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His voice is quiet, almost too low to be heard, but I hear him. I understand all the other things that he can't say—won't say.
I turn and lead the way up the stairs to our room. Once he pushes the door closed behind him, I drag him to the bed. He lets himself go.
His hand grips my waist almost painfully tight. I skim my finger over the front of his pants, and he hisses. I lift my head to his and smirk. "Looks like it didn't let up at all."
"And even if it had, you're a minx. It wouldn't lie low for long,” he growls into my hair.
I unzip him, my hand wrapping around his thick cock. I don’t know if it’s the day we’ve had, the tension, or the fact that I just seem to crave him, but my fingers are urgent around him.
I need him now. He just has to take me. I don't want to wait; I don't need foreplay. He's safe, and he's here. We’re all here together.
And I need him.
I stroke him, one long caress that has his fingers pinching my nipples painfully tight. I shudder and cry out. He racks the skirt of my dress up to my waist, almost as though he understands the thoughts in my head.
He shoves my panties to the side and sinks a finger into me. It’s not gentle, but a sharp thrust that has my back aching towards him, my hips pressing my wetness into his fingers. He joins another finger to thrust in and out twice.
Then he pulls the fingers out of me, already coated with my essence. Keeping his blue eyes firmly on mine, he takes a slow, sexy lick at his fingers. Then, he closes his eyes and groans. "You are ambrosia. I'd eat you all up, but I've been holding back all morning. I need you."
He lifts me onto the bed, tugs my dress up my legs to my waist, and then strokes a fast caress at his cock before shoving my lace panties out of the way and sheathing himself inside me with one hard thrust.
"Ohh. Oh," the cry slips out of my open mouth, and he anchors himself in my dress to hold me to him. His hand fists the dress so hard I know I'm not going anywhere until he wants me to. I like it.
I pant at him. "Hard. I can take it, Xander. And I need you to give it to me,” I tilt my head to look up at him.
His blue eyes are the color of a rough sea, dark and luminous, and he slams into me, his hips tight, my legs pressing down against his ass, my screams echoing his grunts of pleasure. I accept the fast thrust of his hips, the way his hands just hold on as he rams into me over and over again.
Sweat dots my forehead, pleasure singes my senses, dragging me into a cave of pleasure where my body doesn't belong to me but to him, to strum and touch and bring heat to.
"I'm close." I gasp, pant, cry, shudder, clench around him.
His face creases as though he's in pain. "Good. You’re such a good girl for me, Mel. You take me so well, and I want to fuck this pussy until you know that you’re mine. Mine,” he grunts.
His rhythm is long, punctuated by short strokes into my warm body. He sinks in deep, and then finally, his fingers leave my dress to slide over my clitoris. I lift into him with a loud cry, and I fall back into the bed, too far gone.
My entire body is racked by blinding flashes of pleasure so intense it sweeps me away. My cries are loud and choked.
I feel ragged, but his thrusts keep me right on the edge, holding on as he sinks in and pulls out until he tightens and comes inside me. I feel the heat of him like a brand, scathing my inner walls, and I like it.
God help me, I like it a lot.
He falls over me, and because I know soon he'll roll over to put me on top, I press my fingers into his back. "Stay this way a moment. Please, Xander."
He holds still, his muscles tense under my fingers. Then they unfurl and relax. "Let me know when I get heavy. I don't want to burden you."
He still doesn't understand. I sweep my tongue along his lips, and he opens his eyes. "You could never be a burden to me, Xander. Never. Do you understand?"
I press a kiss to him so that he knows I’m serious.
Xander’s weight is a welcome anchor. It keeps me grounded, pulls me down.
I want him inside me.
I want him always.
I don’t know how to tell him, but I need him to know.
For me, it was always Xander. Only Xander.
