Page 73 of Living Without

“Yeah, my woman likes her man finger fuckin’ her.”

“Yes.” I moaned. I kept moving on his fingers and back against him. Still, a need to touch him was urgent. Reaching back, I slid my arm under his and down, straight into his boxers.

“Goddamn,” he groaned as soon as I circled my hand around his dick and tugged up and down once. I lost his hand. I made a mew of complaint until he ordered roughly, “Take your panties off.” He shifted and moved behind me, while I pushed my undies down my legs. I threw the blanket off us and kicked my panties to the floor.

I lay back and Saxon moved in close again. I sighed when his hand touched my thigh and he forced it down to the bed. The other he hooked it over his legs.

His fingers tickled as they danced up over my mound and then higher, pushing my nightie along with it, until they came to a stop, and my nightie was scrunched up under my armpits.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Saxon murmured through clenched teeth. He cupped a breast, moulded it with his hand and then pinched my nipple, drawing a gasp from me. “Stunnin’. Give me your mouth, angel.”

I tilted my head to the side and up as Saxon leant over. He claimed my mouth in a sensual kiss while he glided his fingers down my body and cupped my pussy.

“Mine,” he roughly growled against my lips.

I agreed with a moan when he dipped a finger inside of me, then added another. My hand searched him out again, and I wound my fingers around his erection. He pumped his hips forward, his dick sliding in and out of my hand.

“Fuck,” he cursed and ran his lips down my neck where he bit.

“Yes!” I cried and ground down on his fingers, fucking myself with them.

Finally, I was getting a taste of what we could be like in bed, and it was beautiful.

His hand disappeared from between my legs. Instead, he gripped my waist and pulled me up on him so I straddled his thighs. His hands gripped my nighty, where he then tugged it up and threw it to the floor.

“Wanna see your face when you come. Want you to see me, know whose hands are on you, and know with each touch from me you become mine more and more.”

“Please,” I begged. I then arched my back and cried out as he thrust his fingers deep within me. As I rode his fingers and his thumb circled my clit, I lowered my upper body and kissed, nipped, and tongued his chest.

“Christ, fuckin’ perfect. Meant for me.”

“Always.”

“Shit, yes.”

I could sense it building inside of me, in my lower belly. It swirled, dipped, and caused me to pant.

“Head up, Nary. Sit back and show me yourself.”

Leaning up with my hands rested on the bed beside his head, I sank down on his fingers. A shudder ran over me, a small smile of pleasure lifting my lips, and then I pulled back up again. As I kept moving down and up, my eyes remained open and on my man under me. To see Saxon below me sent a thrill throughout me. Still, I needed to touch him, to grip him. I reached down for him, my hand circling him, pumping his cock.

“Faster,” he ordered through clenched teeth. “Fuck, yes.” His groan spurred me on.

“Saxon,” I cried, throwing my head back. I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t. I rode his fingers in me while I jerked his cock up and down.

“Eyes,” he demanded.

Tilting my head, our eyes connected, I bit my bottom lip and moaned in the back of my throat as my orgasm overtook me. My walls clenched around his fingers while his thumb circled over and over my clit. I came long and hard, waves of delicious heat rolling through me.

Saxon cursed. His jaw clenched and his neck muscles tightened as the first shot of cum erupted out of him, landing on his stomach. I kept pumping as he slid his fingers from me. After the last drop of cum came out, I slumped myself down on top of him, not caring his jizz would be all over me.

His hands cupped my arse, then he said, “Wasted a long time. But that moment just made up for it.”

I giggled and nodded against his chest. “You can cop a feel in bed anytime you like.”

“If that’s the outcome, I’ll be copping a fuckin’ feel every chance I can get.”

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