Chapter Thirty-Two

Bailey

 

 

Xander’s lips were so soft, so sensual, that I melted into him like butter on hot bread. His hands gripped me around the small of my waist, eagerly pulling me into him with a quick and powerful force.

Our mouths pushed together, hard, searching for the flavors we’d missed so much. The taste of aged whiskey on Xander’s tongue tingled against mine, bringing my body alive, and sending a moan rolling from my throat.

His hands were strong, eager, and searching my body, sliding across my curves and squeezing my flesh between his fingers. His weight pushed into me, sending me to my back, my legs wrapped around his waist, and his chest smashed into mine.

I didn’t have time to think, let alone speak. His tongue buried into my mouth, his fingers into my flesh, and his eyes into my soul.

My fingers playfully slid under his t-shirt, feeling the warmth of his flesh and the flex of his muscles. I pulled at the material, lifting the shirt from his body and over his head. The smoothness of his skin against the tips of my fingers sent tingles between my legs, awaking my arousal and strengthening my primal urges.

His hands slid up my sides, taking the pink fleece with them, and tossed it onto the floor next to his discarded t-shirt.

“I love that you don’t wear any underclothes,” he breathed, lifting his mouth from mine for only a moment.

I giggled as his fingers tickled my sides, teasing my breasts with a circular motion, and then pressing his skin onto mine. His weight pinned me into the couch, nearly taking my breath away, sending moans of pleasure from between my lips.

He worked quickly removing my sweatpants from my hips, again finding I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He lifted his weight from me, released his mouth from mine, and let out a deep growl that vibrated my entire body.

My legs fell to the couch as he kneeled before me, carefully removing my pants, and soaking up the view of my nude body.

His hands gripped my ankles, pushing them apart to spread my legs. My pussy throbbed as his blue eyes penetrated it. His tongue slid from his mouth, slowly licking his lower lip, and then the top.

“I’ve missed you,” he sighed.

He lowered his mouth between my legs, clamping his lips around my aching clit. He sucked hard, massaging the flesh with his tongue, and then tugged as I carelessly moaned into the empty room.

A finger slid into my pussy, and then another. Quick, steady thrusts fucked me as I bucked beneath him, begging for more.

Xander’s tongue teased my flesh, flicking at my swollen pink nub, sliding between my tender folds, and pushing between his fingers into my cunt, lapping up my arousal with an eagerness that drove me wild.

I shook with pleasure as my orgasm reached the edge, teetering only for a moment before ending in explosion.

My eyes were closed, my lip bit into my mouth, but I could hear Xander fumbling for something, stretching to reach the small table by the couch. I opened my eyes once I heard the familiar sound of the foil wrapper, and I knew that he was ready to fuck me. I was ready, too.

The condom rested in his hand as he stood to kick off his shoes and remove his pants. I watched as his hard cock unleashed, my mouth watering at the sight of the large member between his legs. He slid the condom on, slowly, skillfully, and was back on me, pinning me once again to the cushions beneath me.

I fought back the urge to yell out that I loved him, biting my lip so hard I could taste the blood pumping inside.

He shoved into me, hard and furious. “Oohhh,” my noises vibrated against the walls of the cabin as he thrust into me hard and deep.

Xander’s eyes dug into me, filled with emotion, a mixture of good and bad. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I yearned to be inside his mind, to know what it was he thought about me being here, about being here with me now.

My pussy contracted around his cock, pulling him deeper into my body as he let out a deep growl. I dug my fingers into his back, pulling at the flesh as it flexed with tension and satisfaction.

I let go, giving up on reading his mind. My body quivered around his manhood as it throbbed to release. Suddenly, warmth spilled into me, throbbing turned to calmness, and our bodies melted together in a satisfied exhaustion.

Xander’s heart pounded hard against his chest, shaking my body beneath him. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, squeezing him into me as he struggled to catch his breath. I never wanted to let him go.