“Don't say I didn't warn you.” My shorts and bikini bottoms are a thing of the past, discarded somewhere across the room, before he spreads my thighs and his hot mouth lands between them. I'm achy and needy for him already, his tongue working a kind of magic over me that's enough to make a girl lose her mind.
Pumping my hips up and down, seeking out Sawyer's tongue as he teases me, silently begging for more, I clutch his blond strands with one hand and the now-crumpled sheets with the other. My entire body is on high alert as he sucks on my clit, flicking the swollen nub with expert precision.
He pushes me until I climb so high that I tremble on the edge of a precipice, and there's no mistaking how close I am to losing any semblance of control. He's pushing me harder, sucking on every inch of skin, and just when I think his teasing will be the end of me, he takes both of my thighs in his big, strong hands and pulls my pussy as close as he can to his mouth, his tongue fucking me as he feasts on me like he hasn't eaten in days.
“Fuck, Sawyer, I'm go—” My words die on my tongue as he pushes two fingers inside me, fucking me as his mouth sucks on my clit.
My torso arches off of the bed as I thrust my hips up and down, my movements lacking any sense of rhythm as my body aches for release.
It's torture.
Delicious and exquisite torture. It’s as if making me come is his own type of pleasure.
“Give it to me, Beautiful.” He punctuates his command with a curling of his fingers and everything behind my lids explodes into bright colors as the world becomes little more than muted sounds. I can't hear a thing as my senses freeze with the onslaught of the orgasm that travels from my core to the very tips of my fingers and toes.
“Fuuuuck!” The word is more a silent scream than anything coherent, and I slowly come back to myself.
“That's my good girl, coming all over my face. Now give me more.”
I look down at him to find his green eyes watching me, alert and on fire, from between my legs. A grin curves his delicious mouth.
It's intoxicating how eager he is to please me.
As he slowly pulls out his fingers, I fall back onto the bed and try, in vain, to catch my breath.
“One day, soon, Briar.” I feel a hint of pressure sliding from my slit to my ass and gasp, holding my breath as his wet finger circles me. He watches me as if gauging my reaction.
I have no idea what he sees, but when a wicked grin spreads across his face I know I'm in for a whole world of trouble. “Oh, yeah. One dayverysoon.”
Quicker than my mind can process, Sawyer climbs to his feet, his hands at the waist of his board shorts and a glint of mischief in his bright green eyes.
My eyes drop to his cock—standing proud and eager—as he steps out of his clothes and pounces on me.
“Your scent is driving me fucking crazy, Briar.” I don't think I've ever heard his voice so low, so gravelly and determined. I’m sure a normal girl would be afraid of the filthy things his eyes promise me, but I never claimed to be normal.
Caging me in with his folded arms at the sides of my head, he brings his mouth down on mine, kissing me like it's the last chance he’ll get, licking and sucking on my lips and sharing the taste of my orgasm with me.
He teases me with his dick. The head of him rubs against my clit and somehow I’m already desperate for him. Though, no matter how hard I try to move my hips so he slides right in, he averts me. I should probably ask him about a condom, but I somehow trust him, and while it might be a stupid move, I’m on birth control, so I let the thought drift away.
With a grunt, he’s off me again, sitting on his haunches, catching his own breaths coming in a ragged rhythm.
“I want you on all fours, Beautiful. Show me that delicious ass of yours.”
I don't hesitate, turning swiftly onto my hands and knees and looking over my shoulder at him. He's feral, his eyes boring holes into my skin as his big hands grasp my hips, fingers squeezing like he's trying to reel in his own control.
I realize that I don't want him to control himself. I want him wild and unhinged. I want him to forget there's even a world outside of this room. This yacht.
“The things I want to do to you right now are illegal in forty-nine of the fifty states.”
I suppress a giggle because this is neither the place nor the time. “In which one of them is it legal?”
A feral grin slowly transforms his entire face as his gaze finds mine. His words make my pussy clench for more.
“My state of mind.” In one swift, powerful thrust, his dick is buried right to the hilt inside me. My lungs empty with the force of it, making it hard to take in a single breath. “I want to own you, Briar. Every fucking piece of you.” Pulling out slowly, he digs his nails into the skin of my hips and thrusts back inside me. My arms give out and my head falls to the mattress. The only part of my body still in the air is my ass, and that's only because he's holding me up, the muscles in his arms flexing with the effort he's exerting.
“I want to fuck you so hard you break into a million pieces just so I can put you right back together again.”
Faster this time, he pulls out again and slams back in so hard that I can barely breathe and somehow, it's not enough.