It’s heady, having him want me this way. Intoxicating to the point where it’s surreal—like I might wake up and find this was all a dream. If that’s the case, I don’t want to waste a single minute.
I line myself up at his entrance, coating myself in his slick before I press into him. His body is an inferno, hot and soaked as it opens for me. I thrust into him, my eyes rolling back into my head at the pressure. His muscles squeeze and flex as he whines, and the realization that we’re connected in this way hits me in a rush.
My arms band around his chest and hug him against me as I pull out and sink back in, and he reaches down to grab my thighs like he’s just as desperate to stay joined. The next thrust drives me even deeper, and Xeni’s moans are so loud, I’m convinced they’re carrying down the hallway.
He whimpers, fingernails digging into my skin as I rock up into him, and his hole compresses around my cock as he gasps.
“Fucking hells, Xeni,” I mutter as I reach between his legs.
His cock is tucked inside his opening, and slick leaks out of him in a gush.
“Are you trying not to come again?” I ask, my entire body on fire from the idea.
“S-s-sorry,” he stammers, and I thrust up harder as one of my hands traces down the front of his abdomen. My fingers dip into his entrance, toying with the tip of his cock as I build a faster rhythm.
“Don’t apologize. I thought you’d reject me. Making you mindless is a much better option.”
His breathy laugh turns into a moan as he lets his weight fall back on me. “You thought I’d turn you down?”
“Mmm,” I agree as I kiss along the side of his jaw. “Was sure of it.”
“I’ve wanted you for a long time now," he admits as he twists his head to let me see the sincerity in his eyes.
I place a soft kiss on his lips as we still for a moment.
He releases a contented sigh as he pulls away, rolling his hips and fucking himself on my cock. The throbbing inside my core spreads outward as we build speed once more, my hips jerking faster into him.
I use my hold on him as leverage as a series of the most delicious moans leave his throat. Wet slaps of skin join our panting breath, and Xeni’s hands search for purchase on anything. They claw at my arm, reach to fist my hair, and he’s pliant as I build myself to breaking.
“You feel so good,” I pant as I try to hold back. “I’m close.”
“Please,” he whines.
His body clamps around me, and after a few more hasty thrusts, the tension snaps. My vision goes staticky as I bottom out inside him, my cock pulsing with my release. He calls out again, a mix of my name and begging pleads that are even louder this time.
Streams of cum pour over my fingers as he grinds against my hand, and the rest of the world disappears as we work through our pleasure.
Absolute, unequivocal rightness fills my body from the connection, and my breath comes in heavy pants. Xeni sags against me as I dot kisses along his shoulders, and when he twists to look at me, his eyes are wide open.
Defenseless.
“Bash,” he whispers, then spins in a rush and wraps himself around me.
He squeezes so tightly it hurts, but I don’t want him to let go. I want to find a way to get even closer to him as something inside me flares.
It brings with it so much emotion that tears spring to my eyes, and I can’t find an explanation for the sense of connection that screams to never let him go.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur. “Was that okay?”
Xeni nods, his hair rubbing against my cheek.
“You’re probably drained after that," I say as I run my fingers over his skin, "and we never ate our dinner. Let me feed you, princess.”
“Princess?” he asks, pulling back with questioning eyes that are as damp as mine.
I swipe my thumb under his eye, catching a salty droplet. “Is that weird? You’re just so pretty, and I’ve always thought you felt… regal.”
He offers me a shaky smile. “Arrogant, you mean.”
