Page 42 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
Reaching down he cups my ass, hoisting me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck. The belt, that holds the denim low on his lean hips, hits me right where I need to feel friction. Moaning, I grind myself against the buckle, trying to relieve my ache.
Sawyer rips his mouth away and I gasp for air as he trails hot, wet kisses down my throat. “Jesus, you taste even fucking better than I remember.”
I want to tell him the same thing, but all I can manage is incoherent noises because too many sensations are tearing through my body to form any words. By the chuckle he lets out, he knows it. Walking us over to the couch, he lays me down gently, his big hard body coming on top of mine. My fingers twine in his silky strands, as he trails those sexy lips of his down my neck to my collarbone.
His hand cups my breast through my thin tank top. “Sawyer,” moaning his name, I raise my hips connecting with his hard cock.
He groans, “Fuck, Grace, I’ve waited so fucking long to touch you… lift up, baby.” He sits up just enough to lift my tank top over my head. Lying back down, I watch him stare at me and can’t decipher his expression. Looking down, I turn red when I realize what bra I’m wearing: just a plain white cotton one with cherries on it.
Well darn!
Of course I couldn’t be wearin’ any of my sexier stuff… I clear my throat, “Uh, I didn’t think we were gonna be doin’ this, otherwise I would have worn a different bra.”
When he grins down at me in amusement I close my eyes and groan. “Shut up, Grace,” I mumble quietly to myself.
This makes him chuckle. “Baby, you’re fucking sexy. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing because it’s coming off anyways.”
I giggle, but it turns into a moan when he leans down and kisses me again with that delicious mouth of his. Soon his warm, rough hand runs up my stomach and flicks open the front clasp of my bra, baring me to his stare. Insecurity has me wanting to cover myself. I imagine he’s been with some real beautiful women.
A growl erupts from his chest, “You’re fucking perfect.” Leaning down he closes his hot, wet mouth over my aching nipple and any insecurity I had flies right out the window.
“Oh!” I cry out in pleasure as he sucks and nips at the tight bud. I arch into his mouth as he goes back and forth between my breasts, tormenting my nipples.
I grab at his shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin against mine. “Take off your shirt.”
He groans and lifts his mouth from my breast. “No, baby. If I take my shirt off, and feel you against my body, everything else will end up following and tonight is just for you.”
Before I can argue he puts his mouth back on my breast and sucks so hard that pain and pleasure become one. “Ah! Sawyer!” I cry out his name, the ache between my legs beginning to feel like torture. I raise my hips into his erection, desperately seeking relief. Suddenly I start to feel a delicious sensation I’ve never felt before, one that has my tummy pulling tight.
“Oh no you fucking don’t!” He pulls his hard cock away from my efforts, making me whimper in disappointment. He brings his mouth to my ear, “You are not going to take away the pleasure of me touching your sweet pussy myself, baby.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth he reaches down and cups me through my shorts. I gasp and he growls, “Jesus, you’re fucking wet! You’re so ready for me to touch you, aren’t you, Grace?”
Oh boy, am I ever.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me you’re ready for my touch.”
“I’m ready,” I pant breathlessly, “I’m really, really ready.”
Chuckling, he slips his hand into my underwear, and freezes. His head rears back in shock, “You fucking wax?”
Uh, is that good or bad? … I clear my throat, “Umm, yes?”
He lets out a half-chuckle, half-groan, “Fuck I never expected that.” He sees me watching him, unsure. “It’s good, baby, really fucking good. So good in fact that this shit’s coming off now.”
Pulling his hand from my shorts he grabs the waistband and begins to slide them down, bringing my panties with it. His eyes turn molten as my most sensitive part is bared to him. I feel extremely exposed, especially since he’s still fully dressed. I attempt to close my legs from his stare but he grabs my knees and forces them open. “Don’t hide yourself from me, Grace, you’re fucking beautiful.”
And when he looks at me like this, I believe him. Grabbing his shirt, I pull him back on top of me. He infuses his mouth with mine again, and this time I give back just as good as I get, our tongues sliding together in a wild tangle. He trails a finger up the inside of my thigh towards my center, then runs it through my wet slit. When he grazes my clit, electricity shoots through my body. I cry out, and would have flown off the couch if it weren’t for his hard body pinning me in place.
“Fuck you’re soaked.” I shiver from his rough voice in my ear. Once his fingers are lubed he inserts one inside of me, then quickly another, and lets out a tortured groan, “And so fucking tight.”
I gasp and whimper in pleasure, his big fingers stretching and filling me in the best way.
“It feels good, baby, doesn’t it? Just wait until it’s my cock invading this sweet, tight pussy of yours. It will feel so fucking incredible, Grace, you will beg for more.”
Oh I don’t doubt it. That arrogant, dirty mouth of his is already making me want to beg for more.
Bracing one arm on the couch behind my head, Sawyer rises up so he can look down at what he’s doing to me. “Watch, baby, watch my fingers fuck your sweet pussy.”
