I save him having to ask his thoughts out loud. “It’s just that we’ve been out all day, walking around …” I trail off, looking around uncomfortably.
Saxon smiles widely down at me as he begins pulling my panties down. “Brooke, if that’s the only excuse you have.” He waits expectantly for my response, scooting back as he continues pulling my thong off.
He throws it down to the floor and just stares at my pussy. I can’t help but squirm. The hunger in his eyes is overpowering. It feels way too intimate for two people just having sex. Surely he doesn’t give oral sex to his one-night stands. It’s one of those things which you need to be totally comfortable with the person, know them well, and know there is no judgement, or … Oh my God, I’m freaking out and just wish he wouldn’t.
Deciding to take control myself, I sit up and trail kisses all over his chest. His body is hard and warm and instantly lights a fire inside me. I want him so bad. What is it about him?
I dig my nails into his back where I’m holding him against me and begin sucking and nibbling on his nipples. Excitement, need, and want overtake me and suddenly I bite his nipple, hard.
“Damn,” Saxon utters as he stares down at me, his eyes wide. His gaze meets mine, and he growls deep in his throat before pushing me back down onto the couch and spreading my legs wide. “I don’t give a fuck about your silly excuses, Brooke. Nothing is stopping me from tasting you. I’ve been waiting too long.”
He’s on me before I can even respond, running his tongue down my folds from my clit to my ass. My hips arch into his mouth and even though I’m mortified, I don’t want him to stop. “Fuck, Brooke, you taste so fucking sweet, just like I knew you would. You’re so fucking wet for me.”
I inhale at his forwardness. I’m not used to dirty talk and definitely not one to do it myself. I would usually think it’s crass, but I’m shocked at how much it turns me on coming from Saxon.
He continues kissing and sucking at my lips and the sensation building is almost unbearable. He licks and kisses everywhere except for where I need it most.
Holding his head with both my hands in his hair, I circle my hips, trying to guide him where I want him. He chuckles as he continues circling around my clit.
“Saxon,” I beg. He chuckles as he lifts his head to look at me.
“Stay with me, baby.”
He returns to torturing me, kissing my pussy like he would my mouth, sucking my lips in and running his tongue around where I need it most. The sensation has built again and the need is growing just as Saxon slowly runs his tongue across my clit. It takes nothing more than that and my body explodes around his mouth.
My legs shake as I grip his head harder and thrust against his face. He continues to gently lick and massage my clit with his tongue, keeping my orgasm going and going, and then laps and licks at my pussy to soak up every last drop of my arousal.
As my body begins to relax and I float back down to earth, he sits up, already rolling a condom down his cock, which I didn’t even see him grab. He quickly thrusts into me, deep and slow, my body shuddering with the final waves of my orgasm.
He doesn’t allow me any reprieve though as he gradually begins a fast yet controlled pace. That familiar feeling begins building again, and I’m not sure I can take another orgasm so soon.
“Brooke, you feel so good. It’s never felt this good.” He’s breathing heavy, pushing my body to its limits with his deep and hard thrusts. I murmur his name as my body teeters on the edge.
He thrusts twice more, pushing me over and I scream out, “Saxon,” as yet another orgasm shoots through me. My head is thrashing from side to side as I see stars.
Saxon continues with long and measured thrusts and each one pushes me further and further from reality. He mumbles obscenities under his breath as his thrusts become more hurried, and he finds his own release, pushing into me two more times before he stills and lets go.
My body is numb. It’s heavy on the couch, and I can’t even lift my arm to push off the hair that has fallen in my face. It may have something to do with the huge man of muscle who is now lying on top of me, his face snuggled in my neck, breathing heavy and whispering my name over and over.
I shake my head trying to move the hair off my face. When that doesn’t work I try blowing it off. Saxon looks up at me, puzzled, before realising what I’m trying to do. He slowly glides his index finger across my forehead, pushing the errant locks behind my ear.
“Better?” he asks, giving me a sweet and sincere smile.
“Thank you,” I breathe.
We lie there while Saxon rests his head on my chest as he looks up at me just enjoying the moment, enjoying each other. No underlying thoughts, no hidden questions. Just us, taking each other in and what just happened.