Page 79 of Saxon

"Look me in the eyes, Terra. It seem to you like I'm bullshitting you?"

She searches me, and I let her. For the first time in my life, I lower my guard. My walls. My everything. My heart hammers in my chest. Fear pounds in my veins.

A long, fraught moment passes, our eyes locked, searching each other, laying our cards on the table, face up, nothing hidden.

Her lips touch mine, soft and warm and inviting. My eyes close, and I open my mouth to hers, and she whimpers into the kiss, a sound of relief and desire.

That sound—I'm ruined. One soft gasp, and I'm undone. How can I want her and need her more now, mere minutes after having her, than I did before?

It's not want. Not even need. Something else. Something more. I don't have the language to describe it. Closest I can come is the feeling of drowning. You swam too deep and the surface is too far up, and you can't hold your breath any longer—your lungs are screaming, burning, you're dizzy, desperate. The all-consuming need for air…

That's how I feel.

She kisses me, and I can breathe. Her tongue tangles with mine, and there is nothing but her, but me, but us. Our bodies, our souls.

I wasn't even sure I believed in souls until I met her, until I kissed her, until I touched her, until I heard her come around my finger, around my cock, until I knew the taste of her essence as I devoured her, until I knew the way it felt to have her mouth wrapped around my cock, until I knew how it felt to reach climax in unison with a woman who has somehow captured me, heart, mind, body, and soul—instantly.

My arousal aches between our bodies, and I feel her wrapped around me and feel her kissing me and feel her hand splayed against the back of my head with a possessive tenderness that makes me tremble all over, an innocent touch that's somehow almost more intense than anything she could do sexually.

We need no words. There are none.

She tilts her hips, lifts up a little, and the kiss breaks and our foreheads touch, and she takes me inside her, all the way, all at once. A deep, feral, guttural groan escapes me, matched by a breathy gasp from her.

I adjust my grip, holding onto her ass. Drive up into her, so deep in her soft wet tightness that it aches, aches in my balls, in my gut, my everything.

"Sit," She whispers. "Please. Sit down."

I shuffle backward to the couch and sit, sinking into the cushions. She's on top of me, above me, her huge perfect tits swaying in front of my face. I capture one in my mouth and take her ass in my hands, fucking finally getting to take my time with it, feel it, appreciate it. She rolls her hips sinuously, and a thrill of arousal shatters through me, ripping a groan from me.

She's just getting started. Her arms wrap around my neck and she clutches the back of my head again, fingers scratching and clawing and caressing my hair and my nape and my scalp and my shoulders as she writhes on me, taking my cock deep and deep and deeper. I cup her breasts, hold them to my face, suckle them, knowing how sensitive her nipples are. She gasps and whines as I nip and bite and lick and suckle her diamond-hard nipples, and I feel her pussy spasm—yeah, I could probably make her come from nipple play alone.

She has other ideas.

She knits our hands together, palm to palm, and extends them up the wall above my head. Leans forward, lifting up just so, seeking the exact right angle…

And slams down hard, once…twice…three times, each time crying out with a low guttural groan, like a lioness.

"Oh fuck, Saxon. Don't move. Don't move, baby. Please don't move."

"I won't."

"Shut up and suck on my tits."

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

She grinds on me, then, hands tangled with mine, her grip brutally hard, pussy soft and tight and wet and hot. She shakes all over, riding me slow and hard, grinding up my length and immediately slamming back down, ass smacking my thighs loudly—her gasps come harder and louder and more breathless which each thrust, and through it all, I hold still, hold her hands, and give her the control.

"You're…fuck, fuck!" She shudders, faltering, and then finds her rhythm gain. "You're hitting my clit and my G-spot at the same—ohfuckFUCK!"

Didn't know that was possible, but okay.

All thoughts leave my brain, then. All that's left is sensation and instinct and emotion.

I know the word I'm thinking, but I'm not sure I'm brave enough to say it. Seems crazy to even think it after knowing Terra for less than a day, but it feels like I've always known her.

She gasps in rhythm with her rolling hips, each shuddery inhale coming at the exact moment I bottom out inside her.

I feel it happen, feel her orgasm explode through her. It starts as a rippling of her pussy around me, a higher pitch of her keening gasps, a faster pace of her movements.