Her eyes were closed, mouth slung open, and her head tipped back, surrendering to the motion. The feeling.
He watched it all, noticing as the goosebumps graced her skin in waves, like a video of a timelapse from day to night.
“Mmm-hmm, take what you need, baby,” he groaned beneath her moans. He held on to her waist as she pressed into him, shuddering from the sensations he could feel building, by how her walls flexed around his stiffness.
“Come here.” He sat up with her, pulling her legs on either side of himself in their seated position.
She felt different to him. And no, not because there was nothing between them.
Rylee felt more open. Vulnerable.
Which made him feel more protective of her… and even more available than usual.
In his heart.
With his body.
They kept their eyes on each other, her lips parting just like her breasts, full and rising with every upward thrust he met beneath her rolling hips, framed by the fall of her open robe.
“Do I feel good, baby?”
She moaned and nodded slowly.
“Good. That’s good.” Xander cradled the side of her face in his hand, maintaining his rhythm, and loving how steady her eyes were on him. “You’re allowed to feel this good and I’mma always make sure you do. Just let me.”
Her brows relaxed into their perfect arches. Her breathing escalated.
Breasts trembling along with the rest of her frame had Xander putting more power in his upstrokes.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you,” he returned. “Every part of you.”
The moment those words left his lips…
“Ooh, Xander!” Rylee shouted, desperate moans following as her eyes rolled back and her head dropped forward.
Xander caught her face, lifting it to press a kiss to her, leaning her back until her back hit the mattress, and positioning himself between her thighs.
As soon as he slid back in, he lost himself.
Theylost themselves.
In each other.
In the moment.
And after all that friction they built between them, just as Xander felt that familiar pressure rise—more than ready to pull out—Rylee tightened her thighs around him, hooking her ankles at his back, and bringing her lips to his ear.
The rush was too fierce and came so fast that Xander’s words were caught in his throat.
The need to tell her he was coming and to pull out vanished… replaced with the insatiable need to go deeper. Go harder.
Rylee’s moans in his ears. The suction of her walls trapping him in warmth.
She kissed his neck and ran her soft hands down his back, fueling him to keep going, leaving Xander with only one option…
To come.
