Page 80 of Saxon

She lets go of my hands and grips the back of the couch, throwing her head back, spine arching inward, and increases her pace. Her tits bounce and sway, and I am utterly mesmerized.

"Touch me," she commands.

I obey, palming her ass with both hands, spreading her open so I can get even deeper. She drops her head and pushes down on me, sinking me so deep I grunt.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," She whispers, breathless. "Saxon, I'm coming. I'm coming."

"Look at me, Terra. Look me in the eyes when you come."

Her eyes fly open and meet mine, hers wide, wet, shocked. "Saxon, my god, oh my god."

"That’s it, baby. Say my name. Don't look away. Say my name and come all over me."

Her mouth drops open and her eyes widen further, and the fast-paced roll of her hips slows, stutters, falters, and she clenches around me, her whole body shaking.

"Saxon, oh fuck, Saxon—" she lifts up, leans forward, collapses against me, holding my head and burying her face in my neck. "You—please. You."

I know what she's asking. I press my feet onto the floor and give her what she needs. Grip her beautiful ass and clutch it and hold it apart and fuck her hard and fast and deep.

Drive up into her exactly how I know she needs it right now.

I feel her come around me, squeezing me so hard I can barely move inside her, her whole body wracked with juddering, shuddering waves.

Mine hits me like a wall—I have no chance to even think about holding it back. I surge up into her, wrapping my arms low around her back, just above her ass, my face in her shoulder. She gasps with me, her arms around my neck.

"Saxon!"

"Terra, Terra…"

I pour into her and she rolls on me, taking me, milking our once again united climaxes. Again and again, I shudder as I come inside her, and she shakes against me, coming around me.

Slowly, we come down from the peak, gasping and sweating.

"Terra, I think…I think I—"

"Don't," she whispers, covering my mouth with a hand. "Don't. Don't say it."

"No?"

She sniffles a laugh. "I'll start crying again, and I don't cry in general, but I especially don't cry during sex. Even more so not during good sex, and baby?" She pulls back, palms on my cheeks, thumbs caressing my lips. "This was, without question, the best sex of my life. There's not even a close second. So no. Don't say it. Because I'm not crying again. Not after the best fucking I've ever gotten."

"As long as you understand it's more than just fucking for me."

She leans down to kiss me. "For me, too."

"It'd be okay if you did cry, as long as it's good crying."

"It would be the best crying. It would be tears of 'I had no fuckin' idea sex could even feel like that.'" Her eyes shimmer as she gazes at me. "Remember how I said it felt like something was missing?"

"Yeah." I can't help touching her, caressing her everywhere my hands will reach.

"I think I found it." She squeezes around me. "Right here."

My chest clenches and my gut twists. "Terra…Jesus. You're killing me."

We sit together like that for who knows how long. Her on top of me, my cock eventually slipping out of her…

"I need to get cleaned up," she says, pulling away to sit upright and making a face. "I’m, um…a little messy."