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And then his lips crashed over hers
His hands roamed over her body, deliberately tracing the places where she was most sensitive, where even the slightest touch made her tremble.
A startled gasp left her lips, but he silenced it with his mouth, crashing into hers with a hunger that sent a shiver down her spine.
His hands gripped her waist, keeping her pressed against him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue teased, coaxed, and demanded more, and Ellie couldn’t stop herself from melting into him.
She barely had a second to breathe before his lips left hers and traveled down her neck, hot and urgent. He kissed, licked, and nipped at the soft skin, drawing out a sharp inhale from her. The scent of her—sweet and intoxicating—wrapped around him, making his blood run hotter.
Ellie arched against him, her fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer. The low growl he let out sent a thrill through her.
“Sawyer…” Her voice was breathless, a mix of frustration and longing, and it only made him hungrier.
His hands roamed her curves, his lips finding hers again in a kiss that left her dizzy. She clung to him, her heart racing as he pressed her deeper into the couch.
His head lifted, a thin string of saliva connecting their parted lips, carrying the taste of her. His gaze darkened as it roamed over her exposed skin, drinking in every inch of her. Then, with a slow touch, he spread his hands over her full breasts, squeezing them possessively.
He pressed her breasts together, deepening her already generous cleavage. Just as she took a shaky breath, he bent down, claiming her sensitive buds with his lips, teeth, and tongue. A moan escaped her before she could stop it, and her back arched as she instinctively pressed closer.
His mouth claimed her swollen peaks with a feverish hunger. His hands kneaded and explored, finding the spots that made her gasp, teasing her mercilessly.
She whimpered, writhing beneath his touch.
A smirk tugged at his lips, his fingers trailing down her sides, grazing the delicate skin of her waist before teasing the dip of her hip.
Before she could recover, he spun her around, pressing her upper body on the couch, revealing the soft curve of her ass that was barely covered by black cotton panties.
His fingers traced up the back of her thigh, slipping between her legs to brush over the damp heat at her center.
“Sawyer…” she moaned, her voice betraying her resolve to not let him take control over her.
His fingers moved with expert precision, teasing her over the thin fabric. “You’re already wet,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck.
Ellie squeezed her eyes shut, embarrassment flooding her. “Don’t rub me there,” she pleaded, though her body trembled against him.
Ignoring her weak protest, Sawyer pushed her panties aside, slipping a single finger into her wet heat.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips. “Sawyer…”
“You want me, Ellie?” His voice was husky, teasing, as he slid deeper, curling his finger inside her.
“No,” she whimpered, her legs shaking.
His fingers moved in slow, deliberate strokes, drawing out her pleasure. “Are you sure?”
Pleasure curled deep in her belly. His fingers stroked her most sensitive spot, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Sawyer, I’m going to… fuck!”
Just as she felt herself about to shatter, he withdrew his hand.
“No!” she cried out, her body trembling with unfulfilled need.
Sawyer smirked at her desperation. “Stay still.”
She watched, dazed, as he gently palmed her breasts, lifting them up. The added pressure made her gasp, her nipples pebbling from the sensation.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze hungry as he took in her flushed body.