Page 93 of Saxon

I strip down to my underwear and climb in beside her—she has a full bed, so it's a tight fit.

She immediately puts her cheek on my chest, hand on my stomach, thigh over mine. "I still want you, but I'm sleepy."

I chuckle. "I think I can hold off my baser instincts for a while."

Truth be told, having her in my arms like this is…it engenders feelings so potent I have to work through them and figure them out.

Comfort.

Safety.

A warmth in my soul—happiness? Contentment? Unfamiliar things.

"I feel you thinking," she mumbles.

"I…" I turn my face to sniff her hair, graze my hand over the sinuous curve of her back. "Holding you like this is…"

I feel her listening. Waiting.

"I feel content. Or happy. I dunno. But it's good. As good as sex, almost."

Her lips press a kiss to my chest. "I know," she whispers. "Me too."

Sleep takes me—not deeply because I have an ear out for danger. Eventually, I go all the way under, and dream of Terra.

It's a hot dream.

We're in bed, her in my arms. It's early morning. She wakes up, smiles at me, and wriggles under the covers. I’m already naked because we'd fucked the night before—I know it the way you know things in dreams—and she takes me in her mouth.

Slowly, reality distorts. The dream twists. Sleep fades. I open my eyes, and I'm in her room—the ceiling is an old low popcorn ceiling, faded and dirty.

Heat—wetness and warmth wrapped around my cock, sliding, moving. I groan, gasp. Lift the flat sheet that's covering me…

I’m greeted by the sight of Terra, eyes bright and smiling up at me, lips stretched around me. She glides her palms up my thighs, eyes on me, and goes down, down.

"Fuck, honey. Jesus."

She takes her time, and I watch every moment. Never take my eyes off of her, and her eyes remain on mine. Smiling. Eager. Happy.

I barely have time to gasp a warning when the edge hits me, and then I'm spinning, lost in a wild wonder, spine arched and spasming as she sucks through the climax and keeps going until I have no breath and still…she milks it until there's nothing left until I'm a melted, helpless puddle on the bed.

Only then does she emerge from under the sheet, eyes glittering, lips wet—she wipes them with her thumb and then pops her thumb in her mouth.

Straddles me, naked. "Hi there." All I can do is stare. "Wow."

She giggles—which does unspeakably delightful things to her tits. "Good morning."

"Wow."

"Coffee first, huh?"

"What…" I clear my throat, attempt to find words. "Why?"

She shrugs. "I woke up happier than I've ever been. Sleeping in your arms makes me feel like I've never really gotten a good night's rest before, and now suddenly I'm, like, fully alive." She leans over me, the silky weight of her breasts resting on my chest, and kisses me. "I woke up with your morning wood halfway up my ass, and I was feeling happy, and when I'm happy, I'm horny. And voila, you get a lil’ bit of the ol' sucky-sucky for an alarm clock."

"Goddamn, woman. What a way to start the day."

She giggles again. "You get so stupid after I blow you. It's adorable. Might be my new addiction." Another giggle. "Get it? My new…a-DICK-shun."