Saxon isn’t as shaken by this as I was the first time he did it to me, and he responds to me immediately. Holding my face in a stronger grip, he brings his arm from my lower back to between my shoulders and manoeuvres my head in the direction he wants it. He instantly takes back the power and control he’s used to.
He licks and nips at my lips until I open up and my tongue slips out to meet his. His kiss becomes harder and more determined at my initiation, turning me on even more with the desire in his kiss. He wants me.
I wiggle slowly in his lap, knowing exactly what it will do to him although not expecting his reaction. He growls into my mouth before throwing me back onto the couch. I don’t have time to react before he is over me, taking my mouth captive.
Placing one knee between my legs, his other foot is on the floor, holding his weight. His elbow rests beside me on the couch while his other hand roams from the bottom of my thigh, over my hip and up my ribs to rest under my breast before he starts the tantalizing pathway all over again.
I kiss him mindlessly as my thoughts follow the path of his hand. My body arches off the couch, and I imagine his same erotic touch in other places.
Saxon must feel my need as he pulls away from my mouth, staring into my eyes. He then rips open my blouse and, along with my gold necklace, buttons are flying everywhere. I look at him with wide eyes. Holy hell.
His stare is fierce, determined, and hasn’t left mine, which instantly sets me off. I pull his head towards me and kiss him with all the need and want which is flowing through me. I kiss him with everything I have.
Grabbing at his t-shirt, he takes my cue and moves back briefly to pull it over his head before he returns my kiss. I run my hands all over his back, rushed and with no rhythm to my movements. I just want to explore him.
There is a different feeling being with Saxon this time. Knowing we have done this before and came through it on the other side, there are no underlying nervousness or what ifs. It’s more relaxed, and I feel like I can enjoy this and enjoy him.
His back is all hard lines and strong muscles which I take pleasure in rubbing over as they shift with the movements of his body, flexing and releasing as he runs his hand over my breasts and ribs. My hands slide down to his ass and I squeeze it hard before softly running my palms over it.
Saxon sits up and stares down at my body. “My God, Brooke, you are so fucking beautiful.”
“So are you,” I whisper as I stare at his perfect torso.
He leans forward and begins undoing my jeans. He stands to get off me as he peels them off my legs, leaving only my white lace thong and matching bra. “Fuck,” he whispers under his breath before quickly unbuttoning and pushing down his own jeans.
Black boxer briefs. So he does wear underwear. And good God, there it is. His dick is hard, and big, straining against the cotton of his underwear. I love how I do that to him. Someone so simple like me has that effect after he has been with how many tall, thin, and beautiful women and can have any one of them any time he likes.
Saxon crawls over me again, kissing my mouth lightly before trailing kisses and licking down my throat to my chest.
He undoes my front-clasp bra and pushes it to the side before leaning down and taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I’m caught off guard and gasp loudly as he sucks my nipple while caressing my other breast; then following the pain, he gives it soft, soothing licks.
“Fuck, Brooke, your tits,” he says as he makes his way to the other one and gives it the same attention. When he’s done with my breasts he slowly makes his way down my body, kissing, nipping, and licking as his mouth travels down my sternum.
He continues the trail down one side of my body along my ribs, and then goes over to the other side. He makes his way across my belly, which instantly tightens at the tickling sensation as he works his way to my belly button, licking and nipping around it.
Slowly he kisses down to my sex and my body tenses. Saxon must notice as he looks up to me, watching my reaction while he continues his kisses lower and lower. My legs tighten, and he grabs both my thighs in his strong hands as he pushes them apart.
He rubs his nose along my core, inhaling deeply before kissing and sucking on my panties, which I know are damp with my want for him. Unintentionally I push myself into his face, loving the feel of his kisses there, even over my panties.
Saxon pulls my panties to the side and leans forward before I cry out, “No,” and try to squeeze my legs shut once more. Trying is futile as his whole body is sitting between my legs now.
He sits up quickly and looks down at me with confusion on his face. He raises a questioning brow at me, and he may as well have the question written on his forehead: surely you’ve done this before?