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"Were you really afraid things would change between us?"
Sawyer exhaled deeply.
"I know it's stupid of me, but yes… I was terrified. Right up until…"
"...you came in my mouth with no warning?"
"You aren't going to let me live that down, are you?"
Elizabeth smiled, but he brushed her hair over her shoulders so he could kiss her collarbone, and she didn't find it so amusing anymore.
"Sawyer…"
He pulled away from her.
"Actually, it was right up until the point I had to ask whether I wasn't enough for you…I've never questioned that before."
She noticed him beginning to harden at the memory, and she had to look away.
"I guess I'm the one who wasn't enough."
"Why would you think that?"
"It doesn't seem like I satisfied you, does it?" she muttered, and her cheeks burned more than she could hide.
He hushed her, pressing his lips to her neck so that she shuddered before he whispered close to her ear.
"You're more than enough, and it's driving me crazy."
He brought his fingers to her jaw and pressed gently so that she was facing him; he kissed her more insistently, and she groaned against his lips and pressed her hands to his chest.
"We need to be more considerate of Klara," she sighed and pushed him away slightly.
"You're the one who was being so vocal."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be; I liked it," he kissed her, and she moaned softly again before he pulled away from her. "I think I've been waiting to hear you respond that way again for a long time without realizing how badly I needed it. Besides...I think I need to make it up to you."
Elizabeth glanced down the stairs again.
"We're going to need to do something to make it up to her if you draw those kind of noises from me again."
"I was hoping to draw out more than noises...there's no reason you shouldn't be in Heat; if you can't help being so vocal when that isn't normally an issue, maybe you just need a push to get things going again. Do you want to try?"
"What makes you think that will work? If it was as easy as that, it would have happened months ago."
He paused for a moment, apparently considering the question seriously.
"I don't know, Elizabeth... I tend to trust my instincts with things like this and it took nothing for me to get hard again when I was perfectly satisfied moments before. I don't want to pressure you - if you're not ready, or you don't think it will work, I will take a cold shower and put the movie back on."
"How about we shower together after you're done acting on instinct?"
He wound his fingers through her hair and pulled her head back to expose her neck so that he could kiss her, and she gasped when he bit the sensitive skin unexpectedly.
It sent a jolt through her and made her heart race.
She moved to pull him on top of her, but he resisted and stood up, reaching out to grasp her wrists.
"Missionary in bed is hardly following primal urges..." he pulled her to her feet, then wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.
She draped her arms over his shoulders and opened her mouth to his persistent tongue, allowing him to manoeuvre her against the wall.
He hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and she whimpered when he kept her waiting to feel him inside her.
Her arms tightened around him, and she reached for his hair to pull his mouth away from hers so that his lips were just above hers.
"f*****g tease..."
He kissed her softly and slipped a hand between their bodies to tease her for another moment before he thrust into her.
She groaned and pressed her head against his shoulder to muffle the sound as she clung to him. He kept her steady against the wall and thrust into her harder, and the sensation made her forget their surroundings until he slowed when she began to relax against him.
"You're already going to c*m," he murmured and kissed her neck, and she whimpered softly against his skin.
He thrust into her hard, making her cry out.
"Oh fuck..."
"I thought you were going to keep your voice down," he growled teasingly in her ear as she drew shallow breaths.
He withdrew from her and let her down from the wall, looking at her carefully as he decided what to do next.
She turned to face the wall and leaned forward to rest her hands on the surface before he could decide.
"Primal enough?" she asked, and she heard him exhale sharply.
"I'll take it..." she heard him spit on his hand and he slipped a finger into her as he brought his other hand to her hip to steady her. "Tell me if it hurts," he said, and she nodded; there was no reason for it to hurt, and she moaned softly at the feeling of his hand between her legs. "How do you feel?" he asked, and she moaned again because she didn't really want to talk.
He began to slide the finger inside her rather than letting it simply tease her, keeping his other palm against her hip to steady her.
He withdrew his finger when she started to push back against him, and she heard him spit again before he slipped two fingers into her. "Still OK?"
She turned to look over her shoulder at him and he removed his fingers from her.
"I need more than that."
He kissed her shoulder and nudged her legs a little further apart before he thrust into her.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"You're the one who didn't want missionary on the bed…"
"That wasn't what I was talking about and you know it. I don't want you to regret this. If I'm right…" Elizabeth pushed back against him hard, but he slapped her on the ass rather than giving in. "I could be wrong, but I'm asking for your consent."
He was serious, and Elizabeth turned back to look at him again.
"You have it," she pushed back again to.tease him
She expected it to excite him, but he pushed deeper and held her in place until she made a frustrated noise and moved her hips.
He let her go, but she remained pressed close to him.
He moved back slightly - enough to frustrate her - and she moaned again.
"Still OK?"
She looked back at him to answer, and he brought his fingers to her mouth impulsively.
She sucked on them, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation.
"Good girl…" he removed his fingers from her mouth. He never usually addressed her like that, but she was oddly pleased with his reaction. "Should we carry on? I think this is your last chance to change your mind."
"I want this."
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