“I’ve been waiting for you,” he says and within seconds, he’s scooped me up in his arms and shoved me against the hallway wall while kicking the door closed.
Our mouths collide while I wrap my legs around his waist and grip his shoulders, surprised at how eager he is, but the moment I tighten my thighs and my pussy presses against his waist, pleasure ignites in my brain and nothing else matters.
“All day,” I gasp between each messy kiss. “All day I’ve been thinking about you.”
“Me too. It’s highly unprofessional.”
My bag slips from my shoulder when his tongue invades my mouth, and I lose my coat somewhere between the doorway and the bedroom.
By the time I’m thrown onto the bed, my blouse is somewhere on the floor and Xander’s tearing himself out of his T-shirt in one smooth move.
I reach for him, stroking my hands up his abdomen to the soft hair dusting across his chest, then up further to clasp his neck while he surges down for another kiss and tears my bra from my body.
My indignant cry melts into a moan as he gropes my breasts and tweaks my nipples between his thumbs.
Nothing stops my legs from falling open and Xander kisses me hard, then darts right down between my thighs.
My panties join the rest of the clothes on the floor and I’m panting by the time he shoves his face against my pussy with a deep, satisfied moan.
He keeps one arm stretched up the length of my body, gripping and massaging my breast in time to the flicks of his tongue over my clit.
Two or three strokes and the cool fingers of his other hand enter me swiftly.
Clutching at his forearm, I grip tightly as pleasure rushes through me as fast as my heart pounds in my chest.
It’s so much so fast and I’m in love.
Xander eats me out like he’s ravenous, pushing himself firmly against me and burying his nose against my clit so his tongue can follow his fingers inside me.
Each wave of pleasure crests faster and faster as his fingers pump smoothly in and out of me.
Until my nails drag down his forearm and Xander hisses in pain.
Before I can speak, he seals his lips around my clit and sucks while fucking me faster and faster with his fingers.
They move like a blur and knots tighten in my core until finally, with a cry, the release and I come with a squeal.
Xander’s fingers don’t stop.
They move incredibly fast and he continues to suck hard on my clit until all my muscles relax and spasm and a rush of fluid escapes me so suddenly that heat inflames my cheeks as if I’ve been slapped.
We both realize what’s happened a second later and my cheeks burn.
“Xander, I’m so sorry!”
“I’ve always wanted to make a woman squirt.”
We both speak at the same time and then our eyes meet as Xander fully lifts his head. He seems to clock my embarrassment immediately, and his fingers slow as he surges up my body.
“Don’t. Don’t apologize. It’s natural, we both know that. It just means the pleasure was so good, you finally let go and you relaxed. Trust me, I take it as onehellof a compliment.”
I can barely look him in the eye but his voice is so firm and calming that after a few seconds, I’m able to. “Are you sure?” I lift one hand to my face. “I’ve never done that before, myGod.”
“The first of many.” Xander smirks. “Now I’m going to fuck you and show you how much of an ego stroke that was.”
And he means it.
With a squirt of lube from the bedside table and a kiss so hard that I’m dazed, Xander thrusts his cock inside me and starts fucking me almost immediately.
