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She screams my name, hands clenching in my hair as I bury myself in her pussy.

I head straight for her clit, knowing what she likes at this point.

This isn’t about teasing. It’s about getting her there.

About making her feel like she’s on top of the world and that this was never something to be uneasy about .

Then again, all that helped lead her here to me. It’s the reason that I’m the one who is here, getting to help her discover herself in this way.

I continue licking and sucking, wanting nothing more than to push her over the edge. My fingers find the magical spot inside her, the one that we discovered sends her soaring, so I give it a tap, right along with a flick to her clit. And that’s all she needs.

“Faaaaaa!”

Sawyer screams, louder than I’ve ever heard, her body going rigid underneath me. I don’t let up though, continuing my efforts through her climax, making sure to wring every last inch of it from her.

When she fully comes down, muscles relaxing under my grip, I move up her body, kissing her softly. Her serene smile feels good against my lips, but not quite as good as the grip she has on my dick.

“Now, will you fuck me?”

It’s much more of a demand this time, making her that much more irresistible. Kissing her again, harder this time, I reach for the bedside drawer, pulling out the little foil packet and ripping it open with my teeth.

“Absolutely.”

I’m suited up and ready in no time, flipping us over so that she’s on top. Taking a minute to admire the view, I run my hands up and down her torso, wondering for what must be the millionth time how I got lucky enough to be the one Sawyer trusted. To be the one who gets to see this side of her.

Lining myself up underneath her, I hold still, lifting her hips. “You have more control this way—” She starts to cut me off, but I keep talking, not letting her. “Don’t you worry, baby, we’ll get to that , but to start, we’re gonna go nice and slow.”

Sawyer nods, then slowly sinks down onto my cock. For a split second, my vision goes fuzzy, an overload of pleasure smashing into me. Her warm, wet heat envelops me, welcoming me home, like this is where I was always meant to be.

More than that, Sawyer’s normally deep brown eyes are a different color. A new shade I can’t describe. But it’s warmer and deeper and richer somehow. Weaving its way into my heart and soul, never to let go. They’re a color that will always belong to me.

“Anton…” she whispers.

“I’m right here,” I tell her, taking her hands and interlacing our fingers. She squeezes them, letting out a shuddered sigh.

Then she moves.

Using our interlocked hands for leverage, she grinds against me, and nothing else matters.

Everything else falls away. The outside world ceases to exist, and every other worry we have with it.

There’s no bad peach season, or saplings that might not make it.

No new job to apply for. No bets with family members or little sister’s weddings. Nothing but me and her.

My body heats up, every one of my nerve endings coming to life all at once, as Sawyer continues, her luscious body on display as she rocks against me. I hiss, letting go of her hands to pull her in closer, kissing her at first, then moving to her breast, knowing just how sensitive her nipples are.

Sawyer cries out as I take a taut peak in my mouth, grazing my teeth across the nub, then picks up her pace.

We’re a mess of limbs and movements as we continue, finding a rhythm that works, letting our bodies do all the talking.

Because there’s no doubt that words would fail right now. Despite all the things I want to say.

“Anton,” Sawyer whispers, my name like a prayer on her lips. “I think…I might… ”

“You gonna come, beautiful?” I ask, my balls tightening at the thought of her coming on my dick. So much so, I can feel the telltale tingle start building at the base of my spine, and if I’m not careful, I’ll arrive at the party before she does. “You going to come on my cock…”

“I want…I…”

“Do it, Sawyer,” I nudge. “Come on my cock…”

“Ah…I…”

She picks up the pace again, eyes fluttering closed. She’s focused, determined, but needs more. I reach between us, thumb finding her clit, circling it gently.

“Fuck!”

“You like that? You like when I play with your pretty pussy while fucking you?”

Throwing her head back, Sawyer lets out a silent scream, her pussy clamping down on my dick.

I thrust harder, deeper, wanting to make sure I hit her in all the right spots.

It’s not long though before my own orgasm slams into me, like a wrecking ball, and it’s all I can do to hold on for dear life. Hold on forever.

Silence surrounds us, the morning sun shifting in the sky, streaming through the window and onto the bed, hitting me right in the eye as I collapse all the way back. My chest heaves, Sawyer’s beautiful hair fanned out across it, my breath trying to refill my lungs.

It’s a long moment before we move, Sawyer finally looking up, her face still flushed, looking good and thoroughly fucked.

“So, that’s what it’s supposed to be like…”

I chuckle. Yes, Sawyer, that is what it’s supposed to be like…

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well then…”

Well then is right. To the point where I’m not sure there is any coming back from that.

One more reason not to date— because even though sex is few and far between, it’s also meaningless.

So, an orgasm is just an orgasm, not an earth-shattering experience that has you questioning whether or not you can change around your home office layout to accommodate someone else.

Much less whether or not there is enough closet space.

“See, nothing to be afraid of.”

Sawyer rolls off of me, and I groan, missing the feel of her instantly.

“I told you, it’s not that I was scared scared, just that…I’ve never enjoyed it. Wanted to, but…past experiences left me believing it was all hype. You proved otherwise.”

“You were definitely afraid of letting me taste you,” I remind her.

“Okay, that…” She sighs, turning onto her side to face me. Dragging her finger in between my pecs, she’s quiet for a moment. “Yeah, that was scary. It’s a weirdly intimate thing, and…it freaked me out. I’ve never trusted someone enough to let them try.”

“Thank you for trusting me.” My heart squeezes, and I hope she knows how much I mean it. How much she means. “You embraced reciprocation much quicker than I anticipated.”

“That’s different,” she dismisses.

I shift, looking her directly in the eye, making sure she hears and understands every bit of what I’m about to say. “Not at all, beautiful. Not. At. All. ”

“Oh.”

She blushes again, resting her head on my chest. I hold her there, in no rush to move or do anything other than stay right as we are.

“I know you said that you have to call Alex at some point…” she says a while later, still slowly, aimlessly, running her finger along my chest. The light touch tickles my skin, bu t I don’t dare tell her to stop. “But after you do that, do you think…”

“What?”

“We could do it again?”

Fuck, yes…