PULSE: A Stepbrother Romance (18 page)

“I’m here
now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

And then my
lips found hers.

SAFFRON

Chapter 21

PENSACOLA

PRESENT
DAY

E
lectricity crackled between us. It’s
the only way I know how to put it. I felt it sparking in our lips, whiplashing
pleasure down my spine until I thought I’d physically jolt with the intensity
of it.

His lips were
married to mine, hungrily drinking in my taste. My hands, at first held down
with a lack of confidence, slowly slid up his strong, sturdy arms. My
fingertips found his cheeks, pulling him deeper into me, and I felt his tongue
twirl into my mouth. Mine met his – they slow-danced against one another
with passionate, eager force.

All this
build-up.

All this
anticipation.

So very
fucking worth it.

Sawyer’s
fingers were pulling at the hem of my shirt. I shifted my stance just enough
for him to tug it upward. Reluctantly, I pulled free from him, arms lifting up,
and he eagerly plucked the shirt from my body and let it fall to the floor.

I wanted back
in his arms. I needed my tongue against his again. But it wasn’t fair that I
was shirtless and he wasn’t. I held off just long enough to grasp the offending
layer of clothing, ripping it up his body as his washboard abs came
tantalizingly into view. His mouth was on mine before I could finish, and he
did the last part himself, tossing it down as well – all the while
crashing his lips into my own.

Chest to
chest with this handsome, insatiable man, only my bra held back my ample breasts.
He pulled me into his embrace, hungrily enveloping me with the passion of his
kiss. I wasn’t sure how far we were going to go, but he answered that thought
with his fingertips – quickly unclasping my bra from behind and sliding
it off my shoulders. As it, too, tumbled to our feet, my bosom was freed from
its fabric prison.

Instead of
immediately pulling free to check them out, he continued kissing me. He palmed
my cheeks, keeping my hungry lips against his. I needed so much of him –
all of him – and he was determined to savor every last drop of this
moment.

My fingertips
found his belt buckle, but he pressed his lips to my neck. I gasped as he
nuzzled into my throat, his hot breath cascading across my skin. My
concentration was shattered, and I basked in his warmth.

“Maybe I
shouldn’t have bothered dressing,” he murmured into my throat. Before I could
respond in proper, his hand grasped my breast. The calloused fingers graced the
perky peak of my erect nipple, catching it between two and pinching it between
them.

Involuntarily,
I let out a small gasp.

I heard a
chuckle escape his lips, pressed against my skin. He continued to squeeze my
bosom, his lips lifting from my throat. I felt the warmth of his breath flow
over the folds of my ear. His teeth lightly nipped at the lobe, tugging it
gently.

“Sawyer…”
I murmured softly. “God, that...
fuck
…”

Our chests
heaved with the combined weight of our collective passion. I opened my eyes to
see him pull his lips back. His forehead pressed against mine and, as my forearms
limply fell upon his strong shoulders, my fingers loosely grasped one another.

“Is this what
you want?” Sawyer softly asked. “We can stop right now…”

“Do you want
to?” I asked with an open, searching gaze.

There were
only a couple of inches at most between our eyes. Our attention was focused
entirely on one another, pupil to pupil, and I’d never felt anything so
remotely intense in my entire life.

“Of course
not,” he immediately answered. “All I want is you. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Then have
me,” I told him. “No, better than that…
take
me.
”

Sawyer’s lips
were on mine again in an instant, but with renewed vigor. What was previously
unbridled passion was now needful, animalistic
need
, and I reveled under the force of it all.

His fingers grasped
the button of my jeans, unclasping them. I shifted my hips from side to side as
he yanked them down my thighs, drawing them as far down as he could reach. I
pulled my hands free to lower them past my knees. Steadying myself with a hand
on his shoulder, I desperately kicked my legs free of their denim constraint,
one foot at a time.

While he
kissed me, I returned my fingertips to his belt buckle, striving to equalize
the playing field. He didn’t fight me this time, and soon I was dragging his
jeans down his muscular thighs, letting him finish the rest.

Sawyer tossed
me to the bed. I scooted backwards towards the pillows, biting my bottom lip
and letting him see my unhampered bosom in its bare entirety. His eyes locked
onto them, as did mine to his stunning mound. Kneeling on the edge of the bed,
his boxers strained against the tent of his erection.

I had to see
it in its entirety.

I had to
feel
it completely inside me.

Sawyer slid
into place beside me. He pulled my body onto his and we fell once more into a
deep, passionate kiss. I tasted his tongue, keeping mine against his while he
explored my body. Sawyer cupped my ass with powerful hands; his fingernails
scratched down my spine. I felt his huge erection against me – it yearned
for release.

Only two thin
layers of fabric between us.

I sat up,
straddling his hips. My palms slid across his chiseled chest, feeling the
firmness of his pectorals. He was rock-hard beneath me, in more places than
one, and I could feel that I was wetter than ever before.

“Are you
ready?” He asked me, lovingly.

I nodded,
shifting down his legs enough to uncover his boxers. My palms slid firmly down
his rippling, washboard abs until they felt fabric.

I hooked my
fingers into the waistband.

My fingers
tugged it down his hips.

His huge cock
sprung to life.

It was
massive – way bigger than anything I’d ever been with.
 
Not only was it achingly long, it held a
generous girth – complemented by a large pair of balls. The sheer size of
his package almost startled me.
How can
anyone handle THIS?

My sheer
confidence threatened to dissipate at the very sight of it, but I didn’t skip a
beat. He moved beneath me, letting me pull his boxers down his knees and off of
his ankles. Half out of lust, half out of wanton curiosity, I cautiously
grasped the shaft and gave it a few strong strokes. He immediately settled his
head back into the pillows and rewarded me with a meaningful groan of
contentment.

I continued
to stroke him off, intimidated by the generous dimensions of his lustful
weapon. Sawyer’s fingertips dug into the bedding on either side, giving me the
confidence to go on.

His enjoyment
flickered my arousal into a full blaze. Scooting down his body, I kept stroking
him but lowered my face towards the bulbous head. There was a bead of pre-cum
forming at the small slit – I lapped the droplet up with my tongue,
savouring its salty power. While it slid down my throat, I held his cock firmly
within my grasp, cautiously lowering my lips around it.

“Saffie…
fuck
…” He groaned with pleasure.

“Mmmhh…” I
moaned, feeling the helmet slide against my tongue. My lips pushed further down
his shaft, parted around his erect passion.

While I
wasn’t
incredibly
experienced by any
stretch of the imagination, I had given a few blowjobs before. But this…this
was something new. It had always been a chore before – my mind had
sometimes wandered, as I grew bored with the experience.

That didn’t
happen.

Instead, I was
fully in the moment, paying attention to every subtle little change of his
body. Every catch of his breath, every tense squeeze of his muscles, the slight
adjustments to his groaning – it was all as if I were playing a
complicated, living instrument that responded to my lips.

My head
bobbed on his cock as my tongue slid along the shaft. His fingers were in my
hair now, but he didn’t try and push me down the punishing length. Instead, he
pulled my hair up, allowing me to focus on pleasing him and, vicariously,
pleasing myself. His fingers moved with the motions of my head, not holding me
down.

Sawyer was
allowing me to set my own rhythm.

Judging by
the deep, passionate rumblings from his chest, he was particularly satisfied
with what I had settled on.

I continued
to stroke him while my lips pistoned up and down his generous cock. I could
feel his thighs twitching beneath me, his body writhing with pleasure.

But he needed
more.

We both did.

His hands
guided me back off of his cock, and he pulled me free from his body. Settling
into the bedding beside him, it was his turn to climb on top, nuzzling his lips
into my throat before peppering a trail of kisses down my body. I felt him kiss
my bosom, my abdomen, all the way down to the prize between my thighs…but he
didn’t stop there, teasing me by redirecting his attention. I felt his lips on
the inner flesh of one thigh – now the other – and all the while,
refusing to taste what I really wanted him to.

“Sawyer…” I
murmured his name again – I loved how it felt on my lips. It felt
wholesome. It felt
right
.

It was my
turn to grasp hair. My fingers threaded through his follicles, and I urged him
where I needed him to be. He didn’t fight me as I pulled his lips to my wet
pussy, feeling his tongue slide inside.

“Oh god…”

It felt
absolutely incredible.

Sawyer set to
work tasting me, exploring my soaked chasm with his firm, wet tongue. He lapped
up my juices, sliding his shoulders beneath my thighs and pulling me down a few
inches closer. I settled into place as he worked his magic, marrying tongue to
my inner folds in unrestrained passion.

I had no
reservations about pulling his hair harder, riding his tongue inside me. He
slid his lips upward – within mere seconds, he was sucking on my clit,
drawing it against his tongue.

“Fuck…oh,
fuck
…that’s so…
FUCK, Sawyer…
”

I felt a
slight vibration against my clit – he was chuckling, and my fingers lost
their grip on his hair. Instead, they followed his lead from earlier –
diving straight into the bedding on either side, my arms fully outstretched.

Unbridled
pleasure whiplashed down my spine. My back arched with the very intensity of
it, and he adjusted his lips against me, flicking the engorged bead of my lust
with the firm tip of his tongue.

“Sawyer,
I’m gonna…oh god, don’t stop…”

He followed
my command. My hands grasped at my breasts now, squeezing my nipples as he
continued to work his hot mouth between my thighs.

I
could feel the impending climax build, higher and higher…

“Sawyer
– don’t –
fuck!
”

My body went
rigid, racked with pleasure. The building wave exploded in a crescendo as the
orgasm struck my body. Limbs stiffened, moans erupted, and my mind completely
emptied as the climax bore down upon me.

I was
shattered to my very core.

A heaping,
writhing mess of bliss and limbs.

The climax
subsided, and my tension seeped from my joints. With my limbs collapsing on the
bed, I felt on top of the entire world.

Sawyer pulled
his lips free from my wet, fulfilled pussy. He slid up my body and crashed them
against my own as I pulled him into a deep, loving embrace.

But we
weren’t done yet…far from it. I still needed him inside me.

No matter how
terrifying the prospect was.