Chapter Twelve
Bailey
I knew he’d noticed me. There was no way he hadn’t. I’d been flaunting myself towards him, nearly begging him to take me. The look in his eyes was mixed with desire and remorse. I didn’t care. I wanted him, and he’d just have to believe that I knew what was best for me. Whatever waited for me outside these cabin walls and down that mountain, I’d deal with then. For now, it was just me and Xander, and I was happy.
My legs parted as I gripped the bottom of my t-shirt where Xander just let go. I lifted it from my body, exposing myself to his hungry eyes. Yes, he wanted me too.
The wad of cotton fell to the floor; neither of us bothered to look where. Xander’s eyes locked onto mine for a long moment before scanning my body so ready and near.
His hands lifted, slowly sliding up my legs, my thighs, and then stopped at my waist. He pulled me into him, his mouth eagerly greeting me with a warm kiss. Our tongues entangled wildly as his grip tightened around my middle.
With a smooth, swift motion, he lifted me into his hard bare chest as he stood from the chair. My legs wrapped around him, enjoying the friction of his denim against my clit. I sucked his tongue hard as I pulled it from his mouth, and then quickly surrounded my lips on the flesh of his neck. My teeth grazed his skin, barely biting into his flesh as he spun me around.
I’d expected him to carry me to the bed, or even the couch, but instead he laid me on the dining table, my back pressing hard into the cool, smooth wood.
I arched my back, opening my legs to his eyes and pushing my breasts upward to reveal their fullness.
Xander worked quickly to open his jeans, kicking off his boots as he lowered the denim. He gripped a condom from his pocket before kicking his jeans to the floor. I sighed, He was ready for this, he wanted this. His thick cock stood at attention, ready to offer the satisfaction I craved, but he wasn’t ready to give in just yet.
His hands gripped my ankles, squeezing slightly before releasing and roaming up my calves. Stopping at my knees, he pushed my legs open, spreading my pink pussy for his eyes. Watching him watch me stirred my passion, causing me to moan out into the quiet room. I’d yearned for that look of pleasure in his eyes all week, and my body soaked it up with a relentless hunger.
My eyes closed as he hands slid down my thighs, stopping just at my buttocks. They pushed under me, lifting my ass from the table, and the heat of his breath tickled my sensitive flesh. I reached down between my legs, finding Xander’s long mane. My fingers tangled through the locks, gripping just hard enough to guide his mouth as it lowered to my pussy.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned as his tongue slid between my folds, finding its way into the tightness of my opening.
He grunted and growled like a hungry bear that found a sweet honey hole as he buried his tongue deep into my cunt.
The sensation of his hot tongue, his fingers spreading my ass cheeks apart, and the vibrations of his growls against my skin brought out an animalistic arousal in me that I couldn’t control.
I lifted towards him, grinding my body into his face as his hands released from my ass cheeks and began rolling over my breasts.
My nipples were trapped between his finger and thumb of each hand, rolling between them with a slight tug. I let out a moan. My body swelled with excitement and pleasure. My legs clenched together, smashing against his head as he continued lapping up my arousal as it effortlessly flowed from my body.
Waves of satisfaction slammed through my body like they would against a ship deep in the ocean during a storm. My fingers tightened around his hair, tugging towards me, begging for relief from the friction of his tongue, but he wouldn’t budge. I shook, quivered, and was then unable to stop the throbbing pounding between my legs. Xander lapped up every drop of the reward offered to him, then lifted from between my legs with a glazed smile.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling to the table and my body limp with exhaustion and satisfaction.
He chuckled as he stood before me, his hands gripping my thighs and his eyes resting on my breasts.
A quick tug, and my ass was on the edge of the table, dangling over just enough to allow his cock to rest at my swollen opening. He gripped himself tightly, letting out another growl before pushing into me. The girth of his cock spread my folds open creating a butterfly that wrapped its wings around his hard flesh, inviting him in, and quivered with excitement.
Each thrust brought me closer to a second orgasm, one that threatened to be more powerful than the first. His hands roamed up my body, playfully cupping my breasts and tweaking my painfully hard nipples. He pushed into me, deep, hard, and with a powerful force that made his strong arms flex, his pecs twitch, and his bottom lip suck into his mouth.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him onto the table, and onto me. The weight of his body calmed me, but then those penetrating blue eyes stirred me back into an unbridled passion.
My fingers rolled down his arms, feeling the ripple of his muscles as our eyes locked together. I didn’t care who was looking for me outside this cabin. Xander found me, and I found him. This is where I wanted to be.
His growl deepened, and his grunts grew louder as my fingers dug into his hard flesh. I swelled around him, squeezing his cock with my cunt muscles as they contracted and released. I couldn’t take my eyes from his, and I couldn’t stop my orgasm. I knew it was bringing him close to the edge, a point where there was no return, but as badly as I didn’t want it to be over, I wanted him to cum.
My eyes rolled back as his head flung between his shoulders. One last growl rolled from his lips as we both exploded against one another. He fell into me, his body exhausted and obviously as satisfied as mine. I giggled uncontrollably as I thought about the table breaking and bringing us crashing to the floor.
“What’s so funny,” he gasped, smirking at me curiously.
I shook my head, refusing to answer, knowing my giggles would take over. There was no oxygen, no blood in my brain, I was literally fucked stupid, and loved every second of it.
I’d spent a lot of time reading the romance novels I found in the basket by his bed and couldn’t believe I’d just experienced something better than what was written on the pages of the raunchy book. I felt obliged to thank him, but bit my lip, deciding that would be strangely awkward.
I leaned up, kissing him on the shoulder that I’d bandaged instead, and fought back the urge to say anything foolish, like ‘I love you,’ ‘thank you,’ or whatever else would fall from my mouth once opened.
Xander lifted from me, staring down at my body as it remained melted onto the table. His blue eyes smiled, and a soft chuckle rolled past his lips as he shook his head in amusement.
“You’re something else,” he sighed and leaned down for a gentle kiss to my lips.
He extended a hand, helping me up from the hard surface and onto my feet. I was a little wobbly, my knees still weak and legs quivering. He caught me in his strong arms, not that I really would fall, but it felt nice.
“See, you’re still weak. You really shouldn’t push yourself,” he chortled.
“I’m not as weak and vulnerable as you think,” I winked.
It was obvious by Xander’s expression, he wasn’t convinced entirely of my ability to care for and make decisions for myself.
“I worry about what will happen when you regain your memory,” he whispered softly.
“What if I never do?” I questioned with a smirk.
His head tilted to the left, his eyes narrowed on mine, and it was clear he fought back a smirk of his own.
“You will, and then you’ll forget about me, or worse, hate me for taking advantage of you,” he asserted.
I stepped towards him, lifted my arms to his strong shoulders, careful to avoid his injury, and pulled myself into his bare chest.
“You’re not taking advantage of me. If anything, I’m taking advantage of you,” I snickered.
A loud shriek roared from my throat as Xander gripped me tightly around the waist and scooped me into his arms. He carried me to the bed, dropping me hard enough on the mattress that I bounced. I laughed uncontrollably with surprise and happiness, mostly happiness, as he lowered himself over me, covering my body like a blanket with his.