“Take those off and sit down,” I ordered, words bypassing my brain, coming straight out of my mouth.
The fabric of his pants pooled at his feet as he stepped out of them. The rod that emerged was massive, his hand already fisted at the base. My mouth watered, and I instantly wanted to find out how much I could shove down my throat before his toes curled and he groaned. The other part of me wondered if I could fit all ofthatin me.
It had been so long since a man had been inside me, much less a god. I was usually fully in my confidence to handle anything, but he might damn well break me in two.
So why was I so quick to kick off my boots and shove my pants down? Wasting no time, I strode over to him in three steps before settling in his lap. His hands found my hips again, making me feel secure and powerful. My wet center pressed against the length of his hardness, nestling him against me without letting him inside. A thrill swept through me like a wave. Was this really happening?
“Miranda.” He gasped my name like it was a prayer as those brilliant blue eyes searched mine, looking for I don’t know what. Mercy? Release? Connection?
Reaching down, I encircled the velvet hardness of his cock and lifted my hips. Slowly, I settled onto the tip of his dick. Oh. My. God. Even that small amount had me throwing my head back and groaning at the sensation of being stretched.
So long. It had been so long. And had it ever felt like this?
My name fell off his lips like a never-ending waterfall. Both of us were falling to pieces and he was barely inside me.
I lowered a little more. Fuck, I was already so full. My entire body broke out in a sweat. “Gah,” I hissed. Despite my work outs, none of that had prepared my body for this.
“Fucking hell,” he said, and dropped his head forward so he could suck on one of my breasts, moaning into me. It sent vibrations straight down into my already sensitized center.
Another few inches and I feared I would die.
When I finally had him fully inside me, my nails broke the skin on his shoulder, my thighs and entire body shook. It was too much. He was too big. And whatever spot he just hit inside me must also be my emotional center because an unprecedented wave crashed over me. I wanted to cry, shout, and scream at the same time. As if all the emotions I’d pushed down, shoved into little boxes so I wouldn’t have to deal with them had exploded open at once.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I heard Xander say before he found my lips with his. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” he chanted in between deep, searching kisses. His hands slid up my bare back, soothing me as a couple tears escaped the corners of my eyes.
Fully inside me, Xander didn’t move though I knew he must have been desperate to do so. Slowly I adjusted to his size and the wave of emotion calmed a fraction. When I took my first shallow breath after I don’t know how long, I rocked my hips.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out, pleasure ripping through me in a totally new way.
Xander’s teeth pressed into my breast as he panted heavily.
I continued to rock my hips, my head falling back as I surrendered to the feeling of being intimately impaled again and again.
His power still pressed in around us. It pulsed with the rhythm of our bodies. I started out moving gently up and down before his hands gripped my hips, easily lifting and lowering me in longer strokes.
“I could die like this,” he rasped. “So very wet. So very tight.”
My eyes squeezed shut as thoughts of reality tried to bombard the moment.
Iwouldhave to kill him. After this I’d have to pull out my talking, pacifist-sword and run him through.
The absurdity of it all made tears crowd in my throat again.
I didn’t want to kill him. The petulant child in my banged her fists on the ground in protest.
“Baby, I need you to come for me,” Xander crooned, resting his forehead against mine, still rocking my hips up and down. “I need to see you come again. It’s all I want.” His words ended between gritted teeth. As if it would kill him if I refused his wish.
My body tightened up, fighting against his words.
My teeth gritted. No. I didn’t want to let go. My brain couldn’t decide if it’s because that would end this moment, or because I couldn’t let myself let go.
“Don’t fight it,” he growled, glaring at me, somehow knowing exactly what I was doing.
“Don’t tell me what to do, beast boy,” I said, sounding more in control than I felt.
“Oh no sweetheart, now you’ve done it,” he taunted. In a moment we were up and against the room, my back pressed against a cold concrete wall this time. The contrast of his hot body on one side and the freezing hardness behind me only heightened my awareness of how much he filled me. My legs wrapped around his hips.
Xander rocked his hips into me, faster than the slow steady pace we’d been keeping while seated.
