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Cupping my face, he kisses me deeply.

When he stops I whisper, "Are you okay? It's four a.m. You should come back to bed."

"I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see the accident like I'm reliving it."

How could he bear seeing his friend die in front of his eyes?

He looks at me with empty eyes. In the faint grey light, they look grey too, instead of violet. "You should go to bed, Claire."

"I'm worried about you. I don't mind staying up."

Sawyer groans and lifts me onto my feet, then stands. "You need to go to bed."

"Come with me. We could make love again-if that would make you feel  better. Or we could just lie there. I'll do whatever you want to do." I  hold his hand and lead him down to his room and back to bed.



I want to distract Sawyer from his pain. So when we reach his bedroom, I do something daring-well, very daring for me.

I stand at the foot of his bed, watching him, and I let his robe drop  off me to the floor. Leaving me completely naked. "What's the sexiest,  craziest thing you've ever wanted to do but haven't tried?"

Sawyer lies on his back on his bed, arms beneath his head. His eyes go  wide as the robe falls. Now, his lips move but he doesn't speak, like he  wants to say something but can't. I know he is thinking about something  specific, but apparently it's something he's not willing to tell me.

I was a total virgin for him. "Is there anything in which you are still a virgin?" I coax. "It can be anything. Just tell me."         

     



 

His shy smile makes my heart tumble in my chest. Then he says, "Anal  sex. I've always wanted to try anal sex. But you don't have to, Claire."

What would it be like? I've heard of it. And read about it in How to Thrill a Guy in Seven Sex Acts.

"Sure," I say. "I'll try it."

Sawyer's blond brows jerk up. He visibly swallows. "You will? Wow. Claire, you would really do this for me?"

"I'm expecting to like it to." Then I say, having no idea what to do next. "Let's get started."





Chapter Five

I'm lying on my stomach on Sawyer's bed. Only his bedside light is on,  bathing the bed in a golden glow. I twist to see what he's doing behind  me.

Sawyer squirts lubricant in his palm and rubs it along the length of his  thick cock, which is sheathed in a condom. His hand swirls around the  full head, leaving it slick and shiny. I shiver as his slick hand parts  the cheeks of my ass. His finger gently circles my anus, easing inside,  and he coats me with lube. The sensations make me tremble, and I give a  deep, throaty moan. It's so stunningly good.

He shuts his eyes briefly as I moan. His mouth is taut and tense. "I'm going to put my finger inside your ass," he says softly.

"Okay," I gasp. "Oh yes."

He squirts more lube on his finger and presses the tip against my tight  entrance. I stiffen nervously, but he rubs his finger teasingly there.

"Oooh," I moan. It's so good. I had no idea anal stimulation would feel  as sexy and hot as his fingers playing with my pussy. Maybe even hotter.

It feels so good I lift my ass toward his finger. His finger pushes  further inside. "Oh!" I drink in a sharp breath. I feel my entrance  opening. The ring of muscle is tight-it's fighting to keep him out-and  his finger feels thick and long. But he goes slowly. Gently.

My anus starts to relax. I didn't think that would happen. I start to  open, letting his finger slide in and out. Sizzling sensations rush  through me. I start to move faster on his finger, taking it deeper in my  butt. Pleasure builds. But I've never done this before, I don't know  what to expect, and that's making me tense.

I need to ramp up my desire and get lost in it.

My fingers slid down between my tummy and the bed. They touch my pubic  curls. Then my clit. I rub my finger over the engorged, sensitive bump  and mind-numbing pleasure streaks through me. I get more tightly wound  and tense, but in the way that demands release and will take more and  more sensation to get there. Desire and hunger and pleasure shoot  through me. The sounds coming from my lips are desperate whimpers.

Playing with my clit enhances the incredibly strong sensation of his  finger filling my anus. It takes away any pain and nerves, and makes it  just … wonderful. Rubbing my clit primes me for more.

I start to lift my ass to him, taking his finger in deeper. I'm going  crazy with need. I'm no longer tense and nervous, now I want something  bigger and thicker inside my ass.

He pulls his finger out, making me beg, "Please. More."

"I want to put my cock in your gorgeous ass." He murmurs it near my ear.  His warm breath washing over my earlobe is the hottest thing. He's  asking my permission and he's using those erotic words to turn me on.

"I want it soooo much," I beg.

"I want to make you come until you go crazy, Claire."

"I want to do the same to you. Since neither of us have ever done this before."

Then something bigger presses against my opening. It has to be his hard  cock. I push my ass up, trying to take him in. He thrusts gently against  my opening, which now totally resists his big prick. But at the same  time, my body loves the pressure of the head against the snug ring of my  anus.

I half-turn again, so I can see him. His thick blond hair falls over his  gorgeous purple eyes. Tight lines of sexual hunger bracket his mouth.  His focus is completely on his cock and my ass.

This is so erotic, I could scream.

Slowly, his hips move back and forth. The head of his cock pushes lightly against my anus, then backs away.

I work back against him, still trying to open my rump to take him  inside. I know I should jump right in, push back hard, and have him  plunge in. But I feel twinges of pain that scare me from doing something  so drastic.

My fingers keep playing with myself. I guess all that stimulation, even  though I'm not focusing on it, is too much. Suddenly my pussy muscles  jerk. Ecstasy floods me. I'm coming and he's not even inside me.

I moan-loud, desperate cries. Juices bubble out of my pussy. I'm coming hard.

Shoving his hips forward, Sawyer pushes his cock in me with a pop.

I gasp and cry out.

"God, Claire, I thought you were coming. Are you okay?"

"I-I was coming and I-I'm okay. Just don't move. I just need to get used  to you." I glance over my shoulder, letting out a breath to blow away a  stand of hair. "You are pretty huge, you know."

He gives a boyish grin. And he waits, suspended on his muscular arms.  When I look from one side to the other, I'm bracketed by his arms and  his big, gorgeous biceps.

Tentatively I move back against him, taking him a little deeper in my  butt. I stroke my clit with each stroke. That definitely eases the pain.  Playing with my clit lets me take the pressure of his thick cock inside  me.

He goes deeper.

My fingers gouge into the bed. My eyes almost roll back in my head. I  thrust back little by little and he thrusts forward until he fills me.  I've taken him all the way up my ass. His groin bumps my cheeks. I feel a  soft tickle as his pubic curls brush my skin.

We move together. He takes his cue from me. As I lift to him, slapping  my butt to his groin, he starts thrusting faster and harder. He slams  his cock into me.

I moan, wildly, loudly. "It's good. Go deeper. Oh yes."

He lets out a deep moan of his own. Then a husky laugh. "You're so tight. So hot."

Rubbing my clit fiercely ignites me. An explosive orgasm grabs me, takes  me, whips me, uses me, and leaves me limp and spent on the bed, sobbing  with joy.

His hips strike me hard. His cock feels huge inside me. And hot.

I play with my clit and bounce on him. Another orgasm builds and hits me  like a wave. Sawyer howls and he comes too. Deep in my ass.

We climax together, my derriere moving wildly.

He gasps hungrily for breath.

I've come twice and my head is whirling. I feel like I'm floating on a  cloud. What about more? I start rocking my hips, lifting my butt again  to pump on his cock. Can I excite him again?

He lets out a moan of half-agony and half laughter. "You have to stop,  Claire. My dick is too sensitive now." He withdraws, moaning again. Then  he flops on the bed.

I'm on my tummy, he's on his back, and we gaze at each other. He smiles  gently. "Thank you, Claire. That felt so good. You're incredible. You  made me-made me forget about stuff."

I know he means I've done that for a while. "Thank you," I whisper. I  don't know what else to say. I roll onto my side. I stroke his chest.  Should I say something about his friend? Something to try to reassure  him?

"Sawyer," I begin, praying that something thoughtful and intelligent  comes out of my mouth. I lost my dad when I was young-he died in a car  accident. Having lost Dad, I was so scared when Charley was sick. I know  about pain. I know that nothing I can say will make the pain go away,  but some things can help you cope. "I know it sounds trite, but time  will help you heal."

"It's okay, Claire. I know the drill. Jaxon is not the first person I've  known who died in a crash. I know what grief feels like. But when I  went through it before, I never had anyone to hold. I just want to do  that now. Just hold you. Can I?"