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And then my lips found hers.

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Chapter 21 – Saffron

Pensacola, Present Day

Electricity crackled between us. It’s the only way I know how to put it.
I felt it sparking in our lips, whiplashing pleasure down my spine until I
thought I’d physically jolt with the intensity of it.

His lips were married to mine, hungrily drinking in my taste. My hands,
at first held down with a lack of confidence, slowly slid up his strong, sturdy
arms. My fingertips found his cheeks, pulling him deeper into me, and I felt
his tongue twirl into my mouth. Mine met his – they slow-danced against
one another with passionate, eager force.

All this build-up.

All this anticipation.

So very fucking worth it.

Sawyer’s fingers were pulling at the hem of my shirt. I shifted my
stance just enough for him to tug it upward. Reluctantly, I pulled free from
him, arms lifting up, and he eagerly plucked the shirt from my body and let it
fall to the floor.

I wanted back in his arms. I needed my tongue against his again. But it
wasn’t fair that I was shirtless and he wasn’t. I held off just long enough to
grasp the offending layer of clothing, ripping it up his body as his washboard
abs came tantalizingly into view. His mouth was on mine before I could finish,
and he did the last part himself, tossing it down as well – all the while
crashing his lips into my own.

Chest to chest with this handsome, insatiable man, only my bra held back
my ample breasts. He pulled me into his embrace, hungrily enveloping me with
the passion of his kiss. I wasn’t sure how far we were going to go, but he
answered that thought with his fingertips – quickly unclasping my bra
from behind and sliding it off my shoulders. As it, too, tumbled to our feet,
my bosom was freed from its fabric prison.

Instead of immediately pulling free to check them out, he continued
kissing me. He palmed my cheeks, keeping my hungry lips against his. I needed
so much of him – all of him – and he was determined to savor every
last drop of this moment.

My fingertips found his belt buckle, but he pressed his lips to my neck.
I gasped as he nuzzled into my throat, his hot breath cascading across my skin.
My concentration was shattered, and I basked in his warmth.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered dressing,” he murmured into my throat.
Before I could respond in proper, his hand grasped my breast. The calloused
fingers graced the perky peak of my erect nipple, catching it between two and
pinching it between them.

Involuntarily, I let out a small gasp.

I heard a chuckle escape his lips, pressed against my skin. He continued
to squeeze my bosom, his lips lifting from my throat. I felt the warmth of his
breath flow over the folds of my ear. His teeth lightly nipped at the lobe,
tugging it gently.

“Sawyer…” I murmured softly. “God, that...
fuck
…”

Our chests heaved with the combined weight of our collective passion. I
opened my eyes to see him pull his lips back. His forehead pressed against mine
and, as my forearms limply fell upon his strong shoulders, my fingers loosely
grasped one another.

“Is this what you want?” Sawyer softly asked. “We can stop right now…”

“Do you want to?” I asked with an open, searching gaze.

There were only a couple of inches at most between our eyes. Our
attention was focused entirely on one another, pupil to pupil, and I’d never
felt anything so remotely intense in my entire life.

“Of course not,” he immediately answered. “All I want is you. It’s all
I’ve ever wanted.”

“Then have me,” I told him. “No, better than that…
take me.
”

Sawyer’s lips were on mine again in an instant, but with renewed vigor.
What was previously unbridled passion was now needful, animalistic
need
, and I reveled under the force of
it all.

His fingers grasped the button of my jeans, unclasping them. I shifted
my hips from side to side as he yanked them down my thighs, drawing them as far
down as he could reach. I pulled my hands free to lower them past my knees.
Steadying myself with a hand on his shoulder, I desperately kicked my legs free
of their denim constraint, one foot at a time.

While he kissed me, I returned my fingertips to his belt buckle,
striving to equalize the playing field. He didn’t fight me this time, and soon
I was dragging his jeans down his muscular thighs, letting him finish the rest.

Sawyer tossed me to the bed. I scooted backwards towards the pillows,
biting my bottom lip and letting him see my unhampered bosom in its bare
entirety. His eyes locked onto them, as did mine to his stunning mound.
Kneeling on the edge of the bed, his boxers strained against the tent of his
erection.

I had to see it in its entirety.

I had to
feel
it completely
inside me.

Sawyer slid into place beside me. He pulled my body onto his and we fell
once more into a deep, passionate kiss. I tasted his tongue, keeping mine
against his while he explored my body. Sawyer cupped my ass with powerful
hands; his fingernails scratched down my spine. I felt his huge erection
against me – it yearned for release.

Only two thin layers of fabric between us.

I sat up, straddling his hips. My palms slid across his chiseled chest,
feeling the firmness of his pectorals. He was rock-hard beneath me, in more
places than one, and I could feel that I was wetter than ever before.

“Are you ready?” He asked me, lovingly.

I nodded, shifting down his legs enough to uncover his boxers. My palms
slid firmly down his rippling, washboard abs until they felt fabric.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband.

My fingers tugged it down his hips.

His huge cock sprung to life.

It was massive – way bigger than anything I’d ever been with.
 
Not only was it achingly long, it held a
generous girth – complemented by a large pair of balls. The sheer size of
his package almost startled me.
How can
anyone handle THIS?

My sheer confidence threatened to dissipate at the very sight of it, but
I didn’t skip a beat. He moved beneath me, letting me pull his boxers down his
knees and off of his ankles. Half out of lust, half out of wanton curiosity, I
cautiously grasped the shaft and gave it a few strong strokes. He immediately
settled his head back into the pillows and rewarded me with a meaningful groan
of contentment.

I continued to stroke him off, intimidated by the generous dimensions of
his lustful weapon. Sawyer’s fingertips dug into the bedding on either side,
giving me the confidence to go on.

His enjoyment flickered my arousal into a full blaze. Scooting down his
body, I kept stroking him but lowered my face towards the bulbous head. There
was a bead of pre-cum forming at the small slit – I lapped the droplet up
with my tongue, savouring its salty power. While it slid down my throat, I held
his cock firmly within my grasp, cautiously lowering my lips around it.

“Saffie…
fuck
…” He groaned with
pleasure.

“Mmmhh…” I moaned, feeling the helmet slide against my tongue. My lips
pushed further down his shaft, parted around his erect passion.

While I wasn’t
incredibly
experienced
by any stretch of the imagination, I had given a few blowjobs before. But
this…this was something new. It had always been a chore before – my mind
had sometimes wandered, as I grew bored with the experience.

That didn’t happen.

Instead, I was fully in the moment, paying attention to every subtle
little change of his body. Every catch of his breath, every tense squeeze of
his muscles, the slight adjustments to his groaning – it was all as if I
were playing a complicated, living instrument that responded to my lips.

My head bobbed on his cock as my tongue slid along the shaft. His
fingers were in my hair now, but he didn’t try and push me down the punishing
length. Instead, he pulled my hair up, allowing me to focus on pleasing him
and, vicariously, pleasing myself. His fingers moved with the motions of my
head, not holding me down.

Sawyer was allowing me to set my own rhythm.

Judging by the deep, passionate rumblings from his chest, he was
particularly satisfied with what I had settled on.

I continued to stroke him while my lips pistoned up and down his
generous cock. I could feel his thighs twitching beneath me, his body writhing
with pleasure.

But he needed more.

We both did.

His hands guided me back off of his cock, and he pulled me free from his
body. Settling into the bedding beside him, it was his turn to climb on top,
nuzzling his lips into my throat before peppering a trail of kisses down my
body. I felt him kiss my bosom, my abdomen, all the way down to the prize
between my thighs…but he didn’t stop there, teasing me by redirecting his
attention. I felt his lips on the inner flesh of one thigh – now the
other – and all the while, refusing to taste what I really wanted him to.

“Sawyer…” I murmured his name again – I loved how it felt on my
lips. It felt wholesome. It felt
right
.

It was my turn to grasp hair. My fingers threaded through his follicles,
and I urged him where I needed him to be. He didn’t fight me as I pulled his
lips to my wet pussy, feeling his tongue slide inside.

“Oh god…”

It felt absolutely incredible.

Sawyer set to work tasting me, exploring my soaked chasm with his firm,
wet tongue. He lapped up my juices, sliding his shoulders beneath my thighs and
pulling me down a few inches closer. I settled into place as he worked his
magic, marrying tongue to my inner folds in unrestrained passion.

I had no reservations about pulling his hair harder, riding his tongue
inside me. He slid his lips upward – within mere seconds, he was sucking
on my clit, drawing it against his tongue.

“Fuck…oh,
fuck
…that’s
so…
FUCK, Sawyer…
”

I felt a slight vibration against my clit – he was chuckling, and
my fingers lost their grip on his hair. Instead, they followed his lead from
earlier – diving straight into the bedding on either side, my arms fully
outstretched.

Unbridled pleasure whiplashed down my spine. My back arched with the
very intensity of it, and he adjusted his lips against me, flicking the
engorged bead of my lust with the firm tip of his tongue.

“Sawyer, I’m gonna…oh god, don’t stop…”

He followed my command. My hands grasped at my breasts now, squeezing my
nipples as he continued to work his hot mouth between my thighs.

I could feel the impending climax build, higher
and higher…

“Sawyer – don’t –
fuck!
”

My body went rigid, racked with pleasure. The building wave exploded in
a crescendo as the orgasm struck my body. Limbs stiffened, moans erupted, and
my mind completely emptied as the climax bore down upon me.

I was shattered to my very core.

A heaping, writhing mess of bliss and limbs.

The climax subsided, and my tension seeped from my joints. With my limbs
collapsing on the bed, I felt on top of the entire world.

Sawyer pulled his lips free from my wet, fulfilled pussy. He slid up my
body and crashed them against my own as I pulled him into a deep, loving
embrace.

But we weren’t done yet…far from it. I still needed him inside me.

No matter how terrifying the prospect was.

Sawyer felt the same way, judging by how he disentangled himself from me
a minute later. Asserting the position between my legs, he grasped his powerful
weapon in his fist. Meeting my gaze, he rubbed the helmet against my slit,
teasing my nerve endings with impending fulfillment.