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“Are you sure? This changes everything.” He’s trembling and I don’t know why, but nothing has felt sweeter.
“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.” Sealing my mouth over his, I arch my back and just like that, we become one.
He works his way in slowly, he’s big, massive in fact, and it takes a while for my muscles to accept him. But when they do, I’m in heaven.
We continue kissing as he rocks into me, careful not to take things too fast. But we learn this dance quite quickly, our bodies falling in sync with each other as he speeds up the momentum. I’m with him every step of the way, pushing when he pulls and acting as a yin to his yang.
He fills me to the brim, his girth bringing tears to my eyes. As he bucks into me faster, I yelp, and he instantly freezes. “I’m sorry. Have I hurt you?” The panic is clear on his face as he wipes the tears from the corner of my eyes.
“Don’t stop,” I reply breathlessly, hooking my leg around him to deepen the angle. He grins, and continues a controlled, steady rhythm.
I know he’s holding back. I can feel his deliberate strokes are poised and restrained. But I don’t want poised and restrained. I’ve lived my life under that pretense for far too long. I clench my muscles around him, rocking my hips and meeting him thrust for thrust. He groans and gives into my needy demands.
As he pumps into me ardently, all barriers between us slip away and all that’s left is Saxon and Lucy—nothing exists but us, and it’s beautiful. I place my palm over his hammering heart, right over his hourglass tattoo, appreciating the significance of it. Time will never change the fact that I love him, too.
He grips my thigh, pulling my leg out further so he can drive into me at a punishing speed. But I want it. I take everything he gives me, throwing my head back, my body lax. The bundle of nerves are treading so close to the surface, I can taste it.
He watches where we’re connected, the satisfaction that I’m finally his showing as he grins. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you this way.” My eyes roll into the back of my head as he sinks into me over and over again.
I’m seconds away from coming but almost scream in protest when he stops moving and withdraws from me quickly. My muscles clench and spasm, missing his skillful shaft, but they purr in pleasure when he scoops a hand around my belly and turns me, arranging me to rest on all fours.
He glides his fingertips over my scars, tracing each jagged one. I attempt to shift away, conscious and ashamed, but he doesn’t allow me to move an inch. A strangled sob and sigh gets trapped in my throat when he presses his lips to the ugliness, making me feel beautiful and loved.
Each lash of his tongue erases away the past and before long, my ass is high in the air as I arch my back, desperate to feel him inside of me once more. What I feel however is his pointer running down the pleat of my behind before his hands spread me open like a rosebud in bloom. When he buries his face between my backside, I try and scamper away, mortified and self-conscious, but he hooks a hand underneath me and draws me even further backwards so I’m bucking onto his face. I’m burning up from embarrassment, but also yearning. I feel downright desirable.
His tongue and mouth are in places no one has ever ventured before. He leaves no part of me untouched, leaving me squirming and shamelessly begging for more. The sound of his hand rubbing up and down his length fills my mind with erotic images, which has me letting go of restraint and riding out this feeling of pure bliss.
He is in tune with my impending release as he reaches between us and rubs over my swollen bud. The moment his deft fingers play me like an instrument made only for him, I scream, my hips bucking wildly, ready to ride out my release.
A startled cry escapes me as he slaps my ass cheek before pulling his mouth away and replacing his shaft where his lips once were. He pushes into me so deeply, I’m certain I can feel him imprinted into every part of my body. He rides me hard, punishing, and I like it. I slam back onto him as he thrusts into me over and over and over again.
He secures a hand around my waist, holding me prisoner, while the other coils around my hair, using my locks as reins. I feel him everywhere and I never want him to leave. That thought has me buckling, and I ride out a release so great, I can’t help but choke back a sob. I’ve never felt this way before and whether it’s in the throes of passion, or in happiness that I’m finally free, I roar, “I…fucking love you, too!”
My words have Saxon humming, almost howling in relief. He drives into me, ensuring I feel every slow stroke. He’s dominating, confident, and possesses every part of me, and I love it. I love him. After what seems likes hours, he bellows out his climax with an earth-shattering howl as he collapses on top of me.
We’re both trembling, still locked as one, and nothing, nothing has felt more perfect. I’m where I should be. I’ve finally found where I belong.
Twenty-One
I wake with a senseof clarity. Or it could be the sunlight streaming in from the undressed window.
Tossing an arm over my eyes, I block out the daylight, not quite ready to face the harsh light of day just yet. What happened between Saxon and I was…I don’t even know. There are no words to describe how I feel. It was nothing short of amazing.
After we collapsed, fully satisfied and complete, I fell asleep in his arms. I woke during the night, snuggled underneath a rug Saxon had draped over us. His heartbeat thumps robustly and warmly underneath my ear—a sound which almost lulls me back to sleep. But I know sooner or later we have to face what we did.
He said things would change between us and they have—they’ve changed for the better. I know I cheated on Samuel—I have both physically and emotionally, and for that, I will never forgive myself. But I’ll never be sorry for what transpired between Saxon and me. But before we confront Sam, we have to uncover what “this” is. We both expressed our love for one another, but that doesn’t automatically mean we’re a couple. Or does it?
The ring feels heavy on my finger, and for the first time in so many days, I know it’s time. I can’t wear Samuel’s ring any longer. We’re no longer the same people we once were. I can’t help but think that through losing Sam, I found myself. I found who I want to be.
Never feeling closer to another human being my entire life, I slowly rise, wanting to look at Saxon before he wakes. His mussed hair is sleep ruffled, flicking rebelliously in all different angles. His strong jaw line is covered with a dark scruff, complementing his bowed lips. Lips I so desperately want to kiss.
Leaning forward, I give into temptation and seal my mouth over his. Memories from last night flicker before my eyes, leaving me winded and craving more. He moans, the sound husky, rough, and so incredibly sexy.
“Good morning,” I whisper from around his lips. I don’t give him a chance to reply however as I slip my tongue into his warm mouth. He hums, surrendering, as I roll on top of him, our lips never breaking cadence.
When I feel him stir between my legs, although I’m a little sore, I’m eager to feel him inside of me again. As I sit up, the blanket pools around us, the sunlight highlighting Saxon in all of his glorious, naked beauty. The vision has me realizing I’ve never seen him completely bare before.
He is an exquisite creature.
