of thick, black rubber and smoke in their wake.
Sarah ye lped and screamed with delight, and he smiled naughtily, envisioning her screaming the same way as he was thrusting into her.
***
Once at Sawyer’s condo, Sarah laid out several outfits on Sawyer’s bed.
Sitting on the edge of the mattress , she pointed to the clothing. “What would you like me to wear?”
“Leaving a decision like that up to me is a dangerous thing, Snowflake,” his eyes darkened.
Her eyes froze on his lips. “Why?”
“Because if left up to me, I’d prefer you wear nothing at all and we stay in all night.” Sarah’s mouth parted but she said nothing. Sawyer raised his eyebrows hopefully, “Is your birthday suit an option?”
“No, Sir, it’s not. Not yet anyway,” she laughed nervously but smiled.
Mildly disappointed but not surprised, he shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, well, you can’t blame a man for trying.”
He picked out a sexy knee-length, dainty pink chiffon dress with lace-top, thigh-high stockings and corset undergarment for Sarah before climbing into the shower. To his surprise, she followed shortly after. Peeking into the stall, her bright azure eyes scanned his wet body.
“May I join you, Sir?”
“If ever there was a harebrained question that was it. Get in here.”
Sawyer threw the shower door open and pulled Sarah in brusquely before she had a chance to change her mind. Steam bellowed all around them and Sarah’s high-pitched laughter filled the bathroom. Sawyer promptly began studying her body. She was absolutely gorgeous soaking wet. Her skin was the most striking shade of ivory and her long cocoa hair clung to all the right places. The way her large breasts hung and swayed, Sawyer had to concentrate on not becoming erect.
“You’re beauti ful, Snowflake, and even more perfect than I imagined,” he told her, his voice low and smooth.
Sarah’s lips parted in surprise. “You imagined me nude?”
“I’m a heterosexual man, Sarah, not a robot. Of course I imagined you nude.” Her rose-colored tongue poked out to slick her lips, making the task of not becoming hard even more difficult. “You’re making this difficult for me. Was that your intention by joining me in the shower? Some kind of test to see if I can resist you?” he asked, lifting a mischievous eyebrow at her as he gripped his semi-rigid shaft.
Her eyes moved downward and fixed on his dick. “No, Sir, it wasn’t. I just believe in conserving water,” she grinned up at him guiltily.
Sawyer stared at her a moment before breaking out into full blown laughter. Sarah grabbed a large sponge from the shower shelf and lathered it with soap.
“May I wash you?”
“Another ridiculous question,” he laughed. Was Sarah really going to ask permission to do everything?
Sarah began on his front , rubbing large circles on his firm stomach and moving up to the defined muscles of his pecs. She stopped and touched the scar over his heart tenderly, skimming her fingertip over the long mark that extended to his ribcage. The hand that held the sponge dropped to her side as her eyes roamed over his torso and biceps, noting the abundance of scars, pockmarks and burns that varied in size from large-to-small.
“You’re very well formed, Mr. Morrison, but…” she touched each of the blemishes and her brows knitted together. “You’ve been through so much. Who hurt you like this?” she whispered sorrowfully.
Sawyer tilted his head back and closed his eyes without answering, allowing the water to run down his face and body. Running his hand over his rugged face, he wiped his eyes and focused on Sarah’s expression. He truly hated talking about his past. The last thing he wanted was sympathy and the thing he detested even more than that was pity. Sarah stood patiently waiting but the peaceful look on her face and quietness motivated him to tell her.
“ A lot of different people; all of them bad...” he started out unflinchingly.
Sarah ye lped and screamed with delight, and he smiled naughtily, envisioning her screaming the same way as he was thrusting into her.
***
Once at Sawyer’s condo, Sarah laid out several outfits on Sawyer’s bed.
Sitting on the edge of the mattress , she pointed to the clothing. “What would you like me to wear?”
“Leaving a decision like that up to me is a dangerous thing, Snowflake,” his eyes darkened.
Her eyes froze on his lips. “Why?”
“Because if left up to me, I’d prefer you wear nothing at all and we stay in all night.” Sarah’s mouth parted but she said nothing. Sawyer raised his eyebrows hopefully, “Is your birthday suit an option?”
“No, Sir, it’s not. Not yet anyway,” she laughed nervously but smiled.
Mildly disappointed but not surprised, he shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, well, you can’t blame a man for trying.”
He picked out a sexy knee-length, dainty pink chiffon dress with lace-top, thigh-high stockings and corset undergarment for Sarah before climbing into the shower. To his surprise, she followed shortly after. Peeking into the stall, her bright azure eyes scanned his wet body.
“May I join you, Sir?”
“If ever there was a harebrained question that was it. Get in here.”
Sawyer threw the shower door open and pulled Sarah in brusquely before she had a chance to change her mind. Steam bellowed all around them and Sarah’s high-pitched laughter filled the bathroom. Sawyer promptly began studying her body. She was absolutely gorgeous soaking wet. Her skin was the most striking shade of ivory and her long cocoa hair clung to all the right places. The way her large breasts hung and swayed, Sawyer had to concentrate on not becoming erect.
“You’re beauti ful, Snowflake, and even more perfect than I imagined,” he told her, his voice low and smooth.
Sarah’s lips parted in surprise. “You imagined me nude?”
“I’m a heterosexual man, Sarah, not a robot. Of course I imagined you nude.” Her rose-colored tongue poked out to slick her lips, making the task of not becoming hard even more difficult. “You’re making this difficult for me. Was that your intention by joining me in the shower? Some kind of test to see if I can resist you?” he asked, lifting a mischievous eyebrow at her as he gripped his semi-rigid shaft.
Her eyes moved downward and fixed on his dick. “No, Sir, it wasn’t. I just believe in conserving water,” she grinned up at him guiltily.
Sawyer stared at her a moment before breaking out into full blown laughter. Sarah grabbed a large sponge from the shower shelf and lathered it with soap.
“May I wash you?”
“Another ridiculous question,” he laughed. Was Sarah really going to ask permission to do everything?
Sarah began on his front , rubbing large circles on his firm stomach and moving up to the defined muscles of his pecs. She stopped and touched the scar over his heart tenderly, skimming her fingertip over the long mark that extended to his ribcage. The hand that held the sponge dropped to her side as her eyes roamed over his torso and biceps, noting the abundance of scars, pockmarks and burns that varied in size from large-to-small.
“You’re very well formed, Mr. Morrison, but…” she touched each of the blemishes and her brows knitted together. “You’ve been through so much. Who hurt you like this?” she whispered sorrowfully.
Sawyer tilted his head back and closed his eyes without answering, allowing the water to run down his face and body. Running his hand over his rugged face, he wiped his eyes and focused on Sarah’s expression. He truly hated talking about his past. The last thing he wanted was sympathy and the thing he detested even more than that was pity. Sarah stood patiently waiting but the peaceful look on her face and quietness motivated him to tell her.
“ A lot of different people; all of them bad...” he started out unflinchingly.
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