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Coy audibly groaned when Sawyer’s sopping lips met her waiting tongue again.Yes, fuck me, yes. To be used solely forSawyer’s pleasure; it was everything she wanted. The only thing she needed.
“Take me in your mouth again.”
Sawyer’s low command was like gasoline thrown on an already raging inferno, shooting spirals of pleasure straight to Coy’s clit. She bucked in response, clamping her legs closed once more. Sweat broke out on her forehead, but she ignored it, instead concentrating on the way her tongue slow-danced around Sawyer’s swollen bundle of nerves. Next, she gently sucked the delicious bud into her mouth. She repeated the action, swirling and sucking, with the occasional languid stroke of her tongue along the length of Sawyer’s pussy.
“Ugh,oui. J’ai besoin de toi.” Sawyer’s pitch escalated the closer she came to release, and so did her French. Her voice alone was enough to soon send Coy soaring over the edge, and she let out a garbled moan when Sawyer gripped her hair and rode her face. Sawyer’s clit spasmed against Coy’s tongue seconds before her thighs began to shake as she came. “Mon dieu, McCoy!”
Coy lapped up Sawyer’s essence, unable to hold back her grin. Hearing Sawyer scream her name in the midst of an orgasm was officially her favorite sound ever.
Chapter 42
Sawyer
Her legs shook asshe climbed off McCoy. Perspiration dotted her forehead and back, and she hadn’t yet caught her breath. A part of her was still in shock. Never in her life had she achieved an orgasm like that, and in such a short amount of time.
“That was …” She cleared her throat, her legs wobbly as she got off the bed. “Thank you,” she said when it was apparent she was at a loss for any other words.
McCoy smiled, her cheeks flushed and sweaty as well. “Thankyou. That was incredible.”
Heat crept up Sawyer’s cheeks, and she was instantly grateful McCoy couldn’t witness how easily embarrassed she was. Leaving her restrained, Sawyer retrieved their wine from the bathroom, taking a generous sip before placing them on the nightstand. She studied McCoy, looking for signs of discomfortor fear, but saw nothing but desire and contentment. And a lightness Sawyer hadn’t ever seen before. It was as if the gravity of the world ceased to exist, and McCoy was floating on a cloud of happiness.
Sawyer would be almost jealous of McCoy’s ability to switch life off if she didn’t also adore every possible thing about her.
She returned to the bed, relishing McCoy’s small gasp when her fingers touched her hot skin. Her legs fell open shamelessly, drawing Sawyer’s attention to her tempting pussy with its tidy patch of hair on the top. Any time she’d dreamt of this moment, something had always woken her up before reaching this point. What if she was terrible at pleasing McCoy? Feigning confidence and tossing words like “fucking” around in conversation was one thing. Doing it, and doing it well, was wholly different.
“Sawyer? Don’t overthink this, okay? You could probably breathe on me right now, and I’d come,” McCoy murmured, although her voice sounded a bit shaky. “Just use your fingers.”
“No.” That just wouldn’t do. Sawyer wanted to give McCoy everything, and that included going out of her comfort zone.
Calisse. Enough with all the pretense.
Taking a deep breath, Sawyer lowered herself between McCoy’s thighs. She held her in place, darting her tongue out for a taste. McCoy cried out, her hips jerking off the bed.
“Wow, you weren’t joking,” Sawyer teased, surprised when a giggle slipped out. She pushed McCoy back down in the bed, adding, “Stay still, darling,”
“Trying,” McCoy panted, writhing as Sawyer licked her again. Her thumb toyed with McCoy’s clit as she worked her over with her tongue. The second Sawyer sunk her finger inside, McCoy cried out as she climaxed.
After, when Sawyer had removed the blindfold and restraints, they cuddled in bed, sharing slow kisses and soft caresses. Once again, Sawyer marveled at the way McCoy looked at her. Evenafter everything she’d told her that day, after witnessing such a destructive catharsis, McCoy still looked at her like she’d gone and fallen into a bowl of lucky charms. Like Sawyer could rob a casino and McCoy would be waiting outside to be her getaway driver.
How was itreal?
Sawyer didn’t deserve love like this. Did she? Perhaps not, but she wanted it. God, did she ever want it. She wanted McCoy like she’d never wanted any other. ShecravedMcCoy, her touch, her wit, her charm. Sawyer wanted to wake each morning and fall asleep each night wrapped up in McCoy. She wanted to laugh and bicker and fight just to have that epic makeup sex.
More than anything, Sawyer wanted to be who McCoyneeded, not just who she thought she wanted. McCoy needed to be dominated, at least part-time. It was who she was, and Sawyer would never ask her to change. But would McCoy be satisfied long-term with what Sawyer could offer? She was no Frankie.
“You’re exactly what I need. The only one I want.”
McCoy’s earlier declaration returned in Sawyer’s mind, settling her. She sighed, caressing McCoy’s cheek. Her heart fluttered at the obvious love staring back at her.
“Tu es la femme de mes rêves,” Sawyer whispered, leaning in to kiss McCoy softly.
“What does that mean?”
Biting her lip, Sawyer blushed a little. “It means, ‘You are the woman of my dreams.’”
McCoy smiled wide enough to show off those damning dimples. Sawyer swore she was half in love with those alone. “You’re getting to be a big softie.”
“Yes, and don’t you speak a word of it,” Sawyer muttered. “I have a reputation, you know.”