Page 156 of What About Us

His hand glides up my inner thigh, and when he reaches my core, he hums against my skin, sending electricity through me.

“Fuck, you’re wet, Red.”

“Duh. Hot, remember?”

He smiles and presses two fingers inside me, and holy shit, the jolts of electricity that just went through me are insane. “I’m going to fuck you all night long.”

“Okay.” I don’t think my brain can function well enough to form any other words.

He makes a Come here motion with those fingers, brushing that most sensitive spot, and I moan.

“Jesus Christ, the sounds you make, Ivy.”

How does he get me to the edge so quickly? Every single time? But before I can fall over, he takes his hand away and then brushes his fingertips over my lower lip, painting my essence there. I lick it away, and he grins with naughty satisfaction.

“You’re perfect for me. You know that, right?”

“I need you to fuck me, Xander.”

“Hard or soft? Fast or slow?”

“Yes.”

He huffs out a laugh, lines his cock up with my opening, and slides right inside, making us both groan in satisfaction.

“Shit, you’re snug.”

“You’re big. Not my fault.”

“Both can be true.” He nibbles my lips, leaning on his elbows as he stays seated inside me. “How are you, baby? I need to know that you’re okay.”

“I’m with you.” My hands drift down his back to his ass and then back up again. “So I’m perfect.”

His eyes close, and then he starts to move in long, slow strokes that drag that piercing over my G-spot so damn perfectly, it makes my head spin.

“This pretty pussy is mine,” he says against my lips as he starts to pick up the pace. “Only mine.”

I can’t answer him because his mouth is on mine again, kissing me hard. He brushes his tongue over my own until he has to pull back to catch his breath. He’s pounding into me so hard and fast now, shaking the whole bed, and holy tap-dancing Jesus.

“Xander!”

“Fuck, your pussy is strangling the fuck out of me. You gonna come, Red?”

“Shit, that’s so good.”

“Go over for me, baby.”

I lick my fingers and reach down to press on my clit, and that’s all it takes for me to tumble into oblivion.

“Fuck, Ivy,” he says just as he comes with me, his eyes never leaving mine.

Our breaths are heaving as he rolls over and takes me with him, snuggling me up to his side. He kisses me softly and pushes his fingers into my hair, brushing it away from my face.

“I love you,” he says before kissing my forehead so gently, it brings tears to my eyes.

“I love you.”

“Why didn’t I know you could make the best grilled cheese in the world?”