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“Do you like when I do this?” Bending forward, still swaying my hips, I softly bite over his racing pulse.
He hisses, tightening his grip around me. “Yes.”
“What about this?” Threading my fingers through his long hair, I tug his head backward, exposing the length of his neck. I drift downward, using my tongue as my navigator, lapping lazily over any scrap of flesh I can find. When I reach the dip between his collarbones, I come back up for air.
“Yes,” he replies breathlessly, his erection impossibly hard between us.
Looping both hands behind his neck, I arch backward, offering my exposed breasts. “And this?” He responds by leaning forward and taking my left breast into his hot, wet mouth. He languidly circles my pearled nipple with his tongue.
I want nothing more than to surrender, but that isn’t what this is about. It’s about taking our time and connecting in every way.
With one hand still latched behind his neck, I coax him to let go with the other. He complies. Even in the shadows, I can see his desire, which spurs me on. Hooking two fingers over the curve of his lower lip, I implore that he permits me entry. He does. When his lips part, I slip my fingers into his warm mouth. I slide them in and out, his tongue circling the tips, wetting them just how I want him to. The action is so like when he worships my center. I stifle a moan.
Once they’re coated, I slip them free with a succulent pop. Quashing my nerves, I walk my fingers between us and slip them into my underwear. The lubrication he provided mingles with mine, and I whimper when I slip them into me.
A low growl rumbles from his chest.
“Do you like to watch?” I ask between deep intakes of breath, increasing the tempo of my fingers. “I liked watching you.” Memories of him pleasuring himself in the shower add to my need.
“You drive mefuckingcrazy,” he replies, his head dipped, watching what’s unfolding on his lap.
His response provides me with the confidence I need, and I continue to get myself off. I would much prefer his fingers, but having him watch me is a totally different experience, and I own it. I caress myself, adoring the way his hot breath bathes my naked flesh.
The delicious intrusion between us only seems to grow when I brush against it, and I know it’s taking all of Saxon’s willpower not to throw me onto the bed and have his way with me. I rub over my budding center, so desperate to come, but I don’t.
As I’m still working myself into a frenzy, I unfasten Saxon’s belt and unsnap the top button of his jeans. Breathless anticipation fills the space between us, and when I raise my hips so I’m able to open his zipper, he reaches down and rips my underwear clean off in one tug. Saxon is a gentleman, but a dominant force in the bedroom when I need him to be, and I love it.
His savage aggression adds to my already aroused state, and I pump my fingers in and out fiercely, so ready to replace them with him. He yanks down his jeans, and when I feel his red-hot hard-on against me, an untamed moan spills free.
This is my show, but I know it won’t be long until Saxon takes the lead, giving me what we both crave. He dips his hand between us, circling my ripe clit. I scream as his touch feels like a thousand volts of electricity coursing through my veins.
My fingers will no longer do, so I lift my hips and grasp his length. Wrapping a hand around his neck, I lower my hips and guide him into me, inch by delicious inch. He hisses, clenching tightly around my waist, yet he still allows me to take what I want from his glorious form.
I’m stretched wide, and the feel of us, flesh to flesh, is a miracle come true. Once he’s rooted deep within, I halt, wanting to savor our union. “I love you,” I gasp, on the cusp of bursting.
He presses his cheek on my chest over my heart and sighs. “And I you.”
Once my muscles adjust to the vast intrusion, I begin to rock my hips, placing both hands on his cheeks and drawing his face to mine. The full moon comes out of hiding, illuminating this deepest joining, and I smile. This is everything I will ever want. Now and forever.
Our movements are languid as we’re in no hurry. We have all night, the rest of our lives. We worship each other’s mind, body, and soul, and it’s beautiful.
Saxon closes the distance and kisses me with the sweetest sweep of his lips. He parts my mouth with his tongue, a tender touch which transforms into an affectionate kiss. I lock my arms around his shoulders and continue riding him, unable to get enough.
His signature fragrance intensifies tenfold, and I want it all over me. I press our chests together, groaning. Our kisses become more frantic as Saxon guides my hips, rocking me back and forth. I clench, and he hums, biting my bottom lip.
“Oh, fuck, Lucy,” he cries into my mouth. “Say this is forever. Tell me this will never end.” After today, we both need the assurance that this feeling is without end.
Increasing the tempo, I lift my hips and slam onto him, screaming. “This will only get better. I promise.” And I mean every word. He hums, bouncing me on his lap, the mood changing as we both race toward the finish line.
We both let go, taking and giving, and before long, I have no idea where my body starts and his ends. He bends down and sucks my nipple while I bow backward, moaning, as he buries himself as deep as he can go.
I’m so close, it lingers on my tongue, and when Saxon thrusts his hips, brushing over my center, I can’t help but explode around him. He growls, pumping into me so ferociously, while I grow lax and ride the wave of pleasure, unable to silence my cries.
He continues sinking into me, his unrefined grunts adding to the afterglow, and when I feel him tense, reaching the apex I just traversed, I do something I can question tomorrow. He starts to pull out, but I stop him. “No holding back. I want to feel you inside me long after you’ve gone.”
The whites of his eyes display his astonishment to my revelation. His lips part, heavy breaths escaping him as he’s trying to hold back. But I want this. “You are my home, Saxon. Forever is not long enough, so let’s make every second count.”
I rock my hips, my hypersensitive flesh screaming in blissful torture, but when Saxon rumbles low, his movements jerky and unrestrained, it’s so worth the pain because he explodes in me with a husky cry. He pumps wildly, both hands low on my hips as he milks every last drop. “I promise to love you forever… Every single day of forever.”
