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I trace a hand through it and he returns the favor, brushing each of my pebbled nipples with the flats of his huge palms.
I feel my head falling back. His mouth moving from one breast to the other as he tenderly strokes them, bringing me so close to orgasm with his mouth just tenderly working my nipples.
I moan so loud I’m sure the neighbors can hear, but I don’t care. I can’t help or deny the power Xander has over me physically.
Yes, he’s my first, but instinct tells me, no woman on earth has had or ever will know such pleasure.
My hands find his huge shoulders, running over them first with my eyes closed and then open because I have to see for myself that such perfection could actually exist.
To prove again to myself that any of this is even real.
Oh, it’s real alright.
Xander’s taking his time but he wants his favorite part of me, a thick pair of his fingers circling my drenched pussy through my pants as I instinctively open my legs even wider, pushing myself against them.
“Mine,” he groans and I purr running my hands across his chest, each finger of mine seeming so small against the rippling folds between each sheaf of muscle.
I hear myself moaning again, feeling I need more than hands and fingers through clothes, and in seconds we’re both completely naked, his thick, hardness leaving a wet trail on my naked rear end as he carries me to my bedroom, laying me gently before him.
There’s no need to worry about my ankle. It’s about to be fully healed, like the rest of me. Inside and out.
I gasp at the sight of his full nakedness. I feel emotional, like weeping just at the sight of him. He’s so beautiful but it’s the words he’s telling me I hear echoed back.
“You’re so beautiful, Gillian. I want you like nothing else and now you’ll be mine.
If ever there was a perfect male form, he’s it. I could watch his nakedness all night, but the intense pressure inside me, mixed with the sight of his thick hardness.
A steady stream of his own imminent climax already showing, clear and thick. I reach out for it with my hand, feeling its heat and bringing it to my mouth, I start to shudder.
“I need you inside me, Xander. I want you to come inside me. Fill me with it…” I gasp, moaning at first, but whimpering again, begging him for it by the time he’s positioned himself over me.
He growls low, moving his head down my body, wanting to pleasure me with his mouth first, but I shake my head, moaning out little sounds of desperation.
“Fuck me, Xander. I need your cock inside me. Fuck me with it and come in me, give me our babies,” I pant, breathless now, writhing under him and grasping at the air with both hands, desperate to find what I crave.
I’m only soothed a little when I find his smooth, hard length with both my hands, running them over and around his swollen tip until he moans louder, the heat of his precome running down my hands. The stiffness of his thick organ pumping in my hand, twitching as he lets me know he’s more than ready.
My whole body shakes, and opening myself as wide as I can to fit his body between my legs, our eyes lock.
I can see Xander, the male. The perfect face, chiseled and strong.
I can feel his smooth hardness, pumping in time with our heartbeats in my hands, tiny compared to his girth, unable able to wrap around him completely.
But I’m more aware of something else as he patiently lets me guide him inside me.
My own eyes widening, a sigh of pure pleasure escaping my lips as I watch what looks like the night sky in the shine of his eyes.
Without moving his mouth I hear him tell me he loves me, telling me this is what his love feels like and that this is his first time too.
There’s only an increasing sensation of my first climax with him times a thousand as he enters me. Each inch, each cell of him connecting with mine is an intense climax of its own.
A new world being formed from us both as we shift from Xander and Gillian to something whole.
Something complete.
Something I could only call pure love, floating in space somewhere.
Chapter Sixteen
Xander
She’s the perfect fit alright. Like everything in nature, the matching pair’s opposite is never identical.
Her feminine to hold my masculine. My hardness and size, her softness and delicateness.
I want to spend forever just holding her, tracing my hands over her, but there’s a stronger force in each of us that needs to be joined from the inside.
Like our first kiss, and everything else we’ve done and been through already, it’s like something bigger than us both unfolding and bringing us together.
