Page 76 of Good Directions

Sawyer sucks in a breath, eyes flashing hot. “You really want to know?”

“So bad. You have no idea.”

She nods, biting down on her lips again. Fuck me, that move might kill me.

“There’s a couple of versions.” Her voice is strong, steady, borderline bossy. I nod, urging her on. I want her to find her confidence in this, the same way she’s confident in the lab. The same way she had no problem telling me off for using a sulfur-based spray that first day we met. “Most common starts with me going down on you, and driving you crazy until you can’t control it anymore and you have to fuck me.”

Well, I didn’t see that coming…

I thrust my hips up into her, holding tight, and I kiss her. “Why, Sawyer Brown, you naughty, naughty little girl. You want to suck my cock?”

I watch a shiver rip through her, her already red-hot skin getting even hotter. Note to self—dirty talk does it for her.

“I do.” She scoots back, her features strong and determined as she slides down my body, taking my sheets and shorts with her. My dick springs free, already standing at attention. “You’ve helped me deal with one half of the fear; I think it’s time I conquered the other half and show you my appreciation.”

Taking my dick in her hand, she slowly strokes me. Pleasure surges through me, and I let out a moan, my body jerking under her touch. My eyes are glued on her as she moves her hand up and down, mesmerized by the sight. It’s the first time she’s touched me like this—all our other moments together I’ve kept the focus on her, waiting until I was alone to give myself some relief. I didn’t want her to feel any kind of pressure like she had to return the favor.

“Just remember, I’ve never done this so…”

I open my mouth to respond—to tell her that there’s really no way for her to mess this up—but then she lowers her head, sticking out her tongue, licking from base to tip. My mind goes blank, all my thoughts stolen from me, nothing but a croak of air coming out.

Then she does it again.

Fuuuuuuck…

Every inch of me is on fire as Sawyer takes me in her mouth. If I thought I was hard before, I was wrong. Pleasure surges, ebbing and flowing as she moves, and it’s more than I can stand. I don’t know if it was the wait or something else, but this isn’t like anything else I’ve experienced.

No, that’s a lie. I do know what it is. It’s her. It’s Sawyer. She is unlike anything or anyone I’ve ever experienced.

And being here, like this, with her, isn’t something I take for granted.

It’s also not something that I’m going to be able to withstand. Because she is too fucking good. I feel like she is sucking my soul from my body, and as much as I want to give it to her, not like this.

“Fuck, Sawyer…” I moan, reaching down for her. I run my fingers through her hair, and she moans, sending vibrations straight through my dick. I jerk, damn near coming right then. “You’re gonna make me come…”

“Isn’t that the point?” She looks up at me, dick still in hand, circling the tip with her tongue. As hot as that image is, it’s the little Miss Bossy Pants voice that does me in though.

“Not right now, it’s not.”

I reach down, yanking her up, pressing my lips to her. I kiss her until we both can’t breathe, rolling her over until she’s pinned underneath me. I’m so worked up and so past turned on, but I need to make sure she’s right here with me. To make sure that this is every bit as amazing as her fantasy.

Maybe even better.

“Tell me, baby, when you were imagining this,” I whisper, nibbling at her collarbone, running the backs of my knuckles over her nipples, feeling them pebble as I make my way farther south. “Did you play with yourself?”

Sliding my hand over her smooth pussy, I dip my fingers into her folds, avoiding her clit. She whimpers, circling her hips, trying to make contact with my hand, her wetness greeting me.

“Yes,” she hisses.

“Good.” I sink a finger inside her, a gasp gliding over her lips. Taking a nipple in my mouth, I lave it with my tongue, watching her squirm underneath me. “The thought of you in my teenage bedroom, fingers deep in this pretty pussy, thinking about me…fuck, Sawyer…you have no idea what that makes me want to do…”

“Fuck me?”

It’s half demand, half question, her voice so ragged and breathy as I slip in a second finger that it’s more than enough to make me want to answer yes. But she hasn’t come yet. And that simply won’t do.

“Not yet, beautiful.” I ease down her body, settling in between her thighs. My new favorite place. “I need a taste first.”

“Anton!”