The low, rumbling hum I got in response only made me smile wider.
“Not totally exhausted,” Xander murmured appreciatively, rocking his hips against mine so I could feel thathewasn’t totally exhausted, either, the half-hard swell of his cock brushing against mine through the layers of our underwear.
“Not totally,” I admitted, running my palm along his thigh. “Want you.”
“I don’t think I’m up to…”
“No, me neither,” I agreed. I still wanted what I’d asked for, I wanted it more than ever now, I wanted to give something to Xander that I’d never given to anyone else. But not right now. “Just this?”
Xander laughed. “Works for me,” he said. “As long as we can nap after.”
“I’m willing to live with the mess later if you are,” I said.
“So willing.” He laughed again, shoving his fingers in my hair and his thigh between my legs at the same time, pulling me in for what must have been our thousandth kiss by now.
I hadn’t gotten enough of those, either.
I gasped into his mouth as he shoved his hand into the back of my underwear, grabbing a handful of my ass and hauling me closer, grinding against me. We didn’tneedmore than this. All we needed was to be close, curled up together and tucked safely under the covers, just the two of us.
Everything seemed so simple when I was with Xander. Xander made me feel wanted like no one else ever had, in and out of bed. Xander made me feelgoodlike no one ever had.
My back arched as he squeezed my butt again, a needy sound escaping me as he wriggled closer, lining us up so our cocks were rubbing against each other through two layers of fabric. It was too much, and not enough, and perfect all at the same time, and all I wanted to do was kiss Xander through it as we moved together.
His t-shirt rucked up under my hand, my skin tingled under his touch. He smelled amazing in the mornings, warm and masculine, and his body felt the same way, solid and perfect as I rolled him onto his back when side by side wasn’t enough anymore, when I needed to feel more of him.
We were a messy tangle of limbs by now, his legs wrapped around me, hands splayed over my skin, grabbing at me anywhere they could reach, pulling me closer. All there was in the world was the friction between our bodies and the sound of panting breaths.
“Come for me,” Xander breathed, thighs clenching around me. “You’re so close.”
He was right, I could practically taste my orgasm in the back of my throat, and I loved that he knew. I loved feeling this close to another person, so close he could read me like a picture book.
I caught his mouth again to stop myself from saying anything I wanted to save for a better moment, sucking on his lower lip as the sharp rush of my orgasm hit, grinding down against him. Xander groaned in the back of his throat, pulling me down hard, thighs tightening around me like steel bands as he jerked up against me once, twice, three times, and then sighed, going limp all at once.
The mattress springs squealed under me as I flopped down onto it, still half on top of Xander, panting for breath and too tired to keep my eyes open. I grunted, and I hoped he could hear the thank you it was meant to be.
He laughed, so I thought he’d probably understood.
“I love that little sound you make when you come,” he said.
“What little sound?” I asked, shoving my hand under his t-shirt again just for the sake of touching his skin.
“Sounds like a mouse being run over by a unicycle,” Xander said. “But like, in a cute way.”
I snorted. “I think you’re making that up.”
“Well, I’ve never actually heard a mouse being run over by a unicycle,” he admitted. “And I’m so tired I can taste colors. So maybe you should ignore me. I like the sound, though. Don’t ignore that part. Keep making it for me.”
I nuzzled my way blindly to his cheek so I could press a kiss there and ended up ramming my nose into his cheekbone instead.
“Keep making me come,” I said.
Xander laughed again. “I was hoping you’d say that. Already fantasizing about the joint shower we’re taking in a couple of hours.”
“Mm,” I hummed. “You always know just what to say to me.”
“I think we should nap now,” Xander said.
“See? It’s uncanny.”
