“What’s funny?” Xander asked.
“You feelsogood,” I said, rocking my hips a little way to test how that felt. “It’s not funny, it’s incredible.”
“You feel great too,” Xander said, nuzzling my ear again. “Gonna move now, tell me if it’s too much.”
I gasped as he made good on his promise, another cascade of stars bursting in front of my eyelids and pouring down from the base of my skull. It wasn’t too much. It was nowhere near enough.
Xander laughed, curling a hand around my shoulder and rolling his hips again, setting up a lazy pace. I wriggled under him, looking for a better angle and moaning aloud when I found it.
“That okay?” Xander asked, picking up the pace by a half-beat.
“So okay,” I mumbled, toes curling as he hit just the right spot. Glad as I was that I was sharing this with Xander for the first time, I couldn’t believe I’d been missing out for so long.
That was fine. I was sure Xander wouldn’t mind helping me make up for lost time.
Nothing but the warmth of Xander’s body covering me and the perfect length of his cock moving inside me mattered right now. I hadn’t dreamed it’d be anything like this, but I should’ve known. I should’ve known that anything I did with Xander would feel so good I could barely believe it.
He knew when I needed more, encouraging me onto my knees, grabbing my hips so he could thrust harder, helping me find the perfect angle until every stroke had me seeing stars, one after another, like Fourth of July fireworks bursting behind my eyelids.
All I could do was pant my way through it, overwhelmed, breathy moans falling from my lips. I laughed, breathless, as one perfect thrust made my knees go weak, thighs trembling under the strain.
“Xander,” I gasped, but he already knew, his fingers were already curling around my cock, wrenching a low moan out of me.
“Got you,” Xander said, just as breathless as I was. “Want you to come first. Okay?”
I nodded, letting my head drop and my eyes fall closed again, teeth digging into my lip as Xander stroked me inside and out. I could see now why he hadn’t done it before, why he’d waited until he was close, because there was no way I could hold out much longer.
One part of me wanted this to last forever, but I was weak and needy and my skin felt a size too small and Ihadto come.
The world whited out as I came, the sudden release of pressure making my head spin. Above me Xander made a happy sound that sent a ripple of pleasure all the way down my spine as I rocked my hips back to ride out my orgasm for everything it was worth, collapsing onto the pillows when I was done.
I almost missed the satisfied little gasp Xander made as he finished, hips jerking against me once, twice, three times and then stilling.
The next time my mind felt like paying attention to anything other than how relaxed I was and how good I felt, Xander was splayed out on top of me like a self-heating blanket.
“I’ll get off you in a second,” he promised.
I made a sound halfway between agreement and protest, and Xander chuckled.
“Well, I know how to knock you out now,” he said. “You liked that, huh?”
I made another sound, a low hum of agreement this time.Likeddidn’t even begin to cover it.
“Good.” Xander kissed the back of my neck again, and then rolled off me. “You’re gonna feel that in the morning.”
“Feel it now,” I mumbled, too exhausted for full sentences. “Don’t care.”
This time Xander hummed, then tugged me onto my side and curled himself around me, nose pressed against my shoulder. “Take a nap,” he said. “I’ll clean us up in a minute.”
33
XANDER
Milo wokeme with a kiss twenty minutes earlier than I would have woken otherwise, but I wasn’t about to complain. Not when he was so perfect in the mornings, relaxed and easy and soft. Shamelessly needy.
Mine. All mine, before anyone else got hold of him for the day.
“Morning,” he murmured, resting his forehead against mine and closing his eyes again, relaxing with a tiny sigh.
