“What’s your fantasy, Kennedy?”
Her eyes trailed down his chest, his stomach, then stopping to linger on his cock. “I think you’ve completed my fantasy already.”
“Yeah? You don’t have something lurking down deep, something that you’ve always been curious about, but never thought you’d do?”
“Probably not,” she said with a chuckle. “But I get the feeling you do.”
“Lay down on your side,” he instructed and rolled to his side. “Facing the bathroom.”
Kennedy dropped to the bed, lying on her left side facing the bathroom door, her back to his chest. Sawyer eased up behind her and lifted her leg, dragging his cock against her slick folds before lining up the head with her entrance. He eased inside her slowly until Kennedy moaned, her pussy clamping down on him. At this angle, she was unbelievably tight.
“Oh, God, that’s good,” she said on another moan.
“You like it?” Sawyer lifted her leg a little higher when he pushed into her again, keeping his thrusts deep and slow. He wasn’t in a hurry, rather wanting to enjoy every fucking second of being deep inside her.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “But you’re going too slow.”
Sawyer ignored her, continuing to fuck her slowly, driving in deep, pausing, and then pulling out. When she leaned against him, trying to get closer, he kissed her shoulder, her arm, enjoying the way she was purring.
“Roll onto your stomach,” he whispered against her ear.
When she moved, he moved with her, never dislodging from her body.
“Keep your legs together,” he instructed.
Sawyer adjusted his position so that he was kneeling over her thighs, his cock tucked between her legs and inside her. Leaning forward, he gripped her legs with the inside of his thighs, pushing deep.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, nipping her ear. “Your pussy’s so tight.”
“Don’t stop,” Kennedy pleaded.
“You like when I take it slow? The way my cock tunnels into you?”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “So much.”
Sawyer continued the brutally slow pace, driving his own need higher and higher until he had to stop momentarily to keep from coming. He wasn’t ready. Not yet.
Kennedy was the first woman he’d had in his bed, the only woman he’d ever wanted there, and he didn’t want this moment to end. If he could have, he would’ve made love to her all damn night.
Pulling out of her, Sawyer gripped her hips and pulled her back. “Keep your chest on the bed,” he instructed, easing his knees between her thighs and pushing them open. Without hesitation, he pushed his dick inside her again, this time going slow and pausing when he was buried to the hilt.
With her in that position, he had access to other parts of her body. Parts he bet Kennedy hadn’t thought much about. Yet.
Kneeling directly behind her, Sawyer separated her ass cheeks, brushing his thumb down the crease and over her asshole, stopping to tease her briefly while he pumped his hips.
“One day, I wanna fuck you right here,” he told her, prodding her asshole with the blunt tip of his finger, not pushing into her, just teasing her. “Have you ever had your ass fucked?”
“No,” Kennedy moaned as she rocked back against his hand. “Oh, God. That feels good.”
“You want that? You want me to bury myself in your ass, Kennedy?”
“Yes,” she said, surprising the fuck out of him by how easily she agreed.
“Well, if you’re a good girl, one day I’ll bury my dick right here.” He continued to tease her with the tip of his finger while he began to buck his hips faster.
When the friction became too much, Sawyer resorted to gripping her hips and pulling her toward him while he increased the pace. The idea of fucking her ass, possessing her in ways no man ever had or would . . . It was nearly too much.
“Faster,” Kennedy begged. “Harder.”
Sawyer gave her exactly what she requested, slamming into her over and over, faster, harder, until his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. And when her pussy tightened around him, he growled, unable to hold back. He came in a rush, harder than he had in her mouth earlier. All while thinking about all the wicked things he wanted to do to this woman.
chapter TWENTY
Sex with Sawyer was . . . incredible. So much so, that Kennedy had spent the better part of the week looking forward to every single second she could be with him. It was so amazing, Kennedy had found herself immersed in the man, spending as much time with him as she could when they weren’t working. They’d begun to alternate between staying at her house and staying at his. Regardless, they’d started including Buster in the plans, and Kennedy had even purchased him a bed for when they stayed over at her house.