"Yes," she gasps, voice trembling but sure. "Don’t stop."
That's all I need to start moving. She's so tight I almost lose it right then, her pussy gripping my cock like it’s starving for it, and the sound she makes, a high, broken sigh, goes straight to my fucking chest.
"You feel so good," she manages, arching her ass higher, inviting me deeper.
I continue slow, pulling out until just the head is caught in her, then driving back in with a steady thrust. She chokes on a cry, shuddering with the force of it.
"God, you feel—" I can't even finish, have to clench my teeth and force myself not to rut into her like an animal. I want to make this last, want her to come for me again, but fuck if her cunt isn't perfect and greedy, squeezing me every time I move.
I set a rhythm, slow and deep. The slap of my hips against her ass is loud in the quiet room, every movement shameless and obscene. She pushes back, meeting each thrust, her breaths turning into needy, desperate whimpers.
"Harder," she begs, "please, Sawyer, I want?—"
I lose control then, hands bruising her hips as I fuck her harder, each stroke rocking her into the sofa until her knees nearly buckle. I feel her getting close, hear it in the way her voice breaks, see it in the way her back bows.
"Touch yourself," I order, and she obeys without hesitation, reaching between her legs to rub her clit, the greedy slick sounds only driving me crazier.
"You're going to come for me," I tell her, voice harsh. "You're going to cum on my cock and let me know who this pussy belongs to."
She shatters then. Her pussy clamps down, a wet rush coating me, and she moan-screams my name, so loud I almost think she may wake Tommy. The sound of it, the way she milks me, is more than I can take.
I cum hard, hips jerking, teeth bared, every muscle in my body pulled tight. The orgasm is relentless, blinding, and I almost black out from the force of it.
But I don't stop. Not when she’s still trembling from the aftershocks, not when her thighs spasm around me. I pull out, drop to my knees behind her, and bury my tongue in her ass and pussy, licking her clean, eating her until she’s clawing at the couch and begging for mercy.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and when I suck her clit into my mouth she falls apart again, sobbing my name, legs shaking so hard I have to hold her up. Her second orgasm is violent, primal, and I keep her there, keep her riding it for as long as I can until she finally collapses on her side, limp and spent.
I stand and sweep her into my arms, her body weightless, spent, her skin gleaming with sweat and the afterglow of everything I’ve just taken from her. She buries her face in my shoulder as I carry her down the hall, her hair falling wild and dark over my chest.
Inside the bedroom, I lay her gently on the sheets. She’s still trembling, but the look in her eyes is pure, unfiltered wonder. For the first time since we started this, she looks completely at peace.
"I’ll be right back," I murmur, and she catches my hand before I can leave.
"Sawyer?"
I lean down and kiss her forehead. "Just getting cleaned up and checking on Tommy. Then I’m coming back to you, sweetheart."
She lets me go, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as I cross to the bathroom. I peel off and tie the condom, toss it, then wash my cock in the sink, splashing my face with cold water for good measure. Everything in me feels raw and new, like I’ve sloughed off decades of armor and I’m standing exposed for the first time since I became the sheriff, protector of the Ridge.
I pull a towel around my waist and move to check on Tommy. He’s still surprisingly fast asleep, confirming to me he’s my brand of baby. Smiling, I tiptoe back out of the nursery and head back to my bedroom.
When I return, Lisa’s still sprawled on her back in my bed, hair tangled, arms above her head. The sight of her there, in the space I’ve always guarded so jealously, makes something ancient and possessive flare deep inside me.
I slide into bed behind her, curling around her body, letting her back rest against my chest. Her skin is cooler now but still feverish where our bodies touch.
She nestles closer, her ass pressed to my hips, and sighs. "That’s… the best sex I’ve ever had," she says, voice slurred with exhaustion and a little awe.
"Yeah? You saying you want to do it again?" I murmur, pressing a kiss to the curve of her shoulder.
She laughs, low and sleepy. "Maybe after I can feel my legs again."
I laugh with her, burying my face in her hair and breathing her in. Vanilla and sweat and the sharp tang of sex. I stroke her arm, slow and soothing, and feel her relax one vertebra at a time.
For a long time, there’s only the sound of our breathing and the wind rattling the pines against the house. It’s a sound I’ve known my whole life, but tonight, it feels different. Calmer. Like this cabin finally has a heart beating at its center.
Lisa shifts, turning to face me, her hands splayed on my chest. "Sawyer?"
"Mmm?"
