I moved my mouth over his chin, his neck, then down over the broad plains of his chest. My hot, open mouth kissed the tight lines of his torso, which contracted under my touch. I moved lower, tugged at the hem of his boxer briefs, but he stopped me.
“No,” he said, taking hold of my shoulders and rolling me ontomy back. “When I come it’s going to be inside you. But…I want to make it good for you first. Okay?”
I nodded mutely, my breath catching at a different kind of anticipation. Now it was his turn to drag his mouth over my skin, between my breasts, his hair tickling my chin; I put both hands in the thick softness of it, made fists just tight enough that he grunted and took my nipple between his teeth.
I gasped, arching into him and then he moved lower, sending pleasant shivers dancing across my skin as he got to my navel, then down…
“Can I?”
I nodded breathlessly, watching him as he tugged my underwear off my hips, down my legs, and tossed it away. Uncertainty found me for the first time. He was right there, and I was naked before him. Nothing left to hide. But Xander’s eyes drank me in, his eyes liquid pools of want and lust and love and desire.
“Yes,” he murmured. “So fucking beautiful.”
I bit my lip then cried out when he put his mouth against me. The sudden pleasure shocked me, like a flare lighting up a black sky, and I gasped, my hips bucking. Xander kissed and sucked and licked, gripping my hips to hold me still as the pleasure crescendoed; now it was an entire sky full of fireworks, him attuned to my every moan and gasp, knowing exactly what to do to bring me up and over the edge… I crashed over, shuddering into the last slow strokes of his tongue before he made his way back up my body, kissing every inch of skin along the way until he lay over me again.
“Hurry,” I breathed against his lips. “I need you while I’m feeling like this.”
He nodded and reached to his nightstand for a condom. Within seconds he was ready, and then he was propped over me again, his forearms on either side of me, hands holding my face.
“Emery?”
I nodded, tilted my hips and let my legs fall apart enough to reachdown between us with my hand to guide him inside. He sucked in a breath. The orgasm he’d given me was still throbbing through me as he slowly moved inside me, inch by inch.
I tensed, a little cry escaping me.
“I’m hurting you.”
I shook my head. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
He obeyed, sank in deeper. I slid my hands down the smooth skin of his back, pulling him to me until our hips touched, joined completely.
“Jesus Christ,” he said into my neck, his breath gusting heavily. Then he lifted his head to study me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes. God, you feel so good.”
The hard heaviness of him inside me felt like nothing I could explain with words. A perfect joining of bodies after a long wait. And the look in Xander’s eyes told me he felt this moment as much as I did.
Still going slowly, Xander began to move, watching me, studying my face for discomfort, until I kissed him, my lips brushing against his.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I want this. I want this so bad.”
My words spurred him. The pain had already faded, and now Xander moved in me a little faster, deeper. I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist, reveling in the undulations of his body, the lean masculinity of him, on top of me and inside me. I felt soft and feminine by comparison, taking him in and bringing him closer to the ecstasy he had brought me.
“Emery…” he said. A choked word, him on the brink.
I nodded. “Yes. Yes…”
With the final strangled cry, his face contorted in that beautiful, painful ecstasy. His last thrusts became erratic and deep. I locked him to me, wanting to take all of it, until he collapsed on top of me, a perfect, heavy blanket of warm skin and muscle, his orgasm shuddering through him until he was spent.
Xander’s chest expanded against mine in deep breaths, and Ismiled into the dark, my hands in his hair. The years between the day we met and this one had finally disappeared, and he was right where he was supposed to be. In my arms.
Gently, he moved off of me and disposed of the condom, then came right back to gather me to him, my back to his chest, his arms around me, our fingers laced. He kissed my neck, my shoulder, my body growing heavy and drowsy, until finally I drifted down into sleep, taking Xander with me.
Because he’s mine. And I’m his. Since always and into forever.
Chapter 30
Xander
