I’m burning up.
My skin is so hot that the sheets are sticking to my back.
My abdomen tightens rhythmically and I breathe in deep while sliding my fingers through my slick folds.
As I plunge my fingers inside myself, I know he’s going to win.
I’m too turned on already and we’ve barely done anything.
The anticipation Xander creates is enough to fog my mind. Sinking back into the pillows, I arch slightly and shove my fingers as deep as
I can until pleasure bursts through my core and I can’t hold in my moan.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Xander says, his voice thick. “About how my cock would feel inside you. How deep it would reach. How you’d lose all sense with me pounding into you until you can’t breathe. You’re thinking about my lips on your skin, suckling on your nipples just enough to make them throb in time to my thrusts. It’s all you can think about, isn’t it?”
I’m going to lose and I’m not even mad about it.
“Maybe I am,” I gasp as my fingers thrust deeper and deeper.
My palm shifts with each thrust, teasing my clit with each rock of my hips while I grope and tease my nipple with my free hand. “But I can smell your jealousy from here.”
“My jealousy?” Xander’s hand pauses against his cock for a moment. “What am I jealous of?”
“Me, of course. You’re over there with your boring hand for company when over here is the sweetest, hottest, most untouchable pussy in the world. The perfect, silky hole you want to sink into, and yet you can’t. Nothing compares to me. Not the roughness of your palm, not evenlotioncan come close to how good I feel.” The words pour from me like liquid as pleasure curls and tightens within me. I shift and writhe on the bed as my eyes slip closed.
My fingers become Xander’s cock.
My hand becomes his and the heat coursing through me is his body heat as he presses against me.
He’s as hungry as I am, chasing pleasure with the same mindlessness that’s taking over me.
I’m so close.
I’m so close and I want him so badly but I don’t want to lose.
I want to be held and fucked and made to feel like I’m floating, and nothing else matters.
My fingers shove knuckle-deep and my hips thrust off the bed as a punch of a moan escapes Xander.
“Look at me,” he gasps. “Snow,look at me.”
Unable to resist the command in his voice, my eyes flutter open.
He’s still on the chair but his fist is moving over his cock with the same desperation my fingers fuck into myself.
His eyes are like pools of ink, and a blush spreads across his chest. The crown of his cock glistens like it’s drooling for me, unbelievably hungry for something it can’t have.
Our eyes meet and I can’t look away. The muscles around his throat tighten, his head tilts, and he gasps raggedly.
“Snow—”
“Xander!”
It’s unclear who comes first.
As I try to keep my eyes on him, my orgasm crests and I come with a yell, eyes closing and back bowing off the bed.
Pleasure courses through me in hot ripples, my pussy clenches around my fingers, and all air rushes from my lungs as I come so hard that my hips ache.
