“Say it again,” he groans, rolling his forehead against mine. My eyes are locked on his. We’re connected from head to toe, but more than that, I can feel his heart beating so close to my own.
“Xander,” I whisper, my lips dragging against his as he pushes the rest of the way inside. Our mutual groans of pleasure echo around the quiet room. I flit my fingers along his bearded jaw, before drawing his mouth back to mine. The rise of my hips propped up on the pillow allows him a deeper angle, making me tremble beneath him. “Ohmygod.”
Pushing himself up, Xander kneels between my thighs, then drapes my thighs over his. Smoothing his palms over every inch of me he can reach, he finally settles his hands on the curve of my waist where my hips flare out, fingers digging in sharply. Pulling out slowly, he sinks back in, repeating the move several times. The slow, deep thrusts allow my body time to adjust to his intrusion and drive me crazy with each one.
My eyes are caught on his, I can’t look away. His fingers tighten around my waist, his hands trembling lightly.
“Fuck, you feel amazing. So fucking tight. Like you were made for me, Teddy.”
His dark, whispered words send flutters through me, and his mouth drops open as I squeeze around him. His thumbs dig intomy stomach and then he pulls out, slamming back in hard. My tits bounce with the force of his thrust and I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the cry that breaks free.
“Ohmygod, yes,” I pant from behind my hand, my vision going hazy. “Please. Just like that?—”
He does it again and then holds, pulsing inside me. He’s pressing against that magical spot deep inside and I sob brokenly. Then he’s moving. Deep, quick thrusts, his hard, muscular thighs bunching and shifting beneath mine as he fucks me, his hips slapping into mine fiercely. Our bodies move in unison, already attuned to the other, as if anticipating what the other needs before we can even vocalize it.
It’s an intimacy I hadn’t expected and it catches me off guard, making my chest tighten. Oh, but this is so much more than sex. So much more, and I know without a doubt that my heart is in very real danger of being lost to this man. The way he is healing the broken pieces of me one by one, stitching me back together piece by piece…
He moves one of his hands from my hip, smoothing the flat of his palm against the lower part of my abdomen. I have only a second to allow embarrassment to rush through me before he’s pressing his palm down against me, between my hip bones.
“Oh,” I gasp sharply, my thighs shaking as an orgasm barrels down on me, the pressure of his hand on my stomach and the way he’s hitting that spot deep inside combining into a maelstrom for my overstimulated body. “Oh, Xander, I’m going to?—”
“Yes,” he grunts, thrusting faster, harder, depressing his hand a little harder on my abdomen. The sensation does me in. “Come on, Mama. Give it to me. Fuck, please, Teddy, let me feel this pussy squeeze my cock?—”
I shatter, my back arching off the bed, thighs shaking violently. His movements slow slightly and I watch as he shudders, too, his head tipping back as his mouth drops open.
“Goddamn, such a good girl coming on my cock, Teddy.Good fucking girl.”
He rocks his hips against mine in shallow, slow thrusts. I’m seeing stars and panting like I’ve just run a damn marathon. The magic this man wields over me…
He drops onto his elbows and slides his arms beneath my shoulders, his mouth crashing into mine. This kiss is almost brutal in its ferocity, like we can’t get close enough. “Please,” I pant brokenly, burying my fingers in his hair. “Please.”
“Please what, beautiful?” he rasps against my mouth. “What do you need? Soft and slow?” I shake my head and he grins against me. “Hard and fast?” I nod frantically, my lips dragging across his. He nips at my lip and sucks it between his teeth, then kisses me again. “Hold onto me, Mama. Don’t you fucking let go.”
Clasping him close, I sob as he unleashes, pounding into me hard and deep and fast, our bodies slapping against each other. Sweat makes our bodies slick as we move together, and when I’m about to go over that edge again, he pins my throat with one hand, tipping my face up to his.
“I’m going to come, Teddy. Where do you want it?”
Delirious and seconds away from coming myself, all I can do is sob. “Don’t stop,” I beg raggedly.
“Teddy,” he demands sharply, his fingers tightening around my throat. My body is tightening and I can feel my orgasm building. Yes, yes, yes… “Where. Do. You. Want. My. Cum?”
“On me. In me. I don’t care, just don’t stop!” I sob, and then I drop my forehead to his shoulder as I come again, harder than before. My entire body shakes, my inner muscles spasming around the hardness of him pressed so deep inside.
“Shhh,” he groans raggedly, pushing my face into his shoulder as I come apart. I sink my teeth into his shoulder to muffle the noises that are being pulled from me as he fucks meinto oblivion, and he grunts with the sting of pain but I can’t help it. “Oh fuck, yes, Mama?—”
He slams in again, all the way to the hilt, then holds. His body above me goes taut and then shudders, his deep groan low and guttural, and I can feel it as he comes, too. His forehead drops to the mattress next to my shoulder, his lips parted as he heaves heavy, gasping breaths.
“Holy shit,” I pant against the skin of his throat, kissing away the hurt. “That was…”
He leans up to press a kiss to my temple, then smooths my hair away from my sweat-dampened face. “I know,” he whispers roughly, his touch tender. “You are amazing, Teddy. So fucking perfect.”
Cradled in his arms with our hearts beating together, I let myself believe his words.
Because here in the darkness, in the quiet aftermath, I can admit to myself that I’m falling for Xander Macomb, and I so desperately want to believe that he is falling for me, too.
“Stay here,” I tell Teddy, pulling out of her and climbing off the bed. I disappear into the ensuite bathroom, then find a clean washcloth and turn the water on to warm. I clean myself up, then take the warm, wet cloth back to the bedroom. Teddy has pulled the sheet up to completely cover her body, but she’s unaware yet that that’s just not going to fly with me. It’s something we’ll work on.
Tugging the sheet from near her feet, she gasps when I yank it down her body, uncovering what I’m not yet done admiring.
