Page 82 of Saxon

"You know, I think I dropped something behind the couch," she says, twisting in place and over the back of the couch, making a big show of trying to look down the crack between wall and couch…while not so subtly arching her back, glancing over her shoulder at me invitingly.

"Just got you cleaned up."

"What a shame," she murmurs.

"Fuck," I growl. "How am I supposed to say no?"

"Pro-tip: you're not."

I kneel on the couch behind her, and she reaches back between her legs, guides me to her, notching me inside her slick hot seam.

Fuck, sliding inside her is like coming home.

We both groan as if it's been days or weeks instead of minutes. I've always had a pretty short refractory period, but she really does do something to me.

I've also always had pretty good stamina, as well as control. Not with her.

Not like this, especially. I push in deep, and she collapses forward against the wall, gasping. I pull her back so she's kneeling upright in front of me, and somehow, despite the difference in height, we line up perfectly. She rests her head on my shoulder, hands reaching back to bury in my hair. I cup her breasts and breathe her scent, gaze down her body, at my hands on her.

"Wish we had a mirror," I say.

"Me too. Or a camera. I've always wanted to film myself having sex, but I never trusted anyone enough to suggest it. You and me, recording ourselves fucking in front of a mirror?"

"Fucking hot," I murmur.

"You ever film yourself?"

"Hell no."

I lift up, surging into her. Caress her breasts, fit two fingers against her clit, and set her off.

It's all too easy. A few lazy circles, a pinch of her nipples, and she's gasping, writhing into my thrusts.

"How the hell do you manage to make it feel even better every time?" She whispers. "Fucking magic."

"You're the magic, Terra."

She shakes her head. "Don’t argue with me, Saxon Cabot."

"Yes ma’am."

"Now, shut up and fuck me, so we can go do bad things to bad people."

"Sounds like a great plan," I say, "Except for one thing."

"What?"

"I'm not fucking you."

"No? Sure as hell feels like you're fucking me. Feels like you're fucking my brains out."

I clutch her tits and plant a foot on the floor and drive into her, hard and fast, relentless, savage. Chasing my release, chasing hers.

"It may feel like I'm fucking your brains out, but really, I'm making sweet, sweet love to you. I'm just doing it really hard."

"You said the L-word."

"Tangentially."