“What’s up? The drawing is amazing but I know you wouldn’t just be here sitting by the window drawing me at two in the morning. It’s maybe a stupid question to ask but I’m asking. I want you to talk to me.”
“It’s everything Xander.”
“Want to start with one of those things?”
Like the comparisons I’d been making between myself and Claire? I probably shouldn’t start with that.
“It’s understandable if you feel strange being here. I mean in Jack’s house, and he was Claire’s father.”
He’d read my mind.
I pulled in a breath. “Am I that transparent?” I gave him a hopeless smile.
“Not so much, but I imagined you might feel like that. I kind of did earlier, so it’s understandable. It’s natural.”
“I think part of me wonders –dare I hope we pull through this –how I’ll fair in comparison to someone you loved practically your whole life. It was long enough right? Long enough to be classed as a lifetime. We haven’t known each other like that. I know I love you, but I can’t be like her. My father is a mob boss and hers is this awesome person. I’m just –” He stopped my next words with a kiss.
It was a kiss to seal all. The kind that set the tone for what we did next. He reached forward and smoothed his hands behind my head, angling my face so he could deepen the kiss.
I cupped his face and moved closer to him, pressing against him. I was wearing a t-shirt. It was one of his old ones so it caught me at the edge of my hips and looked more like a night shirt.
When that came off I knew we’d be heading straight back to the bed.
No more words needed to be spoken.
I understood that he was showing me how he felt and I allowed him to.
He picked me up and carried me over to the bed, setting me down on my back then sliding off my panties.
Instead of the usual teasings and insane foreplay, he touched me differently.
More sensual, more purposeful.
He lowered to the valley between my breasts and kissed his way across to each nipple to suck just hard enough and long enough to make me wet, then he kissed his way down to my mound and kissed around my entrance, licking and stroking. It was just enough to turn me on.
The rest would come after.
He shrugged out of his boxers and came back to me, lifting my leg up and hooking it over his shoulder. Then he guided the fat head of his cock straight into my pussy, plunging in deep.
I gasped into the overwhelming pleasure and luxuriated in the sensation of his purposefully slow pumps which were a slow grind into my body, slow and sure then a little faster.
I grabbed against the cotton sheets as the moans fell from my lips. Every time we did this it felt different. It felt better and better, mind-blowing and mind-numbing in every way.
He sped up but going at a rhythm we both enjoyed and got lost in.
“Xander…” I groaned. It reached a point where it felt too good.
It was so damn good I started grinding against his ruthless cock pounding into me. That made him pound harder and jackhammer at the pace he would usually in the wild reckless manner that consumed me and severed my brain from reality.
Fuck, I was coming. I was … near.
No…there.
I arched into the bed and cried out my release. Fire licking over my skin like shards of electricity.
“Good girl, scream if you want to.”
I obeyed, screaming.
