Sawyer’s lips hover over mine and I can smell the booze on his breath. His arms wrap around me and he kisses me passionately, I moan into his mouth as our tongues flirt and dance. He pushes me back, but I pull free.

“I thought this is what you wanted,” he lifts his eyebrows in confusion.

“It is, I just want to taste you first,” I slide to my knees and work on getting his pants open. His belt is easy enough but for some reason, his zipper gives me trouble.

“Is this what you want?” He unzips his pants, pulling his heavy, hard girth from his underwear in front of my mouth.

I lick my lips hungrily, “Yes,” I whisper.

He places his hand on the back of my head, pulling my face toward him making my pussy flood with desire as I inhale his musky smell. My mouth opens instinctively.

I thought he might feed me his cock or fuck my face, in fact there’s a part of me that wants him to own me that way. That wants him to claim every part of me as his. Instead, he lets me determine how much I take into my mouth.

Circling my fingers and thumb around the base of his shaft with one hand, I suck on the flanged head. My breath is hot on his shaft as I watch the rivers of my spit coat him, I slick my hand over every inch of him until he’s lubricated. A couple more inches slide into my mouth, while I keep pumping my hand, and now my head, in unison. I suck my mouth tightly around his thick rod until my cheeks are sunken inward with the seal I form.

His groans make me crazy and want to please him, to take his entire cock into my mouth. I want to taste all of him. I get greedy and try to inhale his length into my mouth, feverishly sucking his dick, like my life depends on making him cum. His cock starts twitching, I steel myself for the load of jizz I crave. He stops me, pulling out of my mouth completely in one swift movement that makes a popping noise.

Sawyer plucks me from the floor in one quick movement, pushing me back against the cool wood wall. He yanks my pants down, and I step out of them, never taking my eyes off of his.

He pulls me against him, kissing me with such passion, I see fireworks explode behind my eyelids as I sink into him. My tongue tells him my secrets, my desperate longing for him, it tells him of my broken heart he’s now mending, all in this one kiss. He wraps his arms around me and I feel like I’m finally home, like my body was made to be pressed against his.

My nipples are pebbles under my bra and my mound is clenching with anticipation. I love how he owns the bedroom, or whatever room he’s fucking me in, making me as excited as a virgin with just a look or a whisper.

Without a word, he dips his fingers down between my open legs, teasing me as he strokes lightly against my sex. I can’t contain my moans. He traces his finger over my lips before pushing it deep into my core, I cry out and thrust my hips back toward his hand, desperate for more, chasing his touch.

He pulls back, gliding his now coated finger up until he finds my tender bud. I breathe in sharp, silently begging him to give me release.

Slowly but firmly he pushes small, tantalizing circles around my clit, driving me to the edge. I hope with each ragged breath that he will flit his finger over my most sensitive part, but he expertly dances around, purposely bringing me pleasure but not allowing me to build toward a climax. He won’t be happy until I’m begging him for it. At this rate, that won’t take long.

He kisses down my neck and then my collarbone until he reaches my breasts. His mouth moves down to my nipple and he takes it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the first, then the other, giving each equal attention. His sense of fairness and justice even stretch into his lovemaking, giving each inch of my skin his devotion as I arch my back to push my breasts toward him, offering them to be ravished by his mouth.

“Please,” I cry out.

I can feel his smile spread against my skin, “Please, what?” He loves to tease me. To drag this out. To make me beg.

“Please fuck me,” my voice is raspy with desperation.

He leans back and grabs my legs, throwing one over each of his shoulders and doesn’t hesitate before he buries his large cock deep into my mound. Holding one of my ankles in each of his hands, he pulls my legs straight up and wide open. I moan loudly at the sensation of his dick filling me up again, feeling that tight fullness as I stretch around him.

A wave of heat burns in my lower abs, blooming out and growing larger until it spreads through my entire stomach. Sawyer holds my legs so tight, I can’t move them an inch while he furiously pounds his throbbing cock inside me.

I feel myself race to the edge of my desire and fall over as a hot bolt of electricity jolts through me. Starting at my sensitive bud, my ecstasy radiates out through my body in a powerful, gripping shot. Every muscle in my body spasms while the walls of my pussy pulse around Sawyer’s cock, tugging him up higher inside me.

I want to scream and cry with my incredible orgasm, but all I can manage to pant in his ear is, “Yes.”

His back tenses and his sexy ass tightens up as he pushes his weight into me. I struggle to catch my breath as his orgasm shudders through him, his thick cum fills my aching pussy in wave after wave until it begins to spill out of me dripping down my ass. He holds me perfectly still, impaled by his meaty cock, as he gets his jagged breathing back under control.

Sawyer’s entire body tenses and shakes as his seed drips from my pussy. My body is humming in an afterglow that kisses my soft skin. He pulls out of me and I drop my feet back down onto the floor, I’m not completely certain that I’m not going to collapse into a pile.

Sawyer throws his arm around me as support and gently guides me to the blanket we never used in front of the fire. I lie with my ear against his chest and listen to his heartbeat sing me a lullaby.

I’m not ready to leave him, but I don’t know if I can stay. Both thoughts are terrifying. I told him I would sleep on it and as my eyelids slowly blink closed and my mind drifts to a world with only the two of us in a log home I’ve never seen, I do just that.