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“Your taste, Katerina...” he trails off, staring at me in wonder. “It’s indescribable.”
His gaze drops to my lips and I’m kissing him in the next second. My hands are gripping his chest, his hands are wrapped around my waist. He manages to pick me up, carrying me across the room until he’s propping me on the desk. The actions has several books and papers flying to the ground, but I don’t care.
Xander tilts my head back, tugging my bottom lip with his mouth. My hands wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer, between my spread thighs. His hands slip beneath my dress, sliding past my ass and gripping my waist.
The moment turns into one of desperation. Xander practically yanks my dress over my head and in the same breath drops his mouth to my bare breasts. It’s all happening so fast, but considering the back and forth that’s been going on between us the past few weeks, it’s understandable. My hand reaches past the waistband of his pants, wrapping around his thick hard length.
It’s a frantic sort of hunger that drives us. I work him with my hand, pumping up and down as he takes one of my nipples between his lips. I cry out when he gently bites it before sucking the sting away.
“Xander,” I moan softly.
He doesn’t reply, too busy tugging at my panties. There’s a slight ripping sound that barely computes as I realize I’m naked, bared entirely for him. For the first time in almost a decade. He pulls away to assess me from top to bottom, taking his time consuming the sight of me. My skin prickles under his appraisal, then I reach out for him and he obliges, kissing me, his pace suddenly slow and sweet.
“I missed this,” he says against my lips. “I missed you. I missed us.”
“I missed you too,” I whisper back. “Please, please, please, fuck me now.”
“You sound desperate, Katerina. Haven’t done this in a while?”
He’s fishing for information. We’re about to have sex and he wants to know just how many people I’ve slept with since I was with him. For the love of God!
“I haven’t had sex with anyone else in about three years,” I tell him breathing heavily.
Before he can say anything else, I slam my mouth down on his. He groans, reciprocating and tugging me forward until my hips are barely resting on the table.
“Katerina, I don’t have a condom,” he informs me.
“That’s fine. I’m on birth control,” I assure him. “And I trust you.”
I haven’t stopped using it in years. And even if I wasn’t, a part of me knows that I would have wanted him inside of me regardless. Because we’ve waited too long and I can’t wait any longer.
“Get naked,” I say against his lips and he doesn’t hesitate to do so.
I help him take off his shirt and then his pants come off as well. He steps out of his boxer briefs until it’s only his cock, standing proud and erect. Xander looks at me like I’m the only precious thing in the world, but I also see something else in his expression, something I don’t really understand.
“You don’t have to say it. I know it’s a bad idea,” I murmur as he continues to stare at me.
His eyes meet mine, steady assurance in his gaze.
“Actually, this might be the best idea I’ve had in a long time, Katerina,” he states, placing his hand on my cheek. “I think I’m done fighting this.”
Relief rolls through me. Honestly I’m a little disappointed we caved so easily and couldn’t keep the friend thing going. But I’m just so glad that he still wants me. That he’s looking at me how he used to before.
I expect me to carry me to the bed. He does lift me but instead of moving to the bed, he stays in place. My legs wrap around his waist. We’re aligned perfectly, hip to hip, his cock resting against my wet center.
“You ready?” he asks and I have to wonder at his immense strength as he holds me up.
I squeeze my eyes closed and curl my toes as he sinks in the first inch. My mouth falls open. Another inch and a whimper escapes me.
“Oh,” I whisper.
Thanks to the angle he’s able to bury himself inside me to the hilt. I’m completely stretched to the oblivion.
“Katerina, breathe,” Xander commands.
I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath. My grip on his shoulder is tight enough to bruise.
“It feels..” I trail off.
