Page 71 of Saxon

Gradually, sleep pulls me under.

Waking up happens as gradually as falling asleep did.

I'm still in Saxon's arms, although I've turned so my face is in the back of the couch, and his big body is behind me. His arms are wrapped around my middle, just beneath my breasts.

His cock is awake, fully erect, and wedged against my ass.

I don't want to wake up. I don't want to do anything but feel that magnificent organ slide inside me. Fill me. Ravage me. Fuck, I want him.

My hips move, shifting against him. He moans sleepily, stirring.

"Terra," he murmurs, more asleep than awake.

"Saxon," I whisper it back.

I pull my bustier down, somewhat awkwardly in the narrow space between the couch and Saxon, and put his hands on my breasts. Like magic, his hands twitch, curl, and then cup.

"Mmmmm," he hums, almost silly with sleep. "Soft."

I writhe my ass against him. "Mmmmm. Hard."

He groans, hands waking up and beginning to play with my boobs. Men—so predictable. In this case, I'm not complaining. His touch feels beautiful. My nipples harden into points, and each brush of his rough hard hands sends shockwaves thrilling down my body. I feel my sex dampening, heating.

I need him. I can't wait anymore. Can't wait for a bed or privacy or any of that shit. I just want him.

I reach behind myself and find him, a hard thick rod behind his zipper. Fumble with the closure of his pants. The zipper. Once undone, I shove my hand down his front and grip him, squeeze, caress. With my other hand, I gather my skirt and hike it up around my hips.

"Terra, babe…" He's more awake now and cottoning onto what I want.

"I need you," I whisper. "Please?"

His teeth pinch my earlobe. "This isn't exactly where I—"

"I don't fucking care, Saxon. I do…not…care. I want you." I bring one of his hands down to the juncture of my thighs, lifting one to allow him access, pressing his fingers to my seam. Let him feel how damp my front is. "I need you. I need to feel you inside me. Right the fuck now. Please don't deny me again. Please."

"Fuck, you beggin'…" his fingers slither under the gusset of my panties and find my opening, curling in. "Best thing I've ever heard."

"Oh yeah?" I pull my hand out of his pants and wriggle out of my thong. Stuff it in his hip pocket for later. "Just wait till you're fucking me and I'm coming and whispering your name. That'll be the best thing you've ever heard. And I am begging, Saxon. Please."

"I don't have a condom."

"I'm clean, and I'm on the shot. Just got a new one a couple months ago. All I want is you."

"I'm clean. Get tested twice a year, and I've not been with anyone for a while."

"How long is a while? Not that I care, just curious."

"Couple months. And my last test was after the last time."

I feel his fingers find my clit and I gasp, throw my head back against his chest, and hook my upper leg behind his. "Don't tease me, Saxon."

"Who's teasing?" He knows exactly how to touch me, how to bring me to the edge as fast as possible. "Wanna hear you come."

I clutch at his hand, stopping him from touching me. "No. I need you inside me."