Page 101 of Infinite as They Come
He kissed my breasts, soft and slow, before his lips ran over my stomach, going lower and lower until his head was in between my legs. Warm hands moved along my ankles and then up to my thighs, not stopping until they got to the lacey edge of my panties, and then Sawyer was pulling them down in one swift go. He wasn’t wasting a second as he gripped my thighs, keeping them spread for him. Eyes fused to mine, he pressed his mouth right up against me, forcing a gasp out of me. He wrapped his lips around my clit, the pleasure jolting through my body. It was so much already, my emotions high, my heart pounding. It was the ring on my finger. The room we were in. Our home. This was it: the fairytale I had always wanted.
He sucked me into his mouth, lips soft and warm. It had me writhing, my back arching a little as my hands found his hair like I always did, tugging at the thick locks like my life depended on him. It did, though. He was it; he was all I needed.
“Sawyer,” I said, legs trembling either side of his head. He was too good at knowing exactly how to touch me, how to send me over the edge. Nails scraping over his scalp, I couldn’t fight back the little squeal that left me when he licked a long, heavy stripe from my entrance to my clit.
He suddenly reached up, lips still attached to me as he grabbed one of my hands in his hair. The left one. He held it in front of him, dark green eyes flickering from my face to the ring over and over.
That look in his eyes. It almost made me gasp. It was pure desire. Hunger. Need. Fire. Like he was getting drunk on the sight of his ring on my finger. That painter’s gaze hit me—full force and raw—as he eyed me. It was thesame way he always looked when he recreated me on canvas: so focused, eyes unblinking, except this time? This time, his pupils were that tiny bit blown like the sight of that diamond was all he needed forever. It was like he was trying to remember every last line, shadow, color—but it was that glimmer ofhisring that kept pulling his attention.
“Looks so fucking good on you,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to my clit. “Don’t ever take that off, sweetheart.”
My head shook. There was no chance of that. None.
“You’ve got no idea what that does to me, baby,” he said, eyes locked on mine, then back to the ring. “Been thinking about my ring on that finger for so fucking long. Christ, could fucking paint that alone for the rest of my life. Just that. Just my ring on that pretty finger. Would you let me do that, baby?”
I nodded, fast and eager, not quite able to get a word out thanks to his next move. His lips wrapped back around me, sucking and sucking, not stopping until my eyes were rolling into the back of my head and my other hand was clawing at his hair. We were lucky Sawyer had picked a house in the middle of nowhere, because I was being way too loud and couldn’t care less about it as my orgasm took over.
I was a panting, writhing mess by the time he was done with me. My ears were ringing, my vision nothing but white, and the only thing that sent me back down to earth was Sawyer’s body on top of mine. Tongue slipping into his mouth, my hands fisted at his hair, yanking and pulling, desperately needing him closer as I tasted myself on his tongue and lips.
“Sawyer,” I whispered against his mouth.
“You need it, baby?” he grumbled. “Need me inside you?”
Nodding a little too frantically, I clawed at his T-shirt. “So bad, Sawyer. Please.”
He got on his knees, dark eyes once again locking to the ring on my finger. He held that hand, brought it to his lips, and gave it a kiss. The feeling lingered, like his touch was still on me even as he lowered his hands to unbuckle his belt. The sound of clinking hit the air, then his zipper being pulled down, then his deep groans of what sounded like relief as he pulledhis hard length out. My eyes lowered, tongue out to give my lips a quick lick. He was so thick and long in his hand. I could see him twitching as he pumped himself just once.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he said, reaching up to cup my face, one thumb out to stroke it against my bottom lip. He tilted my chin up, our gazes meeting. “Need you looking at me when I do this. Wanna remember this forever.”
With a whimper, I nodded. My breathing hitched as we stayed like that: eyes stuck on each other, his so deep, so green, sostarved, as he pressed his swollen pink tip to my entrance, and then he was inside me. I gasped, never quite ready for how big and thick and perfect he was.
“There we go,” he said. “You gonna take me like a good girl, baby? Hm? Gonna let me fill you up?”
I whined, nodding as that sensation hit me fast. That wonderful, stretched out, too full feeling that always left me aching in the best way possible. But I needed to keep my eyes open for this. I forced myself to focus, to stare at him, keeping my hands there in his hair as he filled me up to the brim in one swift go.
“Sawyer,” I whispered, his forehead pressed to mine. “Mm, please, need it so bad. Need you. Need all of you.”
My legs wrapped around him, drawing him in closer, making sure that I had every last inch. He pumped into me, his eyes so dark, so green, so utterly unrestrained with rawness that it had me chewing at my bottom lip. I had never seen him look so intense andpossessive. Like he was claiming me right then and there even though he had done it so many years ago. He was doing it all again, making it official this time, really, truly making me all his.
“You’re all fucking mine, princess,” he said, voice gruff. “Say it. Say that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. All yours, Sawyer. Just yours. Just want you.”
“Yeah? You want this forever, baby? Because I want it so fucking bad. Nothing but you being mine. Nothing but me being yours. Nothing but loving you for the rest of my fucking life.”
He said those words at the same time he angled himself just perfectly,hitting that spot so deep inside of me. It had me arching my back, my legs tightening around him some more, so desperate to get him even closer.
“Sawyer,” I whined out, lips trembling. “Mm, I want it. Want it forever. Want… Want every one of my days to be with you.”
He groaned, the sound deep and rough. His lips crashed to mine, our tongues meeting in a heated, frantic kiss. It felt too good, too perfect, his length sliding into me, pushing in so deep. He was throbbing inside of me, my fingers laced in his hair as he took me and made me all his, and God, was I happy to be his.
“It’s ours,” he said against my lips. “This home. It’s ours forever. For you, for me. Just us. I think you’re the only one who thought I could do it. The only one who fucking believed in me from the start. I told you I could do it, didn’t I?”
I didn’t know what else to do but cry out his name. He told me from the start that he would do everything to look after me. That it was all for me, for this very moment, like it had all been leading to this. I had believed him then. I believed him now. I always would.
“You wanna be mine forever, princess?” he asked, eyes locked to mine. “Hm? You wanna be my wife?”
I nodded, wild and frantic. “That’s… Sawyer, that’s all I want. Want it so bad.”
