“We won’t say a word.” Hazel hugs me. “But at least you can be open around us.”
Xander unlocks his door and pushes it open for me. Before I can even slip my shoes off, he’s pushed me against the wall. His lips cover mine as he lifts my cashmere sweater, only breaking the kiss to pull it over my head. My fingers hook under his shirt, pushing it up, and he quickly yanks it over his head, dropping it to the floor with mine. One of his hands snakes around my back and unhooks my bra while the other finds my skirt’s zipper and pulls it down. Within seconds I’m standing in nothing but my garter belt, stockings, and heels.
He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me, walking us over to the bed. Instead of dropping me onto the mattress first, he sits with me still in his arms. He breaks the kiss and slides out from beneath me, laying down on the bed.
“Get up here and sit on my face so I can taste us,” he rasps.
My pussy clenches in anticipation. I let my shoes drop before crawling up this body. His hands squeeze my ass as he pulls me up to where he wants me. My body seizes at the first swipe of his tongue along my slit.
Thank fuck this bed has a headboard I can hook my fingers around. His tongue laps at my clit, alternating between flicks and circles while I grind against his face. I reach down and pinch one of my nipples as he slides two fingers inside me and hooks them forward. My body is still so sensitive from earlier that the pleasure rippling through me is nearly overwhelming.
I come hard and fast as his mouth continues its filthy assault on my cunt. He could stop breathing, and I wouldn’t notice as long as his fingers were still deep inside me. I bite down on my lip and lift my body from his face. His hands withdraw from my still trembling pussy and undo his pants. Our eyes never leave each other’s as he lifts his hips and pushes the denim covering them down his thighs.
I slide down his body and wrap my fist around his cock. The muscles of his abdomen ripple beneath me as he draws a trembling breath through his cum-coated lips. I position him at my entrance and slide down his length slowly until he’s fully sheathed inside me.
“Fuck,” he moans as I start to rock my hips forward.
A powerful feeling rolls through me as I cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. His cock jerks inside me at the sight of me above him, taking what I want. Keeping the same rocking of my hips I lift and sink along his shaft. He palms my hips, helping support me as I ride him. I cry out when he stretches his thumb to play with my clit.
My pussy clenches around him as our eyes stay locked together. As heat and pleasure build inside me, I drop my hands to brace myself on his body, speeding up my movements and chasing the release I feel barreling through me. My fingernails sink into his skin, and his orgasm erupts through him. Hot spurts of cum fill me from his throbbing dick.
My orgasm hits me with just as much force. I ride him over every wave of bliss and through the smaller ripples of pleasure that follow. Once both our bodies stop jerking and pulsing, I collapse onto his chest. His heart hammers beneath my ear as his arms wrap around my back and his fingers slide into my hair. I could stay here forever and die happy.
Thirty-Five
XANDER
I drag Jade out of bed and into the bathroom. Her movements are slow and clumsy, which does nothing but feed my ego. I smile over my shoulder as I turn the water on in the shower.
“Fucked you right into a stupor, didn’t I?”
Her gaze focuses on me. “I believe I fucked you.”
“Nah.” I reach over and grab her hand.
She lets me pull her to me and guide her into the shower. A sexy little sigh escapes her as she steps under the spray and tilts her head back to wet her hair. I pump a little shampoo onto my palm and lather it between my hands.
“Turn around,” I instruct her gently.
She glances down at my hands and smiles softly at me. “Okay.”
My fingers sink into her hair, working the lather through the strands. She relaxes into my touch with a sigh. Suds slide down her body, skimming over her curves in a ridiculously sensual way.
It takes me a minute to flip through my catalog of unsexy thoughts to keep my dick from getting fully hard again. This shower isn’t about sex, it’s about me taking care of her. My cock has other ideas though, so I picture cookie cutter shark bites. My old go to is always a success.
She turns to wash the shampoo from her hair while I pump some conditioner onto my hand. She gives me her back again, and I work it through her hair. I switch our positions after I finish, so I can wet and shampoo my hair. Her eyes skim my body as she waits.
“Let me.” I grab her hand to stop her from putting body wash onto a washcloth.
“Okay,” she says softly.
Once the shampoo is rinsed from my hair, I work the soap into a lather on the terry cloth. If I wasn’t sure I’d end up rock hard, I would just use my hands to wash her off. But there’s no way my hands could coast over her body and my cock not rise to the occasion. It’s a challenge to keep my body in check even with constant thoughts of remoras and other horrifying sea creatures while I wash her.
She rocks into me as I bring my hand, cupped with water to her pussy. I’m sure she’s tender, so I’m as gentle as possible while rinsing the remnants of us from her body. Once I’ve finished cleaning her up from head to toe, she reaches up and puts her hands on either side of my face. I let her pull me down to her lips for a soft, sweet kiss before we trade places again and she slips into the stream of water. She rinses the conditioner out of her hair while I wash my body.
I watch as she steps out of the shower and towels herself dry. While I rinse off she opens her bag and starts her skin care routine. After checking into the hotel earlier, I told her to sneak some of her stuff over for the night.
The intimacy of getting ready for bed is something I didn’t realize I missed as much as I have. Every time our eyes meet in the mirror, a little smile lifts her lips. Though she does do a horrified double take when I use the hotel bar soap to wash my face.