He pumps faster and harder, sweat beading his brow.
"Lift your hips and—yeah, just like that," he praises.
I meet him in the middle.
"Tera," he whispers, his gaze meeting mine.
"Xan," I whisper back.
"I want you to come with me."
I want that too, but I don't know… I've never… Then he changes the angle and holy crap. He's hitting some magical spot inside me and rubbing against my clit in just the right way.
It feels so good, the pleasure building and building until it's almost frightening.
"Xan," I whisper hesitantly.
"It's okay, baby. I'll catch you. Don't be afraid."
I arch my back, taking him impossibly deeper, him rubbing me harder, and the bubble of pleasure explodes. It all starts in my pussy and works its way outward. Bright swirling lights, tingling arms and legs, my breath backing up in my lungs. Ohgodohgodohgod. I don't think I'll survive.
"Xan!" I cry as my body shakes.
"That's it, Tera. God, you're beautiful."
He thrusts into me a couple more times and he lets go, too. His face contorts in pleasure, he grunts with each additional pump of his hips, and then he lets out a long and low groan. "Tera."
I expect him to collapse on top of me, pull out, and go to clean up, but none of that happens. It's not fair of me to compare sex with Carter to sex with Xander, because with Xander it's so much more.
He rests his elbows on either side of my shoulders and touches his nose to mine.
"Now you're mine, Tera. There's no going back. There're no changing minds. It's you and me—no matter what."
Xander kisses me tenderly as the tears slip from my cheeks. I'm his. I've waited for this forever and I never thought it would happen, but I'm his. And he's mine.
"I love you so much, Tera."
"Oh, Xan, I love you too."
We hug for a few minutes. He kisses the tip of my nose then goes to dispose of the condom. He comes back with a wet rag and I smirk. I'm not a virgin. But he wipes between my legs softly and the warm cloth feels nice.
Could I be any more exposed?
His brow is furrowed.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"You said you and Carter had sex, right?"
I nod.
"Then why did you bleed?" he asks, lifting the cloth for me to see.
"Oh my God," I say, blushing profusely. "Um… I don't know?"
"Do you think you might have your period?" he asks. "I didn't hurt you, did I? If I made you bleed…"
"No. Stop. I'm sure it's all normal, but if I keep bleeding I'll talk to your dad," I tell him.
