By the time pleasure fades and I’m able to open my eyes, Xander’s orgasm is over.
He’s panting in his chair with a tissue crumpled in one hand while his pretty cock softens between his legs.
“I win,” he says softly. “But you put on a good show.”
“Nuh-uh,” I pant. “I win.”
“How can you tell? Your eyes were closed.”
“Nah, I win.”
Xander chuckles softly, then he rises from the seat and approaches the bed.
Every tingling nerve inside me screams out for his touch.
Just once to soothe the aching hunger in my chest.
It was good, but now that I’ve seen everything he has, it’s not enough.
“You need to get some rest.”
“Is that sexy Xander talking or my doctor?”
“Both,” he replies. “Hold onto how you feel and rest. Do you need anything?”
As the last tingles of pleasure fade, my body calms, and a chill creeps up, but just as I realize it, Xander’s suddenly wrapping the covers over me to warm me.
“You know what I need,” I whisper. “That was…”
“Don’t think about it,” he murmurs. “Just enjoy it.”
“So, you like me, huh?”
“You still need to ask me?”
“You’re breaking the rules,” I point out, not that I care. “You’re my doctor.”
“Then consider this attentive patient care,” Xander replies, clearly not caring. “Rest, Snow. You need it.” Xander leans down and kisses the air a few inches away from my forehead. “And you’re right. You won. From the sight of you, it’s a wonder I didn’t come immediately.”
I fall asleep with pride in my chest and yet a strange sense of loss nestling just beneath my heart.
It was amazing and yet not enough. My dreams are filled with everything I crave from Xander.
His body against mine, his hands in my hair and against my skin, his cock so deep inside me that we become one.
Some of the dreams are so intense that when I wake the next morning, my heart races as fast as it did the night before and dampness beads between my thighs.
I was so close to something extraordinary, but the dream escapes like mist as I wake fully, and the night comes back to me.
I’ve never done something like that in my life. Even with Caleb, our sex life didn’t come close to whatever that was last night.
After showering and dressing, I softly walk through the apartment.
“Xander?”
A soft meow answers me from the kitchen.
Rustle stretches out on the counter and chirrups when I approach, permitting me to pet her.
