Page 81 of Saxon

"And we need to get moving." I don't let her go, though. I slide my hands up her thighs, over her belly, and caress her tits. "Two things, before we do shit. One, you're so beautiful you take my goddamn breath away. And two, that was the best sex I've ever had, too. Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever meant more to me than you trusting me with your body. Giving me yourself. Trusting me. Accepting me."

"That was like, five things," she says with another laughing sniffle, wiping at her eyes. "And no making me cry, goddammit."

"Wasn’t trying to."

"Well you are, saying sweet shit like that." She pulls against my hold "Now let me up. I'm leaking cum."

Instead of letting her up, I pick her up off me and set her on the couch beside me. "Stay there."

"But I—"

"You're gonna let me handle it," I order. "Now just sit there and be sexy."

"Well hurry up, because leaking what feels like eight gallons off your cum is not a sexy feeling."

I grab a huge wad of paper towels from the kitchenette area and bring it to her. Kneel on the floor in front of her.

With surprising shyness, she opens her thighs for me. Bites the corner of her lip. "Never let anyone do this before. No one's ever even wanted to."

I wipe down her seam, never taking my eyes off of hers. Fold, wipe, gather. Take my time, thoroughly cleaning her.

She swallows hard as I finish and stand up. "Thank you," She whispers. "That was…weirdly sweet."

"I wanna take care of you, Terra."

She digs the heels of her palms into her eyes. "Goddammit, Saxon. Again. What happened to the gruff, sarcastic, alpha dick?"

"You."

"Okay, well, that's sweet and it makes my heart hurt. But we need that guy back. And I need to be the ass-kicking bitch. So stow the sensitive softie back in his box, bring out the other guy, and let’s go wrap up this fucked up action movie we're in so we can go somewhere quiet and private where you can fuck the tears out of me again."

I nod, letting out a breath. "Yeah, you're right." I toss the paper towel in the trash, wash my hands, clean myself up, and then saunter back over to her. Bend over her. "But first…"

I kiss the shit out of her. Till we're both breathless and moaning, I kiss her.

Her hand fumbles at me, finding me hardening yet again. "Holy hell, Saxon. Again? Already?"

"You—it’s you. You make me crazy."

She laughs, giving me one sweet caress, and then smacking me on the ass. "Stop it, you bad, bad man. We have bad guys to fuck up. We don’t have time for round three."

"There's always time for round three," I murmur. "Can't help it if I want you more every time we fuck."

She groans, one hand on my ass, the other coming back to grip my cock. "Dammit, Saxon. We have to go. You know it and I know it. If I thought you could be quick, I'd go for it. But you and I both also know it won't be quick."

"Then you gotta let go of me."

"Tryin'. My hands aren't listening."

"Keep that up and it will be quick."

"Liar. You told me it'd be fast and you lasted for like five minutes."

"That is quick."

"Not really."

"It is for me."