its own will as my mind speeds through every position I've imagined taking her in.

"There's not much I haven't thought about doing with you, Dove. I'll fuck you any way you want me to." Her legs squeeze together, and I hope she decides on something soon.

"What's your favorite?" I don't really want to mention what position I've preferred to use with other women, so instead…

"I have pictured you riding my cock more times than I could even begin to count. So I can stare into those pretty eyes, and watch those perky tits bounce, and watch you come apart wrapped around me." My fingers glide through her hair, gripping it to turn her gaze to mine. "What do you say, Dove? You wanna learn to ride?" She nods her head eagerly.

"Yes."

"Atta girl." I kiss her quickly before situating myself against the headboard. "Climb on."

She straddles my lap and looks at me, awaiting further instruction. It's kind of fun being the one to teach a teacher.

"Now grab my cock and slide on at whatever pace feels good for you."

"I want it to feel good for you too," she says shyly.

"Baby, if my cock is inside you—no matter where or how fast it gets there—I can assure you, I feel fucking fantastic." She grabs my shaft and lines me up to her entrance.

If she had any idea what the feeling of her hand wrapped around me did to me, she wouldn't be concerned with how fast she lets my cock inside of her. I watch as she takes all of me, inch by inch without so much as a pause, until I'm filling her to the hilt. The moment I'm all the way in she lets out a gasp the same moment I suck in a sharp breath.

"Now what?" She gently rocks her hips against me, trying to find friction in our new position.

"You can move your hips like this." I grab her waist, rocking her back and forth to allow her clit some attention. "Or you can bounce like this." I guide her up and down my length, noting the way her breaths pick up as she bites so hard on her bottom lip that I fear it may draw blood.

I think we have a winner.

I stop guiding her, keeping my hands on her hips as she bounces up and down, her pussy squeezing me just as tight this time as it did the first. I knead her ass, putting to memory the way it feels when it's bouncing as she rides. I bring one hand around to rub circles on her clit and her movements falter—only for a moment before she finds her rhythm again.

"Sawyer, I need…"

"I got you, baby." I thrust into her, grabbing her hips with both hands. "Play with your pussy." I expect some kind of argument out of her, but she reaches down and begins rubbing small circles over her clit as I rail into her.

"Fuck, Dove, you're taking me so well."

"Sawyer, oh shit!" Her walls clamp around me and while she's still riding out her orgasm, I flip her on her back. I continue thrusting into her, not missing a fucking beat as she continues to come on my cock.

"Your pussy was made for me, Dove," I practically growl, feeling my own release just moments away.

" Fuck! Yes!" she screams, as her orgasm hits even harder than before. Her entire body is writhing beneath me when I find my release.

I rest my forehead on her shoulder, trying my best not to collapse all of my body weight on top of her. I've never felt this with anyone before. Sex is great, sure. Sex with Leah is fucking life altering. I don't know how I survived ten years without her, and I know damn sure I'd never survive another ten without her.

"Sawyer," her fingertips are softly trailing over my back while I'm still seated comfortably inside her.

"Yes, Dove?" I pant.

"I love you." I lift my head to see her watery eyes locked on mine and the sweetest smile on her face and another moment gets seared into my memory.

"I love you, too, Leah. I can't remember a time I haven't loved you."