Page 60 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
“Oh god!” cries and moans of pleasure spill from my lips. So many sensations flood me as his tongue moves in me skillfully. He eats me like he can’t get enough. I have no idea how much time passes, it could be seconds or minutes, I am too lost in it all to know or care. But all too soon that delicious tightening starts low in my tummy, I don’t know how Sawyer always seems to know when I’m close, but he does. Keeping me braced against the wall, with my legs over his shoulders, he reaches both his hands up and cups my breasts, tweaking and pinching my sensitive nipples, just bordering my pain threshold. When the sensation shoots to my clit he sucks the swollen bud into his mouth, which sends me over the edge.
I scream and sob out the intensity of my orgasm. Words leave my mouth, but I’m not really sure what because my mind and body is completely lost in oblivion. I’m pretty sure it was a whole lot of ‘Oh my gods’ and ‘Sawyers’ that spill past my lips. He keeps his mouth on me, drinking every bit of my pleasure, until I’m soft and limp.
As he removes his mouth from me, he drags his lips down the inside of my thigh, planting gentle kisses along my smooth skin. I figure I should remove my legs from his shoulders but my body feels too much like Jell-O to do much of anythin’ at the moment. Turns out I don’t have to worry about it though, because seconds later Sawyer brings my legs from around his shoulders. Instead of planting my feet on the ground, he wraps them around his waist as he stands up. Winding my arms around his neck, we stare at each other for a moment in the dark silence. Need consumes his gaze but so does something else, something that has my heart flaring with hope and flooding with warmth. Keeping one arm around his neck I bring my other hand up to cup the side of his face. I trace my thumb along his soft, warm lips before I bring my mouth to his. The kiss is tender, slow and long; so long that I have to reluctantly pull back to take a breath. Keeping my hand on the side of his face, I rest my forehead against his, “I want you, Sawyer… all of you.”
His eyes turn darker, which I didn’t think was possible. Without responding he carries me over to the big king-size bed, the whole time keeping his burning gaze trained on mine. Laying me down gently, he comes on top of me, his hot, hard body crushing my soft one. He leans in and kisses me with a desperation that matches my own. I run my hands all over his defined body, feeling his muscles flex wherever I touch. I moan when he cups my already sensitive nipples, but he applies just the right amount of pressure that it brings a whole new ache to life between my thighs. Lifting my hips, I grind myself against his jean-clad erection.
Cursing, he leans up on one arm and reaches between us with the other to undo his belt. I bring my hands down to help, desperately needing to feel him. As soon as his belt and button come undone I reach in and grasp him firmly, my hand isn’t big enough to fully wrap around him.
“Fuck!” he groans, pumping his hard, smooth cock into my hand. I watch his head fall back and his jaw clench with restraint. Leaning up, I trail my tongue along his neck down to his chest, until my lips come to rest over his seal tattoo. I bring my feet up to his hips and push his pants, along with his underwear, down his legs. Looking down between us, I watch as his strokes quicken while fucking my hand. Pre-cum leaks from the tip; taking my thumb I swirl it over the smooth tip.
“Shit!” he rips my hands away from him and pins them over my head. The wild look in his eyes has fire, and a little bit of apprehension, running through me. “Jesus, Grace, I’m trying so fucking hard not to rush this, but I’m not sure I can’t. I need you so goddamn bad.”
“Then take me,” the words slip past my lips without any thought, which I’m not sure is such a good thing.
Growling, he reaches down and hooks his arm under one of my knees, giving him more access to line himself up to my wet and aching entrance.
Suddenly he freezes, “Shit, the fucking condom. Jesus, I can’t believe I almost forgot.”
I grasp his hard biceps, stopping him before he can go retrieve one. He looks down at me in question. I lick my lips nervously, “Um, I’m on the pill and I’m clean,” he smirks when I say the last part, “so if you’re clean, well… we don’t really have to use one.”
That might be dumb of me to say, but I want nothing between us, I want everything I feel to be all him. I also believe Sawyer would always be honest with me and never jeopardize my health.
He rests his forehead against mine, “Yeah, baby, I’m clean. I have always used a condom before. So if you’re sure, Grace, then I want nothing more than to feel your sweet, hot pussy on my bare cock.”
His erotic words have me clenching in need. “Yes, I’m sure.”
He stares at me for another second before pressing a tender kiss to my forehead that has my heart melting, then raising up he drives himself deep inside of me with one quick thrust. Agony and ecstasy slam into me, stealing the breath from my lungs.
“Holy fuck!” Sawyer groans with pleasure.
My legs lock around his hips and my arms around his shoulders. Rising up, I bury my face in his neck, trying to breathe through the fullness of him being inside of me.
