Page 24 of Saber's Surrender

“Flip over, Foxy. Hands and knees, present that pretty pussy to me, baby.”

As if I’ve been shocked by a live wire, I turn over on autopilot as he backs away, lifting up on my knees before my palms plant into the mattress. All of my weight is distributed between the two, and my head falls forward as he uses his thumbs to open me wide.

“So damn pink. Is all of this glisten for me, Foxy?”

“Yes,” I groan, dropping my forehead to the pillow. “It’s all yours, Weston.”

“Damn fucking right it is,” he growls, inserting both thumbs into my opening. “So damn wet. You don’t need any foreplay, do you, baby?”

“No,” I answer. “Please, Weston.”

“Please what, Foxy Roxy?”

“Please insert that big, fat cock inside of me.”

“Shit. I forgot how dirty your mouth can be when we're in the bedroom, Foxy. You’re so damn prim and proper at work that I let that slip my mind.” I don’t get a chance to retort before he’s bent over, swiping me from top to bottom with his tongue. I rock forward as he sucks my clit fully into his mouth, using his tongue to add circles to the bundle of nerves. I lose all track of time as he nibbles, sucks, licks, and amps up my libido. I’m a squirming mess by the time he’s done, screaming out his name as I explode from his ministrations.

“Delicious,” he says, wiping my essence from his mouth with the flat sheet. “Bend your elbows, Foxy, and prepare.”

“M’kay,” I agree, slurring. My arms and legs feel like limp noodles as I come down from the high of the incendiary orgasm that had black spots dancing behind my lids. When my head falls solidly into the pillow, my hands become a linchpin as I reach up and use the wall as an anchor to keep my head from slamming into it.

“You’re mine,” he decrees as he slams into me in one thrust.

“Yours,” I murmur, my voice being swallowed by the fabric of the pillowcase.

“What was that, Foxy?”

Twisting my head to the side, I repeat, “Yours. I’m yours.”

“Until the day you pass from this world,” he edicts, swiveling his hips and shoving himself so deep inside of me that I swear I can feel him in my womb.

As he pistons in and out of me, I see stars. I haven’t felt pleasure like this since the last time we made love. Long ago, he told me that no matter how wild we are when we come together, it’llalwaysbe making love.

We don’t fuck.

We don’t have sex because everything we do is full of love and compassion.

“Weston,” I moan as the head of his dick connects with my G-spot. “Oh, shit.” I know what’s about to hit me will be like a tsunami and I welcome it, the raw, pounding fervor of our passion as it flames brighter and brighter.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my dick.” He reaches down and lifts me to where my back is plastered against his chest. His hips continue plunging into me as I detonate with the new position. “Yes. Yes. Fuck, yes,” he chants as he rocks his pelvis into me one last time, emptying himself inside of me.

We collapse—our limbs twisted around the others in a sweaty, sated mess. “I can’t believe I forgot.”

“Forgot what, baby?” he inquires, kissing me behind my ear.

“Us. I can’t believe I forgot us, Weston.”

“I won’t ever let you forget again,” he swears.

“Promise?” I beg.

“Forever,” he pledges. “Sleep, baby, because we’re going to be doing that again and you’re going to need your strength.”

“Mmm… yes please.” Sleep claims me before I have any more coherent thoughts.

I miss his whisper in my ear, “I forgot us and how we were together too, Foxy Roxy. But never again.”

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