Page 73 of Saxon

His teeth nip and dig, and his moan is guttural. "Terra…fuck. You feel…"

"Perfect. We're perfect together." I reach down between my thighs and find our joining, touching him where he fills me.

"So perfect," he whispers. "I didn't know. I didn't know it could feel this way."

My eyes sting. "Me either, baby. Me either."

Once he's fully impaled inside me, he just holds there, gathering himself. For all his talk of coming right away, I somehow doubt he actually will. I just wasn't kidding—I don't need sex to last forever. It gets boring. Not that anything with Saxon could ever be boring.

He curls a hand under my upper thigh, pulls my leg up and away, and drives deeper.

"Oh fuck," I whimper. "Yes. Yes. More!"

"Touch yourself," his whisper is hot in my ear, a command I gladly obey.

His other hand cups a breast, and he slowly pulls away and almost out of me. I whimper at the loss of him.

"Put it back put it back put it back," I chant.

He groans a laugh. "Like this?" He thrusts back home slowly, almost gingerly, at long, long last bumping home, hips pressing against my ass.

I touch my clit in slow circles, gently flicking. With my other hand, I reach down and caress him where he enters me. His root. His sack. Play with his balls, caress them, squeeze them, massage them.

"Holy fuck, Terra. I love how you do that."

We both falter at the L-word, even in that context. But neither of us say anything.

"Just like that," I whisper. "Do it again. Just like that. Please."

At my whimpered plea, he groans and pulls back, only to slide in again, just as slowly. "Like that?"

"Fuck yes. Yes, yes, just like that. More, please. Please. Don't stop."

He pulls away, just the tip of him inside me, flutters a couple of times, teasing, and then…

"Or, how about…this."

He drives in all at once, hard, slamming deep so our bodies meet with a clap. I cry out, unable to muffle it in time. My whole being spasms, and I clench around him, squeezing him as hard as I can—he grunts.

"Holy shit, babe. So fuckin' tight."

"I’m squeezing you. Like it?"

"Yeah, honey, I fucking love it. So good. Feels fuckin' incredible.”

I squeeze him again, and he tenses his belly. "Fuck, babe. Fuckin'….so goddamn good."

"Again," I breathe. "Fuck me hard again."

He draws back, flutters shallow thrusts, delicate little in-and-out movements that barely count. "Not like this?"

"No. Hard. I need it hard. Please."

He thrusts in slowly, like before. "I thought you liked it like this." This time, he doesn't stop, just keeps thrusting in and out, slow, gradual, teasing thrusts filling me and leaving me momentarily empty and desperate.

"Saxon, god. Hard, soft, I don't fuckin' care. Just…please, baby. Don't stop. Just please don't ever stop."

His lips touch my ear. "Keep calling me baby. I feel that shit in my soul, Terra. Makes me crazy."