Page 78 of Perfectly Naïve
“Love it,” he corrects, reaching one hand behind his back and tugging his shirt off in one swift movement. The ridges of his abs beg to be caressed, but he scoots back, tugging off his pants and boxers.
My eyes flare at the sight of his hardened length. How is that cock and a knot going to fit inside of me? My core throbs with need. I guess my body has decided we’ll make it work.
Sawyer fists himself and pumps once. My gaze shoots to his face, and he smirks, releasing his shaft and crawling back onto the bed.
Heart racing, I watch my alpha crawl on top of me with nothing but excitement buzzing through my veins.
“You.” He plants his hands on either side of my body and looms over me, lips inches from mine. “Are fuckingperfect.”
Heat crawls up my neck. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He gives me a lopsided smile, lowering his hips to meet mine. It’s not fair I’m still clothed, because the panties rob me of the full heat of his cock.
“So pretty in lace for your alpha, aren’t you, baby?” He rubs himself against the damp, lacy scrap of material that clings to my skin. “So fucking wet too,” he murmurs, eyes shifting between mine. “What do you feel?”
I exhale. “Impatient.”
He chuckles, nudging my cheek with his nose and brushing his mouth over my skin. “Tell me what you feel.” He rolls his hips again. His length presses into the most sensitive parts of me, but it’s not enough. Not even close.
“An ache,” I confess. That’s barely enough to explain. I feel incomplete. The only thing that’ll fix it is Sawyer inside me.
He hums, kissing down my neck as he grinds into me.
My walls clench. “I feel empty.”
“That won’t do,” he whispers against my skin. “What does my omega want?”
His lips close around my nipple, sucking on it through the material of the bra.
I gasp and say, “You” as my back arches. My legs find their way around his waist, and I shift my hips back and forth, chasing friction.
One of his hands slips between our bodies, and he pushes the fabric aside with two fingers, driving them inside me. My mouth parts at the stretch. His thumb finds my clit, and he uses his teeth to free my breast from its lacy confines.
“Look at you,” he purrs, lips caressing over me. “So fuckingdelicious.”
I rock with the thrusting of his fingers. “Please, it’s not enough.”
He hums as he sucks on my nipple, eyes lifting to meet mine as he circles my clit a little faster.
“Please, Sawyer.”
“Patience, Liv.” My alpha worships my breast as his touch sends little zaps of pleasure through my body. He curls his fingers, pressing against that spot deep inside me and working his thumb even faster.
“Oh,” tumbles past my lips.
He purrs, the sound vibrating through my body, and gently bites my nipple. Pain and pleasure wage war inside me. Sawyer’s fingers curl again, and I grasp the sheets, tilting my hips, panting, writhing, wanting to escape the sensations bombarding my body, but he doesn’t let me. Sawyer drags me kicking and screaming to an orgasm, that wicked mouth sucking hard on my nipple as he applies more pressure against my clit.
More than I can stand. More than my body is meant to take, but when it feels like too much, like my entire body is about to break, everything coils tight before bursting. Pleasure ricochets through me, and I cry out, clinging to the only thing that makes sense—my alpha.
Sawyer coaxes me down, pulling off my breasts with a soft pop. “That was beautiful.”
“But I want more,” I confess, and somehow it’s true. He’s gifted me with countless orgasms, and here I am, ready for yet another.
“We’re not even close to done yet,” he says, sliding his fingers out of me and bringing them to my mouth. “Taste how sweet you are.”
I grab his wrist and seal my mouth around his fingers, eyes latched on to his as I swirl my tongue over his skin, cleaning them. Surprised to find that I don’t hate thetaste. His thumb swipes over my cheek, leaving a trail of moisture and his scent behind.
Every time he marks me, I want nothing more than to bear a bond mark. A permanent reminder that I belong to this pack.
