Page 29 of Touchdown
“So good,” I panted, already seeing stars behind my eyelids.
He took that as encouragement, framing my pussy with his palms as he spread my lower lips apart to devour me. Threading my fingers through his hair, I held on while Saxon used his lips, tongue, and teeth to bring me to the brink of an orgasm.
But then he lifted his head, and I whimpered.
“You wanna come, baby?”
“Yesss,” I panted, whipping my head from side to side.
“Say you’re mine, Ivy. I want to hear it,” he demanded. “Now.”
“I’m yours,” I breathed.
“Damn straight,” he murmured against my damp flesh before sinking his tongue inside me while pinching my clit.
Waves of pleasure crashed over me. They were stronger than anything I’d ever felt before. “Yes, oh yes! Saxon!”
He licked me through my release, waiting until I was a boneless heap against the mattress to climb up my body and settle between my legs again. Grabbing the base of his dick, he lined it up with my entrance and took my mouth in a deep kiss as he drove forward.
I had no warning before he fully sheathed himself inside me. The stretch was intense, a sharp sting mixing with pleasure, and I froze, my breath catching.
“Fuck,” he groaned, breaking the kiss and burying his head in my neck. “So damn tight.”
I went still, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Uh-huh.”
He lifted his head, concern in his eyes. “Am I hurting you?”
I shook my head and admitted with a nervous laugh, “Oops, didn’t I mention that I’m a virgin? Or was, I guess.”
His eyes filled with awe. “You saved this for me, sunshine?”
“Yeah,” I confessed, my cheeks filling with heat. “Probably something I should’ve mentioned sooner.”
His hips flexed in the tiniest movement. “That depends on how much it hurts.”
I did an experimental wiggle, surprised to find I was already adjusting to his size. “Not bad.”
“Because you were made to take me, Ivy.”
I nodded, my cheeks flushing. “Only you.”
His control snapped. He grabbed my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head, and draped one of my legs over his arm. The shift opened me up, and he sank even deeper.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned.
“Oh, wow.” He filled me completely, perfectly, and for a heartbeat, neither of us moved.
“Say it again,” he whispered in my ear.
My gaze jerked up to his face, his hazel eyes burning into mine as a muscle jumped in his jaw. “What?”
“That you’re mine.”
I twined my arms around his neck. “I’m yours, Saxon.”
Something inside him broke loose at that. His pace turned rougher, desperate. Every roll of his hips drew a cry from my lips and each kiss branded me deeper.
He caught my mouth again, swallowing my moans until pleasure built into something fierce and bright. When I shattered around him, his name tore from my throat. “Saxon!”
