"When you're really made out of piss and vinegar," I finished her sentence for her.
"I have no idea what that means," she said with a small laugh and a sniffle. “I was just going to say that I’m not.”
"It means that you're a force to be reckoned with. I know that, Say." I brushed off a tendril of wild hair that had fallen into my eyes. "I knew it the first moment I saw you on that road and it was confirmed when you came walking through my clearing."
She stood on her tiptoes. Craning her neck, she smiled against the skin below my ear and whispered. "It's my clearing too."
My chuckle turned into an all-out laugh as I picked me up and carried her over to a table. "I was right." I brushed a quick kiss across her lips. "All piss and vinegar."
I cupped her cheek and she leaned into my touch. Her eyes were still watery. Sad. My heart lurched in my chest. "What can I do to make this better?" I asked, swiping my thumb over her tears.
"I saw the tings tonight. The ones you'd hung for me. Right before the whole...thing with my mother." She flashed me a sad smile. "Thank you."
"It was just the truth. I actually hung them weeks ago.” I sucked in a deep breath. “I'd do anything for you, Say. Tell me, what I can do for you now? I hate seeing you like this."
Sawyer thought for a moment. "I just don't want to think about it right now. Any of it. I just want a second to breathe. To think about something else. To disappear from reality. To feel...anything else. Just for a little while." Fresh tears pooled in her eyes and I could feel the pain tightening in my chest.
Anger bubbled to the surface and I found myself clenching my fists to fight off this invisible beast of the past tormenting my girl from the inside out.
"Just take it away, Finn. Just take it all away," she whispered, placing her small hand on my chest and looked up at me with pleading eyes.
I sucked in a shaky breath. "Tell me, Say. Tell me what you want and it's yours," I whispered, pressing my lips against her neck right below her ear.
She trembled against me. The tiny hairs on her neck stood on end. Her quick intake of breath when I grazed my teeth over her skin made my pulse pound loudly in my ears. I trailed my lips to her jaw.
"I...I want..." she stammered.
"Tell me. Do you want me, Say? Do you want me to fuck you? Make you come hard that you'll forget everything, including your own name?" I threaded my fingers through her wild cascading hair. "I can do that. I can make your body feel so good that your mind can rest a while."
"Yes," she said on a moan. When our eyes connected, there was lust there as well as embarrassment at her confession when she looked away to her feet. Her face reddened.
"Look at me." I tilted her face up by her chin to make sure our eyes met once again.
She complied, but there was still hesitation in her gaze. Shame.
"What we do? Me and you?" I asked, pointing between us. "It's not shameful. The way we make each other feel? It's fucking beautiful. The most fucking beautiful thing I've ever experienced. Don't ever feel ashamed to tell me what you want. To ask me for it. I love that you want me, Say."
I took her wrist and guided her hand to the front of my jeans so she could feel for herself that what I was saying was true. "Feel for yourself what you do to me.”
She sucked in a sharp breath.
“You wanting me to take away your pain for just a few minutes this way is the most precious gift you could ever give me and not just your body. Your trust.” I placed a soft kiss on her eyebrow. Her temple. Her cheek.
Her pulse quickened.
“Thank you for trusting me," I whispered before kissing her lips until we were both moaning into one another’s mouths. Her soft pink lips opened for me and her tongue greedily searched for mine as I snaked my hand up her thigh into her panties. Groaning when I found her soaking wet and ready for me, but I still needed to hear the words. " I'll give you what you need. Always. Just tell me what you want and it's yours."
"How?" she breathed, craning her neck to me. Our foreheads rested against one another as we breathed in each other's air. I was ready for her. To be with her. Inside of her. But I needed her to say the words.
"Repeat after me." I held her gaze. "I want you."
"I want you," she repeated on a whisper. I saw the raw desire in her eyes and I knew it mirrored my own.
She trembled and her eyes shut. "Look at me," I demanded. When she did, I kissed her again. Deeply, crazily. Like my life depended on keeping my mouth connected to her in some way.
I swallowed hard. "Good girl," I praised, nipping her earlobe into my mouth. I traced my thumb over her nipple through her shirt and her back arched, pushing her chest against mine. I chuckled against her neck. "Now say, Fuck me, Finn."
My eyes went to her throat where I could see her pulse quicken beneath her smooth skin. She twisted her pouty pink lips. Her hesitation only lasted a second before she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down closer so that the tips of our noses touched. Her lips feathered against mine. "Fuck me, Finn."
"Yes," I growled.
I may have been the one who told her to say those words but hearing them out of her mouth caused the raging inferno of lust within me to explode beyond control. I had a feeling I'd be hearing those words on repeat in my head for the rest of my life.
Fuck me, Finn.
I lifted her up onto the nearest table and pushed her onto her back. I tore her panties off in one tug and while I devoured her with my eyes, I somehow managed to concentrate enough to unbuckle my belt and push my jeans down over my ass, freeing my throbbing cock.
Sawyer moaned when I parted her legs, stepping between them. The sound was pure fucking heaven. Our tongues danced while we drank each other in. I savored the way her body felt against mine. Hard against soft. I dug my fingers into the flesh of her perfectly round ass before moving them to her pussy where I parted her warm wet folds and strummed her swollen clit because Sawyer was my instrument of choice and only I knew how to play her to perfection.
The look on Sawyer's face when I inserted a finger inside of her was as if I'd just given her a drug. She was high on the pleasure. Her lids were heavy. Her pupils large and dark. I was dead set on making sure I wrung every bit of pleasure from her gorgeous body and I gave her exactly what she’d asked me for.
"I have no idea what that means," she said with a small laugh and a sniffle. “I was just going to say that I’m not.”
"It means that you're a force to be reckoned with. I know that, Say." I brushed off a tendril of wild hair that had fallen into my eyes. "I knew it the first moment I saw you on that road and it was confirmed when you came walking through my clearing."
She stood on her tiptoes. Craning her neck, she smiled against the skin below my ear and whispered. "It's my clearing too."
My chuckle turned into an all-out laugh as I picked me up and carried her over to a table. "I was right." I brushed a quick kiss across her lips. "All piss and vinegar."
I cupped her cheek and she leaned into my touch. Her eyes were still watery. Sad. My heart lurched in my chest. "What can I do to make this better?" I asked, swiping my thumb over her tears.
"I saw the tings tonight. The ones you'd hung for me. Right before the whole...thing with my mother." She flashed me a sad smile. "Thank you."
"It was just the truth. I actually hung them weeks ago.” I sucked in a deep breath. “I'd do anything for you, Say. Tell me, what I can do for you now? I hate seeing you like this."
Sawyer thought for a moment. "I just don't want to think about it right now. Any of it. I just want a second to breathe. To think about something else. To disappear from reality. To feel...anything else. Just for a little while." Fresh tears pooled in her eyes and I could feel the pain tightening in my chest.
Anger bubbled to the surface and I found myself clenching my fists to fight off this invisible beast of the past tormenting my girl from the inside out.
"Just take it away, Finn. Just take it all away," she whispered, placing her small hand on my chest and looked up at me with pleading eyes.
I sucked in a shaky breath. "Tell me, Say. Tell me what you want and it's yours," I whispered, pressing my lips against her neck right below her ear.
She trembled against me. The tiny hairs on her neck stood on end. Her quick intake of breath when I grazed my teeth over her skin made my pulse pound loudly in my ears. I trailed my lips to her jaw.
"I...I want..." she stammered.
"Tell me. Do you want me, Say? Do you want me to fuck you? Make you come hard that you'll forget everything, including your own name?" I threaded my fingers through her wild cascading hair. "I can do that. I can make your body feel so good that your mind can rest a while."
"Yes," she said on a moan. When our eyes connected, there was lust there as well as embarrassment at her confession when she looked away to her feet. Her face reddened.
"Look at me." I tilted her face up by her chin to make sure our eyes met once again.
She complied, but there was still hesitation in her gaze. Shame.
"What we do? Me and you?" I asked, pointing between us. "It's not shameful. The way we make each other feel? It's fucking beautiful. The most fucking beautiful thing I've ever experienced. Don't ever feel ashamed to tell me what you want. To ask me for it. I love that you want me, Say."
I took her wrist and guided her hand to the front of my jeans so she could feel for herself that what I was saying was true. "Feel for yourself what you do to me.”
She sucked in a sharp breath.
“You wanting me to take away your pain for just a few minutes this way is the most precious gift you could ever give me and not just your body. Your trust.” I placed a soft kiss on her eyebrow. Her temple. Her cheek.
Her pulse quickened.
“Thank you for trusting me," I whispered before kissing her lips until we were both moaning into one another’s mouths. Her soft pink lips opened for me and her tongue greedily searched for mine as I snaked my hand up her thigh into her panties. Groaning when I found her soaking wet and ready for me, but I still needed to hear the words. " I'll give you what you need. Always. Just tell me what you want and it's yours."
"How?" she breathed, craning her neck to me. Our foreheads rested against one another as we breathed in each other's air. I was ready for her. To be with her. Inside of her. But I needed her to say the words.
"Repeat after me." I held her gaze. "I want you."
"I want you," she repeated on a whisper. I saw the raw desire in her eyes and I knew it mirrored my own.
She trembled and her eyes shut. "Look at me," I demanded. When she did, I kissed her again. Deeply, crazily. Like my life depended on keeping my mouth connected to her in some way.
I swallowed hard. "Good girl," I praised, nipping her earlobe into my mouth. I traced my thumb over her nipple through her shirt and her back arched, pushing her chest against mine. I chuckled against her neck. "Now say, Fuck me, Finn."
My eyes went to her throat where I could see her pulse quicken beneath her smooth skin. She twisted her pouty pink lips. Her hesitation only lasted a second before she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down closer so that the tips of our noses touched. Her lips feathered against mine. "Fuck me, Finn."
"Yes," I growled.
I may have been the one who told her to say those words but hearing them out of her mouth caused the raging inferno of lust within me to explode beyond control. I had a feeling I'd be hearing those words on repeat in my head for the rest of my life.
Fuck me, Finn.
I lifted her up onto the nearest table and pushed her onto her back. I tore her panties off in one tug and while I devoured her with my eyes, I somehow managed to concentrate enough to unbuckle my belt and push my jeans down over my ass, freeing my throbbing cock.
Sawyer moaned when I parted her legs, stepping between them. The sound was pure fucking heaven. Our tongues danced while we drank each other in. I savored the way her body felt against mine. Hard against soft. I dug my fingers into the flesh of her perfectly round ass before moving them to her pussy where I parted her warm wet folds and strummed her swollen clit because Sawyer was my instrument of choice and only I knew how to play her to perfection.
The look on Sawyer's face when I inserted a finger inside of her was as if I'd just given her a drug. She was high on the pleasure. Her lids were heavy. Her pupils large and dark. I was dead set on making sure I wrung every bit of pleasure from her gorgeous body and I gave her exactly what she’d asked me for.
