Page 58 of Unravel Me

He pulls my knees apart before forcing me to lift my legs so that they’re resting on top of his thighs. I’m spread open for him, and he groans before peppering my shoulder and neck with open-mouthed kisses. His tongue runs from the base of my neck to my ear, lapping at me like I’m his favorite snack.

“Wider, beautiful.” He spreads his legs, forcing mine open as far as they can go. The cool air kisses my most sensitive area and goosebumps scatter across my skin in response. His hand comes up under my chin and pushes my head to face forward. It’s thenI see that we’re positioned directly in front of his full-length mirror. My mouth drops open at the sight. Sawyer’s massive body behind me, my legs draped over his thighs and spread open wide.

“Fuck, look at you, Ivy. So goddamn perfect. Don’t take your eyes off of us. I want you to watch as you come undone for me.”

“Holy shit, Sawyer.” My heart rate skyrockets, pounding erratically behind my ribcage.

His fingers lightly caress up the inside of my thighs until they reach my apex. Keeping the soft, barely there touch, he runs two fingers up my seam.

“Aah.” I squirm on his lap. One of his hands comes to my hip and grabs me firmly.

“Still or I stop. Trust me. Now watch.”

I don’t take my eyes off of us in the mirror. Sawyer’s muscular body surrounds me, spreading me completely open and exposed for him. The hand that was on my hip rubs upward until he’s pulling my tank top down and freeing my breasts. I watch as he continues to rub lightly back and forth up my center, barely touching me. He does the same to my nipples, circling them slowly and delicately. I drop my head back on his shoulder, but keep my eyes on the mirror. His gorgeous face is focused, and his eyes travel all over me.

“Sawyer. Please,” I pant. I do my best not to move, out of fear of him stopping altogether. My chest is rising and falling rapidly, my skin covered in goosebumps, chills running up and down my spine. Everything feels so good. But I need more, desperately.

“Mmm. I’m not going to lie, I like hearing you beg, Ivy.” He kisses my neck before biting lightly, sending a bolt of pleasure right through me and straight to my core.

“Yes, Sawyer. Please, I need more.”

He freezes and meets my eyes in the mirror. His eyes are hooded and lust-filled. I can feel his breathing increase as hischest heaves against me and I chance moving slightly, pressing his dick into my back. He plunges two fingers inside me so hard and without warning that I rock back against him.

Oh, fuck. Yes. I moan loudly through the onslaught of his fingers in me.

I can’t take my eyes off of us. He palms my breast firmly in his big hand before pinching and twisting my nipples. He curls his fingers deep inside of me, rubbing the spot that has me seeing stars, his palm sliding back and forth on my clit as he does.

The orgasm is almost instant. I explode. There’s no slow build-up, it’s a massive, explosive grenade that only Sawyer could detonate. The pleasure plows into me with such force that I scream his name as my back arches and my legs shake. I reach behind me with one hand, grabbing Sawyer behind his neck and pulling him closer to me. He nuzzles into my neck and never stops fucking me with his fingers, forcing me to ride out the most intense orgasm of my life. I grip the sheets below us and rock into his hand.

“God! Sawyer!”

“Just me here, baby. God has nothing to do with what just happened to you.”

My orgasm starts to slip away, and I relax fully into him. He pulls his fingers from my body before closing our legs slowly.

“Fuck, that was so beautiful. I would watch you come every day if you’d let me.”

He’s not wrong. Watching him take me like that, in such an exposed, vulnerable way was so hot. It heightened the feeling of everything. Life changing. That’s what that was.

I have barely caught my breath when Sawyer stands with me in his arms and lays me down on the bed, dropping a kiss to my forehead before leaving to go to the bathroom. Fucking hell that was incredible. That’s two orgasms Sawyer’s given me now, when no other man—not that I’ve allowed many to try—couldget me there. I’m able to completely relax with him and let him take the reins and I forgot how incredibly freeing that is.

“Let me clean you up, baby, and then we’re going to bed.”

I close my eyes and relax into the mattress while he wipes down my overly sensitive area. He returns and I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, not taking his eyes off of me. His muscles are sculpted expertly, each ab its own beautifully ripped layer leading down to his sexy V. He tosses his shirt at me and it lands in my lap. I look up at him in question.

“Put it on or I’ll do it for you.”

I laugh at him as I strip my tank top off and replace it with his shirt.

“Better?” I ask him.

He hooks his thumbs into his joggers before pushing them down his toned legs, standing there and allowing me to take my visual fill of him. He smirks at me like he just fucking knows. I lick my lips when I let my eyes drag down to his black boxer briefs, his hard cock facing upward, straining against the fabric. He’s so hot. My mouth waters and I so badly want to reach out and touch him.

“I see that look on your face, Iv. Not tonight.”

I roll my eyes and he lifts the blankets and lays down before dragging me under with him. Instead of pulling my back flush to his, he pulls my front and holds my hands between our chests, our legs tangled together.

“We’re going to figure this all out. Just trust me, baby.”

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