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Anyone else and I would have had my doubts, I’ve had so many pranks and fake dates set up that I convinced myself that nobody could ever want me, let alone a man as amazing as Xander.
He doesn’t just want a fling either, which I admit was a little left field for me.
I’ve never even kissed a boy, let alone a real man. Let alone. Well. I guess it’s time he knew.
We both lay there, my body spent and our breath slowly returning to normal. His hands run over my body, giving me little aftershocks and shivers which still make me moan softly.
I figure this is the part where guys want to have their end of the bargain taken care of, and only having just graduated from kissing school and the college of eaten out by Xander, I’m really not sure what’s next.
He makes sure I’m reassembled back onto the soft couch, my throbbing ankle put back on its pillow but he asks if he can keep me naked for a while.
His deep voice vibrating through me as he kneels down next to me makes me shiver, but not from the cold.
I nod eagerly, finding it a new kind of turn on for anyone to want to look at me, let alone in my birthday suit and from so close.
But it’s clear to me now. Xander not only likes what he sees and tastes. He’s craving it already, and so am I.
I still have my T-shirt on, but it’s pulled way up over my chest and the rest of my clothes are who knows where.
His eyes trace over me first, and then his hands, making me feel ready all over again. Ready for his mouth.
I don’t stop him, but prop myself up on one elbow, wincing a little as my ankle gives me the finger in thanks for forgetting about it for the past half hour or so.
“What is it?” Xander asks, his face full of concern.
“That was, amazing,” I tell him honestly. “You’re amazing,” I add and notice him flush a little. Every guy has his pride I guess.
“But Xander, “I start to explain. “Before today… I’ve never even…I mean, I...”
“Never what?” he asks innocently, really needing me to spell it out.
“I’ve never been with a man,” I murmur, putting it as delicate yet sophisticated sounding as I can.
Girls have their pride too ya know.
His face reacts to my words, understanding dawning, and his surprise is bigger than mine. Then he looks at me sidelong.
“I’m glad you haven’t. But I can’t believe it,” he says, almost to himself.
“What do you mean?” I ask, reminding him lots of people stay a virgin these days, just mine wasn’t exactly by choice.
“I mean,” he explains, leaning over to kiss me briefly first. “That I’m glad because it means I’ll be your first. And only,” he adds with a note of seriousness.
“But I’ve never...” I try to protest, struggling to find the words because my brain just shot out the top of my head while he was between my legs.
Reading my mind again, he puts me at ease straight away.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he repeats, but I don’t want him to feel like I’m holding out, nor do I want to feel like he’s waiting. Looking at his watch or checking the days to see if it’s time.
“What about your...?” I ask, knowing only what I’ve heard about a guy’s so-called ‘needs’.
The way some of them crassly discuss it, it’s like they have to release every eight hours or they’ll pop.
Xander laughs softly, letting his eyes return to my chest and soft stomach, his hands silencing me and my doubts in the best possible way.
Using my own, I gradually move one of his hands further down, using it to explore myself and registering just how thick his fingers are when I ease one inside me.
It’s not what I planned, but before I know it I’m having a kind of trial run, and his thumb on my clit instantly alerts me to the fact that the next step, having him inside me is going to be a very big deal for me.
For us.
Easing his thick digit out of me, he brings it to his lips and kisses it before kissing me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
“You’ll know when you’re ready,” he says knowingly.
A heavy knock at the front door makes me jump, and I clamor to cover myself through instinct more than anything else.
Xander lifts his head slowly towards the door, his nostrils flaring slightly and he makes a low, growling sound.
Kind of like what I heard on that first night, just a couple of days ago, but this time it has an edge to it.
Protective.
Defensive.
Like the low sound, a lion makes to warn others, letting the world know whose the boss is.
It’s a side I haven’t seen from him, but it makes me feel safe, not scared.
