BWWM Interracial Romance 6: Her Protector (9 page)

Adriana gushed against his lips as he sucked and licked, nuzzling his chin and nose against her while his fingertips trailed up and down along her inner thighs. She writhed underneath him, moaning out, her sounds musical to his ears. Sawyer almost chuckled as he felt her hand grip his shoulder tightly, her fingernails digging into her skin as he worshipped her. Sawyer felt himself getting more and more turned on as she twisted her hips, pushing down for better contact. He flicked his tongue against her pleasure center, delighting in the way she gasped, the almost mewling cry that left her lips as she arched into his attacks.

Sawyer brought her to the edge of orgasm and backed off, smiling to himself as she reacted to his teasing with a muted curse of frustration. She rode his face, and Sawyer indulged her, bringing her again and again to the edge of orgasm and backing off until she was slick with sweat, her fluids drenching his lips and chin. He pulled back completely, licking his lips clean and stripping off his underwear. He covered her body with his own, wrapping his arms around her as he guided himself up against her, teasing her with a lingering stroke of his fingertips. He thrust into her slowly, letting her feel him inch by inch, filling her tight, unresisting body until his hips were flush with hers.

Adriana wrapped her legs around him tightly and Sawyer began to move, slowly at first, finding his rhythm as Adriana pushed her hips down to meet his thrusts. He kissed her everywhere—her lips, her neck, her forehead, her breasts, as they fell into an inexorable rhythm together, writhing against each other, both of their bodies slick with sweat and on fire with heat. Sawyer knew he couldn’t possibly last long, but he and Adriana had plenty of time to go again, plenty of time to achieve satisfaction again and again.

He didn’t know how long they had been moving together, but the friction of their bodies drove Sawyer past the point of holding back, and he felt the jolt of white-hot tension rippling through his body as he hit his climax. He moaned out, murmuring Adriana’s name over and over again as wave after wave of pleasure rocked his body. Adriana’s inner muscles flexed and released around him in spasms, and he felt the gush of her orgasm soaking him even as he continued to move inside of her for a few final, satisfying thrusts, struggling to keep himself going through her entire orgasm. She trembled as he came to a stop, half-collapsing against her, panting and gasping for breath but still mindful of the fact that she was not fully recovered from her injuries.

They lay like that for a long time, reveling in the feel of each other’s bodies, and Sawyer forced himself to stay awake in spite of the creeping doze that slipped through him—he wanted to have so much more of Adriana before he fell asleep.

Adriana set down the last box of her possessions in the living room, standing up and stretching against the tension in her shoulders and upper back with a satisfied smile. It had been five months since the restaurant had closed, and while she had thought that she could never be happy again after such a substantial failure, she was pleased to have been wrong. “Okay,” Sawyer said from behind her. Adriana turned to look at him. He was staring at her from the doorway, an unmistakable look of attraction and interest in his gaze. “It is simply not fair that you’re able to work this hard and look this good doing it.” Adriana laughed.

“I can’t help how I look while I work,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest and giving Sawyer a smile.

“I’m just saying, it’s not fair.” Sawyer came into the living room and draped his arms around her waist, leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips.

“The real work will be figuring out where everything can possibly fit,” Adriana pointed out, looking around the living room. She was a little nervous about moving out of her mother’s house, but she also looked forward to the improved closeness with Sawyer. In point of fact, it was practically a foregone conclusion; since she had started working for Desiree, Adriana had been spending more and more time at Sawyer’s house anyway—staying the night and rushing out to the store the next morning without even seeing her mother once several times per week. Esther had shrugged off Adriana’s concern that the older woman was left alone so much with the assertion that her new-found free time and retirement had enabled her to spend more time with friends—and the suggestion that she might have possibly made friends with a gentleman, a man who had known Richard Ellis well and admired the man.

“Well, I know where the plaque is going to go,” Sawyer said. He pointed to the plaque that had once graced the walls of Ellis American Cuisine, proclaiming that it had maintained its “A” standing with the department of health for twenty years straight with no loss of quality. It was one of the mementos that Adriana had managed to take with her when they closed down the restaurant, and the sight of it gave her a smile. At least, she thought, she had managed to maintain the restaurant’s reputation of a clean kitchen and dining room—even if she hadn’t been able to keep it open, she had never once let standards fall.

“Oh?” she asked him. “Where should it go?” Sawyer picked it up and led Adriana into the kitchen, holding her hand lightly. He gave her a quick smile as he carried it over to a wall, where she could see a nail already driven into a stud he’d found sometime while she had been away. He hung the plaque there and gave her a glance, silently asking how she liked it. “Perfect,” she said with a smile.

“Thought you’d feel that way.” Sawyer pulled her into his arms once more and kissed her hungrily, his hands moving over her curves. Her knee still occasionally acted up when the weather changed—and in Portland that was often enough—but after months of physical therapy and rehabilitation, Adriana was feeling more or less whole and recovered once again. “Why don’t we take a break? You’ve gotten everything moved in.” Adriana had taken the weekend to move into Sawyer’s home, knowing that she could, technically, get it all done in one day, but not wanting to rush herself.

“How much of a break?” Adriana asked, raising an eyebrow and giving Sawyer a knowing look. She smiled slowly.

“Well, for lunch, anyway. You should sit and eat—you work hard, woman!” Adriana laughed. She let Sawyer make them both burgers and threw together a salad from what she could find in his fridge to go with it, and in a matter of less than thirty minutes they were both sitting at a table outside on the patio, devouring their meals with gusto. Adriana bit into the burger, thinking that there was something satisfying always about a meal that was prepared with someone else. She was surprised—a little bit—at how happy she was, how contented she felt every day. She could only imagine that it would get even better now that she and Sawyer were living together. In the months since she had closed the restaurant, she had discovered that she really did love to work with Desiree; she had realized that she didn’t have anything to prove and that losing the restaurant—previously something she thought would break her completely—was not the worst thing in the world. She still had the memories of her father, and really, she thought, the restaurant would have been better served to close down after the death of the man who had brought it to life, who had made it sparkle. She had eked out a little over a year, and now that it was far behind her, she could appreciate it for what it had been and stop blaming herself for the end.

“So,” Sawyer said, collecting her empty plate. His bright eyes were sparkling. “Now that you’re moving in with me, you might end up getting fired from Desiree’s.” Adriana’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What do you mean?” she asked him sharply. She had just gotten over the feeling of failure that she’d had in the closing of her father’s restaurant—she didn’t want to lose another job.

“Well, it’s going to be really difficult for me to let you get out of bed in the morning.” Adriana laughed.

“I’ll be back that same night and you know it.” There had been a little bit of tension between them in recent months—the decision for Adriana to move in, while inevitable, had been discussed at length. They both knew that they loved each other, and that they couldn’t imagine being with anyone else; Adriana thought that after a few months of living together to make sure that they could do it, they would start discussing getting married. Neither of them was in any hurry, but Sawyer had taken her to meet his nephews, and she had seen the hungry look in his eyes.

“Yeah, but I could easily get addicted to you, baby.” Adriana rolled her eyes.

“Are you having withdrawals, sweetie?” she asked him, fluttering her eyelashes slightly.

“I am, actually.” Sawyer collected the plates in one hand and held out his other to her. Adriana, sticky with sweat and more than a little tired from moving boxes and furniture for a day and a half, was still more than happy to follow him into the bedroom.

Sawyer pushed the door open and turned the light on blindly as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily. From the first date he had known that he loved the taste of her lips and tongue, that he loved the feeling of her body under his hands. She was so delicious, her lush curves seemed to rise and fall exclusively to meet his touch. Her breasts fit perfectly into his hands, her hips called out to be grabbed. His hands had moved with an expertise that he could not have summoned consciously, unzipped her skirt, tugging her blouse over her head in quick movements that left her in nothing but a bra and panties in a matter of moments.

Sawyer had pressed Adriana backwards until she fell down onto his bed, her legs splayed appealingly, her dark, rich skin a stark contrast against his white sheets. He had launched himself onto her, covering her body with his own, barely holding himself up as he traced over her hot, supple skin with his fingertips. Her nipples had hardened, straining against the fabric of her bra to meet his touch, and Sawyer had been more than happy to oblige, teasing the firm little nubs through the lace. It was too easy to remember the warm, spicy scent of her body, the warm velvet feeling of her skin underneath his fingertips. His own clothes had fallen away quickly, and as they both moved together, teasing and exploring, Sawyer had marveled at the way his pale, slightly pinkish skin had looked against the umber of Adriana’s body, the interplay of light and dark as their limbs tangled together, as their fingers intertwined.

He had kissed a path down along her body, lingering at her breasts, admiring the darker near-black of her nipples as his lips fastened onto them. Everything about her body was deliriously sexy to Sawyer; the velvety texture of her soft skin, the pinkish brown of her palms and the soles of her feet, the myriad of colors that made her up. He had buried his face between her breasts, nuzzling her eagerly, claiming one nipple and then the other to suck and lick until Adriana was moaning and writhing underneath him. He had let his hands trail down, until he arrived between her tight, tense thighs, and stroked her slowly, teasingly working his way to her pleasure center. He had stroked and rubbed her, sensing her steadily-increasing desire by the way she shivered and tensed against him, by the moans and cries that left her lips.

He had brought her to the edge of orgasm and then finally, finally penetrated her, wrapping her legs around his waist and thrusting into her slowly. They had fallen into a steady rhythm, finding each other’s pace and meeting each other’s movements, exploring the heat between them. As Adriana felt the tension build up, she could take it no longer. Waves of pleasure flowed through her core as she stared into Sawyer’s eyes. He continued to thrust his muscles grew tense as beads of sweat formed on his chest. With one final thrust she felt his warmth enter her body as he gasped in the cool air of the bedroom. They drifted off to sleep, both their minds finally at peace.

The End

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