Chapter Thirty- Eight

Bailey

 

Waking up to Xander holding those beautiful wild flowers was more than enough to make my heart sing, but then, those sweet words. I’d read them on paper, but I wasn’t sure if he truly felt that way since he’d never sent them. Hearing them come from his lips, that was music to my ears.

“I love you, too,” I gasped, leaping into his arms.

I nearly knocked him to his back as my arms wrapped around his neck. I knew it was fast, but I felt the same way. I loved Xander.

“Wow,” he gushed, laughing as he struggled to get back on his knees.

My legs wrapped around his waist as he held me in his lap.

“I wasn’t sure what to expect, but this is great,” he smiled.

“It took you long enough,” I teased.

His eyes widened, and he smiled with that beautiful crooked smile as he shook his head.

“Took me long enough?” he exclaimed.

“I didn’t want to pressure you. I thought maybe since you hadn’t sent the letters, that you weren’t ready or you weren’t sure,” I admitted.

He stood, lifting me with him, and then tossed me onto the bed. I stared up at him, his eyes filled with passion and love, knowing I made the right choice climbing the mountain.

His hands rolled up my belly, pushing my shirt with them. The cabin had warmed with the sun and the fire, so I didn’t flinch as my flesh was exposed to the cooler air of the room. I lifted my hands, letting him pull the shirt from my body, tossing it to the floor.

He slowly pulled at my pants, sliding them down my legs as my back arched, pushing my breasts towards the ceiling.

Xander’s mouth quickly covered my breasts, one at a time, sucking at my nipple and offering gentle flicks of his tongue. I squirmed beneath him, craving every touch, every sensation.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered in my ear, and then nibbled gently on my lobe.

I giggled as his whiskers tickled my cheek.

“Do you want me to shave, does it bother you?” he asked.

At first, I thought I might want him to at least trim his beard, but now, I wasn’t so sure. It was part of who he was, part of why I fell in love with him, and I loved how it teased my skin.

“No,” I breathed, pushing my hips against his.

I reached up, gripped his shirt, and pulled it from his body. My fingers played on the ripples of his abs, tickling his ribs gently as he squirmed.

He ripped open his pants, and I could hear his boots kicking to the wood floor as he started to stand. His strong hands pushed at the denim, exposing his chiseled hips, thin trail of long blond hairs, and then his full erection.

I fell back on the bed, unable to move as I waited for him to slide on the condom he pulled from the drawer. My body quivered and twitched with anticipation as he gripped my hips, sliding me to the center of the bed.

He lay down beside me, his hands slowly tracing the curves of my body while his eyes took me in.

It was as if I was touching him for the first time, unable to control my hands roaming along his ripped arms, his thick shoulders, and smooth chest. Our eyes never lost contact, staring deep into each other’s souls as he moved on top of me.

His warmth and his weight brought me to a height of arousal, my legs opening freely to allow him inside, and my body melting beneath him.

His lips kissed at my neck, sucking and tugging at my flesh. I arched my back, let out a soft moan, and reached between his legs.

His thick cock in my hand pulled a growl from his chest, and as I stroked him and sucked on his neck, he groaned with desire.

I guided him to my pussy, placing him at the entrance and pulling my hand away. Our eyes locked once again, holding steady as he entered me, spreading my hips and filling me with his large muscle.

“Damn, I love you,” he gasped, slowly thrusting into me, deeper and deeper with each stroke.

“I love you,” I moaned, lifting my ass from the mattress to take his deep strokes.

His hand lifted my leg, pulling it to my side as he continued to thrust. He found the spot he was looking for, the one that made me cry out his name, and he picked up the pace, creating a friction against my G-spot that made me squirt all over his cock, and my juices ran down his balls.

He chuckled with pride at his accomplishment, and I merely gasped for my breath at the powerful explosion he’d created between my legs.

He kissed me softly, searching my entire body for new spots his lips hadn’t tasted yet while still remaining inside of me. Our bodies entangled like pretzels, rolling around the bed to explore every position.

He took me from behind, with my ass high in the air, from the side, with one leg draped over his hip, and we ended with me on top, riding him like a cowgirl.

His hands cupped my breasts as they bounced with each thrust. I moaned, groaned, and even growled once as my clit grinded into his hard pelvis.

Xander took his time, making sure I’d orgasmed several times before I noticed the first flinch on his face. His eyes closed and his lips parted with a loud growl as I slid up and down on his manhood, my slippery juices plentiful, and my body glistening with sweat.

When he quit twitching, I fell to his chest, letting out bodies throb against one another as they tried to calm.

“Thank you,” he whispered in my ear.

I lifted my head, my breathing still rapid, and stared at him curiously.

“Thank you for what?” I questioned.

“For loving me, for believing in me,” he gasped.

My hand reached to his face, holding his chin as I stared into his eyes.

“You don’t ever have to thank me for that. I’m lucky you found me, so I could find you,” I smiled.

“I promise I’ll do everything the counselor says, and I’ll work hard to make sure I get myself to a place where you can have the kind of life you deserve,” he insisted.

“The kind of life we both deserve,” I corrected him.