Page 25 of Our Sadie

To me, Sadie Vincent is cover-model gorgeous, scars or no scars.

The flesh that isn’t damaged is as smooth as silk, and as I drag my palms up the outside of her legs, I relish in their feel as I position them so that her thighs gape open. Her scent wafts up to me, clicking my brain over into something a lot more primal and a lot less civilized.

This is often the case for me when I get lost in my work, and with Sadie, getting lost in the essence and taste of her is something I’m more than happy to commit to.

Hell, I’m straight-up eager.

So, crawling forward, I dip my head between her legs and lap up the arousal that’s waiting for me there.

Fulfilling this particular duty requires no effort on my part as I gorge on her center, loving how her folds feel against my tongue. Gripping her ass in my hands, I lift her up those few necessary inches to change my taste testing into a feast and just... indulge.

She’s earthy like I was expecting, but there’s also this underlying sweet citrus flavor that reminds me of some rich dessert. Orally pleasing her is nothing but a treat.

“Uhnngn, fuck. Uhnnnnmm, yes...” she moans, those waves of caramel-brown hair flying across her pillows as she flings her head back in elation. Elation I’ve brought out in her. Hearing her ecstasy escalating after witnessing how removed and distant she tends to be is my reward.

Employer or not, right now, Sadie is my prize.

Settling in for a longer stay, I lay my mouth along her core, licking and suckling at my leisure as I listen to the noises she makes. I do this for an eternity, for so long that my tongue actually starts to tire out on me a little before I switch targets to her clit.

Using my lips to suck that tiny cluster of nerves into and out of my mouth until her moans have transformed into a never-ending keen has my own libido surging up in search of some action.

But I haven’t become an accomplished seducer of women for nothing.

I spend another few minutes with nothing more than my tongue on her clit, then I switch to endgame mode by inserting a finger into her core.

Despite Sadie being fairly tall for a woman—she’s only three inches shorter than me and I’m six foot—her entrance is one of the snuggest I’ve ever felt. Even though she’s admitted to not being a virgin, I wouldn’t know it based on how tight she feels.

Getting that second finger inside her makes how tiny she is even more noticeable. It also makes her bellow.

“What are you... unnngnn doing to me?”

Her right hand is clenched into a swirl of her linens, her chest is heaving, and there are beads of perspiration breaking out along her hairline. She’s close, so close, and I have to catch every flutter of an eyelash, every sound, every expression. Anything else isn’t an option. I need these memories for the future.

It’s difficult to tear my gaze away from her face, but I manage so that I can concentrate on her clit while plunging my fingers into and out of her. I’m suckling her again when I feel that telltale throbbing against my tongue, and Sadie shudders as she comes, shrieking at the top of her lungs.

“Now, it’s now... Ohhhh... Oh... Ohhhh...”

I love being front and center for a woman’s climax and watching Sadie’s is no exception.

After all her unpredictability, it’s actually quite a relief to get her here. I soften my touches as she settles down, noticing that an orgasm makes her flush pink, from stem to stern. Even though that color is now fading, a full-body blush is alluring as fuck to me.

Maybe it could be my new kink.

And now all I can think about is how wonderful having that tight little pussy of hers will feel around my cock. Since my size is on the thicker side, I enter her slowly. So slowly that it’s almost excruciating. But the last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt her.

I’d never forgive myself for that.

I’m seriously wondering if I can fit when the sheer euphoria of being inside her without any barrier washes over me.

Fuck. Just... fuck.

This is so much more than what I bargained for. How have I existed for twenty-eight years without experiencing this?

Without warning something gives within her—or she relaxes—and I burrow past any resistance all the way to the hilt. Being with her like this is earth-shattering. She’s clenched down on me so perfectly that I’m forced to imagine the least sexy images I can think of just to keep myself from going off like a rocket, and that’s something I rarely have to do.

But I have to now. I have to with Sadie.

For Chrissakes, it’s like I’m holding on to my control by my fingernails. I pull out to take a few seconds of a breather.