I was big, but she was so fucking wet it was easy going.
Only when she was sitting on my thighs did she pause.
She met my gaze. Held.
Her inner walls clenched around me, and my balls drew up.
This woman. Holy fucking hell. She was incredible. Hot. Sweet. Wild. So fucking perfect.
She began to lift up, but her action was clumsy. She didn’t have much traction on the narrow bed, so I took over, easily lifting and lowering her onto me.
Fucking her, thrusting my hips up every time I pulled her down.
I let go long enough to push her shirt up, and she grabbed it and took it off for me. I latched onto a nipple through the thin fabric of her bra then tugged down the lacy fabric of the cup to get to her bare skin.
I sucked on that pink tip as I gave over. I wasn’t in control any longer. My dick was. My need for this woman. It was so fierce. So… out of control.
“Kelsey,” I murmured.
Our breathing was loud, the wet sounds of fucking filled the room. The slap of her thighs against mine. Her whimpers.
“You feel so fucking good,” I whispered against her bouncing tit.
“Sawyer, oh my God.”
Yup, my name and God. Job done.
Her inner walls began to milk and clench around me. She was close, and I grabbed her hip, rolled her forward to ensure her clit rubbed against me.
She came within seconds, thank fuck. While I was a generous lover and ensured she came first, not once but twice, I couldn’t hold off any longer.
I was too far gone. My balls were aching to be emptied. My dick swelled, my fingers clenched on her hips. I thrust deep, held her still and spurted into the condom. Letting go and savoring the best orgasm of my life.
I wasn’t sure how long I held her or how long my forehead rested between her tits. She wasn’t saying a word.
I was so replete, so satisfied I wasn’t done. This wasn’t a quickie.
Well, it had been, so fucking hot and perfect. But I wasn’t done with Kelsey. Not by a long shot, I realized in a moment of clarity, if I ever would be.
KELSEY
“Come to the ranch tomorrow. I want to see you again.”
Sawyer’s hand rested on my thigh. He’d set it there right after he turned his truck on and hadn’t moved it since. We were just turning into the community center parking lot. Not much was said since… since he’d fucked me into silence.
I pointed to my car. It was the only one left in the lot.
I glanced at Sawyer, at the guy who’d just rocked my world. His hat was on the bench seat between us. The building’s exterior lights were all that illuminated him, but I could see his short hair was tousled. All because of my fingers. I had to wonder if he had any bald patches because when he’d been eating me out, I’d yanked pretty hard.
Thankfully, he probably couldn’t see the blush on my cheeks just thinking about what we’d done. God, it had been hot. My pussy was a little sore from the workout. I’d come twice. Twice.
I was relaxed and sated. Content.
I barely knew the guy, and besides the fact he was skilled at annoying me—and making me come—I felt safe with him.
It was a little crazy. A little scary.
“Really?” I asked. “You don’t have to. I mean, you’re paying for your own date, so I’d say we’re probably good.”
He frowned, and his eyes narrowed. “I didn’t fuck you as payment.”
Oh shit. I stuck my foot in my mouth. He pulled his hand away, but I grabbed it. “I know. I didn’t mean it that way. I mean… it was a fling. It’s fine.”
“No. That wasn’t a fling. That was a warmup. I want that date you owe me.”
“I owe you?” I released his hand, but it was his turn to grab me right back.
I laughed.
“A date, yeah.” His thumb stroked over the inside of my wrist which shot little sparks of heat through my body. The way he looked at me indicated he was serious. He wanted to take me out.
“I don’t like being beholden to a man,” I admitted.
“Beholden? It’s a date, sugar,” he replied casually.
“It’s just, the last guy did and said the same things.”
“I’m not your ex.”
“Fine.” I gave in. I wanted to see him again. I wanted more of what we’d done in the preschool.
He leaned toward me, reached out and tucked my hair back. “Fine,” he repeated, this time in a soft murmur, which threw me. We weren’t arguing any more, and I wasn’t exactly sure why we had in the first place. “Come to the ranch tomorrow. You can go for another ride.”
I stared at him open mouthed, and he grinned.
“On a horse this time.” He winked. “Then after, if you want to go all cowgirl on me again, I’m all for it. With a real bed though,” he added.
He’d been pretty creative in the preschool’s back room, so I wondered what Sawyer Manning could do to me if given some space and soft bedding.
“Okay,” I whispered. I wanted to see him again. I did. I was just a little freaked because I felt something for him and not only in my pussy.
I’d told him this didn’t mean anything. Well, it did, and that was the problem. A fling was one thing. Easy. Fun. No strings. This though, I’d somehow gotten myself all tangled up in a bunch of them without even trying. Shit.
“Tomorrow, then. I’ll pick you up.”
His words were like a bucket of ice water tossed on me. They cleared away the orgasm-induced fog and made reality return. Even though I was sleeping at the preschool, in the bed we’d just had sex on, he didn’t know that. I wasn’t going to tell him either. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t rely on someone like him, someone who seemed to be too good to be true. I’d learned the hard way they often were.
Sawyer Manning was a good guy. Sexy. Inventive. Attentive. A gentleman. Which meant I had to be careful. Really careful because it would be easy to fall for him. Heck, I was already a little bit in love with his dick.
“No,” I said.
His eyes shifted from eager to guarded. “No?”
I blinked then gave him a rushed smile. “I mean, yes to tomorrow. You don’t have to pick me up, though. I’ll drive out,” I replied.
His shoulders relaxed, and it made me feel good to see that he was relieved I’d said yes. He wanted this too.
“I had a good time tonight,” I said. The cab of his truck was like a cocoon, a little bubble from the outside world. Once I opened the door, all my problems would return.
“Just good?” he asked, resting his forehead against mine. His big hand cupped the back of my neck. The heat of his touch seeped into me.
God, the feel of him, the strength. His… solidness made me want to climb back in his lap and just be.
I huffed out a little laugh. “Just good,” I replied teasingly. This time without any of the heat or frustration I usually felt when he opened his mouth.
He growled then gave me a quick kiss. “Give me your cell before I show you better than good.”
I blinked then pulled the device from my purse and handed it to him.
His thumbs slid over it, and I heard a beep coming from his shirt pocket. He handed the phone back. “I’ll text you directions. Come after lunch.”