Cherish

A knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts. Thankful for the reprieve of reliving that fireball going after Xander and him barely getting out of the way in time, I call out, “Yeah?”

“Hey, Princess,” Xander asks as the door opens a crack. “Mind some company?”

I raise an eyebrow at that. “Um, sure?” What the hell? They’ve never really interrupted me when I’m taking a bath before. Let alone asked if they could come in while I was in the tub.

“Good, because I wasn’t going to take no for an answer anyway,” he says as he enters the bathroom a small smile on his face. His eyes go to the tub and he chuckles. “Bubbles? I didn’t think you used bubbles.”

“Did you find the Ikishri that were skulking around?” I ask casually.

“Yeah. They’re taken care of.”

He sits on the edge of the tub and his eyes search mine.

“What?” I ask.

“Come here,” he says softly as he braces himself with one hand tangled in my hair, the other resting against the other side of the tub. I sit up a little more, still covered by the bubbly water, and sigh happily when his mouth slants over mine. I kiss him back eagerly, but he’s careful to stay in control and keep the kiss soft. He breaks the kiss, much to my disappointment, pulling back to look in my eyes. “How’re you doing?”

I give him a small smile. “I’m alright, I guess.”

His eyes narrow at me. “You guess?”

I purse my lips and nod. “Yup. I guess. I’m still kind of freaking out that I almost hurt you, but...” I don’t say anything else, unsure of what exactly I can say.

His grip on my hair tightens enough for me to feel the tug, though it’s not painful, as he tilts my head up so I have no choice but to meet his eyes. “I am okay,” he says slowly. “You don’t need to worry about me, Cherish. Me and the guys are a lot tougher than you think.”

“I guess you’re right,” I mutter with a sigh. Xander lets go of my hair and straightens so he’s not leaning over me anymore.

“Damn straight, I’m right,” he grumbles with a small smirk. He reaches down and splashes me with the bubbly water, making me squeak and close my eyes.

Xander laughs. I wipe the water off my face and glare at him. “Really?” He just keeps laughing. I reach for him, grabbing on to his arm and yank him into the tub with me. Thank god this thing is pretty damn big or his fall into the water would have squished me.

His head breaks the surface and he sputters for a second before he starts laughing again. “Alright. I deserved that.”

“Of course you did,” I say sweetly. Xander meets my eyes and laughs.

“I’ll admit, that was definitely the last thing I expected you to do.” His eyes shine with amusement. “Although, now my clothes are soaked through. I honestly expected you to just splash me right back. Maybe push me off the tub, instead of pull me in the tub.”

I shrug, not at all sorry. “That’s what happens when you mess with me.” I take in his wet clothes and can’t stop the snicker from slipping out.

“Yeah, yeah, keep laughing,” he mutters, grabbing hold of my wrist and pulling me over into his lap, straddling him.

“Xander,” I whisper, cheeks burning.

He runs a hand from the top of my spine to the middle of my back, his eyes burning into mine. “Cherish,” he says just as quietly.

I shift slightly on his lap, and have to fight the moan that nearly escapes as I feel his jean-covered length press against me just right. “Is checking on me the only reason you came in here?” I ask, studying his expression.

He winces slightly. “Yes. That was my only intention. I didn’t think for a single second that you’d toss me into the tub with you.”

I bite into my lower lip as nervousness fills me. Pushing the nerves aside, I reach between us and grab the bottom of his shirt. Slowly lifting it up, I meet his eyes and swallow hard. Heat and love shine through that one single look.

“You sure?” he asks quietly. “I can always get out.”

I smile wickedly. “You need a bath anyways. We might as well conserve water and bathe together.”

Xander laughs. I finally get the shirt off him while his laughter is starting to calm down a bit. He stops laughing and tugs me into him, pressing my breasts against his chest. “You are easily the most beautiful creature in existence,” he says, his expression completely serious.

I feel heat rush to my face. “I don’t know about that,” I mutter before saying a little louder, “but, thank you.” Before he has a chance to say anything else, I press my lips to his. He pauses for a heartbeat but then he takes complete control of the kiss. His hands thrust in my hair, holding my head where he wants it as he devours my mouth.

His hands roam from my back to my sides, caressing, tracing my curves. The feel of his calloused hands leave a trail of heat, feeding my need for him with every touch. One of his hands snakes up my waist and cups my breast as the other makes a trail down to my inner thigh. So close to where I want him, but it feels so damn far away.

I reach between us and clumsily attempt to open the button on his jeans without needing to tear my mouth away from his, but I have no luck. Xander chuckles against my lips and helps me, before taking possession of my mouth again and replacing his hands where they were. One hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on my inner thigh; the other hand cupping, plucking and teasing my nipple.

Xander groans as I wrap my hand around his cock, giving it a few firm strokes. A frustrated moan leaves me as his thumb barely brushes against my clit at the same time he pinches my nipple. I shift my hips a bit, but Xander moves his hands to my hips, holding me still.

“If you move unless I tell you to, I’ll stop,” Xander murmurs against my lips.

I narrow my eyes at him as I pull back to meet his eyes. “You’re kidding.”

An eyebrow raises. “Wanna test that?”

I purse my lips. Well, not really. I feel like I’m going to explode if we don’t get this ball rolling. “Fine,” I relent, trying not to pout.

Xander chuckles softly and places a soft peck on my lips. “I want to play with my Princess.” He runs his nose down my neck before kissing along the same path.

“I really don’t think we’ll need a whole lot of foreplay, Xander.” Not with me so damn close to losing my mind with need. I gasp when his finger slides between my folds and starts working my clit. He presses a kiss on my shoulder before turning his attention down to my breasts. With one hand driving me crazy between my legs, his other wrapped around my breast, pinching and plucking at my nipple; he licks a line to my neglected breast before curling his tongue around my nipple.

My back arches, shifting my body slightly but it’s enough for Xander to stay true to his word. He stops and smirks at me.   “You going to stop moving?”

I glare at him. “It’s kind of hard not to move when you’re torturing me.”

His expression softens and he presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “Need me to take the edge off, Princess?”

“I need you to fuck me,” I correct snippily, making him chuckle again. He grabs my hips and positions me over his waiting cock.

“Then fuck yourself on me, Cherish,” he orders as he thrusts up at the same time he pulls me onto him. I gasp at the abrupt penetration and hold myself still for a moment so I can get used to his size.

Keeping my eyes locked with his, I do as he said. I ride him hard. Impaling myself on him over and over again, his cock going so deep it almost hurts. I feel my orgasm building as he reaches up and cups my breasts in his hands, squeezing and molding them, plucking at my nipples. I kiss Xander hard, moaning into his mouth as I grow more frantic.

His hips thrust up to meet mine as his fingers bite into my hips, giving him all the control as he takes over my movements. My orgasm smashes through me as Xander’s hits him, tearing a scream from my throat as he buries his face in my neck.

Boneless and completely sated I rest my head on his shoulder, eyes drooping shut. “I love you, Xander.”

Xander traces his fingers up and down my spine as he kisses the top of my head. “I love you too, Princess.”

I press my lips against the hollow of his throat, completely content to just stay right there as happiness fills me.