Page 74 of Saxon

I touch myself and feel the edge of an orgasm fast approaching. I press my fingers against him as he moves in and out of me, delighting in the way my flesh wraps taut around his thick hard cock, the way he feels against my fingers, sliding with our joined and mixed essences.

"Come for me, Terra," he murmurs.

"Only when you do." I turn my face, and he reads me, somehow, leans over and finds my mouth. "I wanna come with you. Same time. Our first time, at the same time. I've never had that and I want it with you."

"Me either," he growls. "Together, then."

"I'm close."

"I know," he whispers, pausing to kiss me. "I feel it. I feel you starting to shake. I feel you, honey. I'm there, too. So close."

"I know," I echo him. "Feel you, too. Feel you getting bigger. You throb inside me, baby. Feel so goddamn amazing. Never…never felt anything so fucking perfect."

He takes my mouth and rolls so he's on his back, spreads my thighs wide, and drives deep. And, oh…holiest of fucks, he's so deep. Fills me so completely, so perfectly that I'm dizzy with it. With him.

My heart swells, bursts.

All the oft-shattered shards are smashed and obliterated. My heart is gone.

Something else replaces it. Something new.

Our mouths touch, tongues tangle. Bodies move in perfect synchronization.

"Terra," he whispers. "Fuck. I…fuck. I want this to last forever.”

"I know. But Saxon, baby, don't hold back. Give it to me. I can't come without you. I won't."

He bites my shoulder again, growling like a bear. "Fuck, fuck— I need…"

"Whatever you need, baby. Take it. Do it. Don't hold back."

He hooks his hands behind my knees and pulls my legs toward my torso, hesitates, and then slides into me, slowly. One last time, slowly.

I groan, head curling forward as I feel climax swiftly approaching. "Hurry, baby. I can't wait much longer, but I can't come without you."

"Tell me if I hurt you. If it's too hard."

"You won't. It'll be exactly what I need." I reach down and caress him with my hands and squeeze him with my inner muscles as hard as I can. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard."

He kisses my shoulder where his teeth dug in, and lets out a growl, and then…

Oh, perfect heaven.

He fucks me.

Saxon fucks me without restraint, finally. His grip on my legs is hard and tight, and perfect. Holding me in place, where he wants me. His cock drives into me hard and fast, and rough. He snarls wordlessly in my ear, each hot huffing breath timed with the slapping thrust of his beautiful cock inside me, and I can't breathe, can't move, can only whimper as he fucks me and fucks me and fucks me.

"Not yet,” he grunts, feeling me spasming around him. "Not yet, goddammit."

"Saxon, fuck, I can't—I can't stop it. I'm trying, I swear. I can't—oh—ohhhhh my fucking god in heaven…"

I feel myself rippling around him, involuntarily squeezing. I reach back and fumble for him, find his face, the back of his head, clasp and cup, grip and gasp. I fight desperately to hold back my climax, willing myself to wait for him, to wait until he releases.

"Please, Saxon. Please, please, please."

His grunts huff hard and fast and wild in my ear, growls and snarls unending, the pace of his thrusts now frantic and brutal—I feel each slapping slamming thrust in my soul.

He falters, teeth biting into my shoulder so hard I cry out, and I feel it, feel his release throb inside me. Feel his cock pulse. I reach down and cup his balls in both hands, grinding myself down on him, taking him deeper, refusing to let him pull away even a millimeter.