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I shudder, surrendering to him in a way I can’t with other men who can easily miss the mark and leave mewanting. It’s trust. Utter trust he can take care of me. I don’t feel the need to steer him or help. Just enjoy.
Laying, unquestioning his skills, I simply hold the back of his head as he slants his lips sideways, sucking hard on the bead. And I feel nothing now but his deep perfectly measured attention, the trampoline beneath me moving my body up and down with his reverent kiss.
I become an extension of the professional pussy pleasers between my thighs.The Gift.
My head swims.
My throat moans.
My mouth parts as my orgasm builds, rising, burning my ears before plummeting to curl my toes, consuming my entire body, and surging my muscles to tense. “Fuck, Xander!”
I tighten my hold on the balaclava, grinding into his face, unable to stop my hips from reacting to the onslaught of that perfectly measured tongue and lush mouth. His response to my wild thrusting is to growl into my pussy but he doesn’t move from the point of his focus.
He holds me on a plane of that building awareness as though my climax is the peak of an everlasting incline, going on and on, reaching farther, never letting up.
I begin to shake. My body twists with perpetual tension. It’s so fucking good. So good—
I lose my breath to his name.
“Xander…”
I come hard.
Then itallcrashes.
Hard.
All the tension left from Grayson Young’s useless tongue, the day surrounded by entitlement, my mother’s expectations, my father’s lies, and all the crap and worry and panic and— I start to sob as my orgasm detonates through me. Engulfing my face, I’m immediately mortified by the fitful experience. My body trembling with pleasure, my mind howling in relief, while my bullshit eyes spit with emotion.
I sob so hard that I can’t hear or feel anything else.
And it takes me settling my racing heart, loosening my twisted muscles, my orgasm dwindling to nothing, to feel the world around me again.
I suck a shaky breath in.
It takes a few long moments in the aftermath to realise Xander’s face isn’t between my legs anymore. Instead, he’s moved over me, his forehead pressing to the backs of my tear-soaked hands, his breath cascading against the skin. And it feels like we shared a moment or…something. I can’t quite put it into words, but Xander Butcher and I just hit an emotional wall together, and it fucking crumbled around us.
Under the debris of it all, when he kisses the backs of my hands, urging me to drop the killer guard of my palms, I willingly do. I relent my shield and accept his lips on mine, desperate for them.
Not just to get off.
Not this…
To feel.
Our wet and salty mouths find more emotion, more groans, within the motion of each other. I grip the back of his neck, feeling the fabric of the balaclava with my thumb. I want to pull it off, but my emotions feel safer with it on.
His hips begin to move against my pelvis; his cock is a large tightly confined ridge that bruises the soft, tender flesh it demands access to.
I groan as he does.
His hands are everywhere.
The trampoline once again makes the rhythm perfect, and fantastical, as though we are one entity rolling and dry fucking each other through our shattering resolve.
Taking the moment together, I feel him. He’s panting hard, and not merely from arousal. No— it’s different. Deeper. Meaningful. It’s emotion. I don’t know why he’s feeling it, too. I don’t know why he seemschokedwith it—like I am. But we spill it all into our kiss. Share it.
I’m lost for an emotional period, safe, too, and honest and open when his hand moves between our bodies, down to smoothly unbutton his jeans.
