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“Aaahhh…” I shudder as he cups my breast and tugs the nipple.
“Catie, ” he murmurs, kissing my neck, then my lips as I turn my head and look at him. “You drive me crazy.”
“You too…” I’m starting to lose the plot, and when he slides his hand down between my legs and strokes me, I know it’s not going to be long before I come.
The song changes at that moment, and Earth, Wind & Fire start singingSeptember, chirpy and upbeat. We both start laughing.
“I thought I’d chosen a John Mayer playlist,” he says. “Want me to change it?”
“No.” The song is bright and sunny, like the beautiful day outside, and it lifts my heart. “It’s perfect.”
He sighs and kisses my shoulder, then continues to stroke me as he starts to thrust again. I close my eyes and let the music carry me up into the gorgeous sunshine, smiling as he hums to the chorus, his deep voice reverberating through me.
“I love you,” I whisper shyly.
He kisses my neck. “I love you too.” He circles the pad of his finger over my clit, and I shiver, my teeth tugging on my bottom lip. Aaahhh… I’m so close, and I can tell from the way he’s moving that he’s not far behind.
“Saxon…”
“Fuck, yeah, come for me, Catie-with-a-C…”
I have no choice but to obey, and I move my hand on top of his, feeling his fingers caressing me, and then cry out as my body clenches and pulses, tightening around him. He groans, still moving inside me, riding me through it, until the tension goes and my breath comes in large gasps.
He rests his hand on my hip, fingers gripping as he continues to thrust, and I have the glorious joy of feeling his body tighten, his muscles hardening as his pleasure reaches its limit, and then his long, deep shudders as he comes inside me, his breath whispering across my skin as he sighs.
We lie there in the warm sunshine, the breeze from the open window brushing across our damp skin.
He kisses my back. “Sorry that was a bit quick.”
“It didn’t feel quick.”
“Well, thank you. But it was. You were too luscious. I’ll get better without twenty weeks between each session.”
I chuckle. “I like being called luscious.”
“Oh, I have a hoard of adjectives to describe you, Miss Catie.” He withdraws, pulls a pillow down again to get comfortable, then slides an arm around my waist. His fingers skate over my bump.
“Do you think they felt anything?” I ask.
“Mat says no. But even if they do, I’m afraid they’re going to have to get used to it.” He nips my earlobe.
“Ow. So this is going to be a regular thing, then?”
“Oh yes. You’re going to be sick and tired of me.”
“Never.”
“You’ll be saying, Saxon, no, not again, that’s the third time today, I can’t bear to have any more sex with you.”
I giggle. “Three times in one day?”
“I’m telling you, I’m full of testosterone. It’s oozing out of me. I’ll be making every woman pregnant within a five-mile radius just by walking past them.”
“You’d better not.”
“You said that you expect me to see other women.”
“I lied.”
