“Patience, Bear. I’ll give you what you need. I just like to watch your pussy eat me up, nice and slow.” I clenched around him, and he bit out a curse as he shuddered behind me. “Dammit, you’re so fucking sexy, Blaire.” When he was finally balls deep inside me, he whispered, “Tell me.” He didn’t even have to say it. I knew what he wanted to hear.

“I love you,” I said softly.

“Again.”

“I love you, Axel.” The words were barely out of my mouth when he began fucking me with long, hard strokes, his hands gripping my ass with bruising strength.

“Again. Please,” he grunted, and I whispered the words over and over as he plunged into me, hitting that spot inside me that only he had ever found. “Christ, Blaire. I love you so fucking much. I’ve wanted to tell you that every time I’ve been inside you, but I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“I’m not scared now, Ax.” He bent over my back, resting one hand on the floor and reaching the other under my shirt to fondle my nipples.

He moaned in my ear, “You feel so good wrapped around me, Blaire.” He slowed his pace as he sucked hard on my neck and tugged at one of my nipples, setting off a quiver that started at the base of my spine and worked its way up and out to my entire body. “Mmm, I feel you, baby. Come for me.”

His voice was deep and gravelly, and my fingers dug into the carpet as I tried to deal with everything he was doing to my body. The thick crown of his cock was stroking in and out, touching all the right places to make me go crazy. I turned my head toward him, and he kissed me, swallowing my cries of ecstasy as a deep, intense orgasm rocked through me. He rode me through it before pulling out and coming all over my ass and back, his moans muffled by my lips pressed to his.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and soft kisses, Axel helped me off the floor and led me to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower.

We washed each other’s bodies slowly, our eyes locked together in wordless communication. We finally got out of the shower and dried off. “Can I borrow some of your boxers?” I asked. “My panties seem to be a bit, um, wet.” He grinned before getting dressed in his pajama pants and going into the bedroom. He came back seconds later with a pair of boxers, kneeling to help me put them on. I pulled his T-shirt back on, and we returned to the bedroom, each of us crawling in on either side of Carrie.