Page 25 of Forever After Never

“Let’s go, but first, I want to shower, and you’re going to come with me.” I extend my hand out for his, and he takes it, his warm, calloused hand swallowing mine. It’s more like holding a bear paw than a hand. Sawyer is so large and manly, but there is something fragile about him, too. We had such an intense conversation tonight, but it felt so normal, so natural.

This is not a standard first date, but nothing about us, how we met, or how we’ve interacted has been standard either. Can we really class this as a first date? The lines are blurry. If you count him turning up at the park, then at the grocery store, then arriving unannounced at my house, then at Edith's, thenunannounced everywhere else his stupidly sexy face has popped up, then this would technically be date…five, six, seven?

I know that this won’t go anywhere because I can never let myself, but I feel safe in his presence. I want to be so fucking ruined by this man. The need is so strong to have fun, be dominated, manhandled, and fucked so hard that my eyes roll into the back of my skull.

We reach the bedroom, and without saying anything, I peel my t-shirt off over my head and stand to face him in my bra and shorts.

“Fuck, Autumn. Look at you. You are so perfect.” His words of praise hit me straight between the legs.

“Shorts,” he barks.

“You want me to take them off too?” I ask coyly, biting my lip.

“Fucking do it. Now.”

I turn away from him, unbutton my shorts, and slide them down over my hips. Bending at the waist, I shimmy them down my legs so Sawyer gets the perfect view of my ass. It’s my best feature. I must use it to my advantage sometimes.

"Holy shit, you look so good bent over in front of me. I am going to enjoy taking what is mine.” Sawyer lets out a low whistle.

Mine.There is that word again.

He walks up behind me and presses his hardness into me through the fabric of his jeans, then steps away and slaps my ass. The noise echoes throughout the bedroom. Takes his shirt off and tossing it aside. Sawyer’s arms flex under his white t-shirt as he shoves his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels. I completely ignore him, walk into the bathroom, and turn the shower on.

“Autumn, you better get back here,” he yells through the door.

“No, I told you that I want to shower first.” I laugh. Feeling bold, I take my lingerie off so I am completely naked. I walkback through the bedroom, thighs jiggling as I walk. Sawyer is lying on the bed with his hands crossed behind his head. I swear his mouth pops open and closed about four times, acting like a goldfish would when fresh out of water.

“You seriously didn’t walk in here naked. Don’t make me chase you.” He groans and rubs his hand over his face.

“I did. I needed to get my robe.” I pop my ass out as I reach for the robe on the hook of my bedroom door.

Then he is up on his feet, chasing me across the bedroom before picking me up and lifting me over his shoulder.

“Such a fucking tease, Sugar. You’re going to pay for that.” He turns his head and sinks his teeth into my thigh, then slaps my ass again. This time hard enough to sting. I let out a moan.

What the fuck. Nothing islight about me, but he lifted me as if I weighed nothing. He walks with me over his shoulder into the bathroom, lowers me to the floor, and then pushes us both into the shower, him still fully clothed.

“Sawyer, you dick. Take your clothes off!” I am laughing now.

“Autumn shut your beautiful mouth.” He drops to his knees in front of me and covers my pussy with his mouth.

“Oh god. Fuckkkk.” I moan. He pulls his head from between my legs long enough to look up and say, “No, Sugar, not god.” He pulls one side of his mouth up into a small grin, then latches his lips to my clit. Sucking until I scream. I reach down to hold his head in place. With him on his knees in front of me, Sawyer acts as if eating my pussy is all that’s keeping him alive.

“Sawyer, please. Please, fuck me.”

“No, Sugar, I want you to come for me,” he replies, sliding one finger inside me, then another. “You are so fucking tight, Autumn. You feel so good on my fingers.” Dropping his mouth back to my clit, Sawyer expertly licks and sucks me as he fucks me with his fingers. I steady myself on the shower wall because my knees start to tremble.

“That’s it, Sugar. Come for me.”

So, I do. I come undone at the seams. With my hands on his shoulders and one of his hands on my ass, grinding his face into me, I scream his name. He fucking told me I would, and I did.

“SAWYER,” I yell through my orgasm. He doesn’t back away and continues eating me and finger fucking me while I buck like a bronco.

My soul has left the damn building.

Sawyer is on his feet, and his soaking-wet clothes are off before I can even blink. We are both dripping wet, and for me, that’s not solely because I am in the shower. Holy fuck. He is beautiful. I let my eyes trail over his body. His broad chest heaves with each breath he takes. The skin on Sawyer's chest is absolutely covered in tattoos, framed by his equally tattooed, veiny arms and hands. He is so muscular. You can tell this man does a physical job. He is rough, hard, andhuge.I lower my eyes to his legs. The sight of him naked and wet is too much to handle. His thighs resemble tree trunks, and it makes my mouth water. I imagine running my hands over them as his cock is in my mouth. I am a grown ass woman, and I have never sucked a dick before, but I want to change that right now. I want to suck him right into my mouth until my eyes start to water and my jaw aches. Sawyer’s cock is gorgeous. Thick and delicious, exactly like the rest of him. I can’t look away. He probably thinks that I’ve never seen a naked man because the way I’m looking at him can only be described as wonderment. He is delectable.

“Holy shit Mr. Green, look at you,” I pant, water running over our bodies.

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