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I skim my finger over her clit, bending my head to tug gently at the nub until she cries out. I tease my fingers over her wet folds, stroking and skimming and caressing until her legs are spasming.
I roll my tongue over her core, licking at her like she’s the tastiest, most moist dessert in the world, and I’ll never tire of it.
She’s moaning, her legs tightening around my head, her hands in my hair, tugging at me. I lift my head and kiss my way back up her stomach, kissing a trail to her breasts where I bite down hard, her groan of pleasure causing my cock to jump in my shorts.
When I reach her lips and kiss her hard, she bites down just as hard on my lips. “I want you to fuck me, Xander. I know you want to just as much.”
I want her; it’s driving me to the brink of distraction, not sinking into her warmth, into the blistering heat of her body, but I’ve been thinking about this all day, craving it all day, needing it all day. “I think I want to hear you say you love me much more.”
She pulls away from my lips, and her hands stroll down my body, slow and telling until she runs them over my chest, and I stand still until finally they rub at me through my shorts. “I think you’re lying, Xander.”
Her eyes are questioning, her voice tuned low. I watch her eyes, but she doesn’t look up at me. Instead, she keeps her eyes down on me, rubbing and stroking until I have to swat her hand away for fear I’ll come before I’m seated as deep inside her as I can go.
“Why the hell would I lie about this? That was the one thing I had to look forward to today; kept thinking about your eyes as you’d said them, the certainty in their depths. I want to hear it again.”
She bites her lips and lifts her head finally, hurt and something akin to temper swimming in them. What have I done now? “You didn’t say anything.”
I chuckle, incline my head, and suck at her neck, right at the pulse she so enjoys sucking on my own skin. “Did that piss you off, baby?”
“You’re a jerk, Xander Amory!” She snaps, leaning back to give me more access to her.
“And you’re mine.” I push my shorts off my hips, my heart pumping blood too fast, my cock thick and ready on my fists.
I bring myself to her folds, slap my cock against her clit, and watch as she fights the pleasure rolling through her. She doesn’t want to give in first. I chuckle again.
I line myself up at her entrance, slamming into her just as I whisper a truth she never should’ve doubted. “I love you, Melissa Sedric. I think sometimes I can’t breathe because of how much I worry about you. The way I want to keep you with me is crazy. The way your smile heals my world, the way I love our son is indescribable, the way you care about me, the way you crave me, it’s just the same way I want you.”
I punctuate each of the words with deep, settling, speaking thrusts into her, slamming into her tight, sleek warmth, pulling out despite the way she clenches around me with each stroke, with each pull back, she pushes against me, pulsing around me, needy in much that same way I was.
Her eyes are watery. “You didn’t say a word.”
“Because we were in a hurry. I needed you this way, totally with me, to let you know that I love you. That you’re mine. That I’m yours. That I’m not going anywhere you aren’t.”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her nipples tightening right before my eyes. “Oh, Lord. Fuck me, Xander. I think I’ll go crazy if you don’t. I need to come. Right now!”
That was a wish I could fulfill. I jerk my hips into her, our bodies slapping together, her fluids making it so easy to fill her. Her face flushes, and her breathing becomes harder, more erratic, more in touch with my ragged one. The pleasure torching my body, dragging me closer and closer to my orgasm, must be in hers too.
“Cum for me baby, I need you to come now.” I grunt, snapping faster and faster into her, stroking at her nipples and bending my head to bite at her nipples and bring her closer to the brink.
She nods, becoming wetter and clenching more. Her body almost makes me come; it’s taking all of my control not to blow inside her.
She parts her lips and shakes her head, lifting her head to scream her orgasm against my lips. She sinks her tongue in but doesn’t move.
Feeling her fluttering and pulsing against me, I slam into her once more, my body tingling from my fingers down, spreading white-hot pleasure like heaven over my skin.
I slide into her and spew my seed into her, bending my head into her neck and falling over her heaving chest. I allow my head to rest on her, breathing in time with her loud gasps. She kisses my ears softly. “I LOVE YOU.” She whispers.
I know she does. She’s home. And finally, the pain spills over my skin, rash and hot; they sting at my eyes. I pull away, my body inside hers, and finally agree that I’ll miss my Father. “I wish he didn’t have to die now.” Not now, when I am just getting closer to him. When I am old enough to understand why he’d been the way he’d been. When I might just have to be the way he’d been.
She tightens her arms around me, and tears spring into her eyes. “Oh, Xander.”
That night, we fall asleep together, her arms flung over mine, my hands over her stomach, her breathing singing in my ears.
31
MEL
Xander’s mother, a figure draped in black, moves with a grace that belies the pain etched across her features. She acknowledges condolences with a nod, her eyes betraying the depths of her grief yet remaining steadfast in the face of the funeral traditions that envelop us.
