I barely had time to think before his lips were back on my throat, gripping my thighs like he could not get enough of me. "You have no idea what you do to me," he grumbled against my skin. "Please show me," I whispered, my voice so low not sure if he even heard me, ' I am so ready for this, but at the same time scared for what will unravel because of this.'
Xander's eyes darkened, lips parted, caged over me like I was his prisoner, but I didn't even care.
"You are not leaving this room tonight," he said.
"It wasn't planning o--."
He didn't let me finish my words before his mouth found mine, lust filled and demanding. He kissed me like I am the air he needed to breathe, and I kissed him back with just as much passion, biting his bottom lip gently, my fingers clawed at his back, pulling him closer, grinding up into the part of his body I had been craving until we both gasped. "Fuck… the way you move." Xanders voice wrecked.
As I arch under him, his hands are roaming my stomach, then lower but slow enough to make me moan and curse his patients. He was just going to slow! When his mouth replaced his hands, it felt like he was trailing fire across my chest. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out in pleasure.
"You don't have to be quiet" he whispered against my skin. "Not here."
Xander then started trailing kisses from my inner thighs all the way to my sweet spot. "Alexander" His name came out of my mouth so soft yet hungry. He looked up at me, his eyes connecting with mine, and that connection – is already making me feel like jelly, nearly made me come undone more than the heat of his tongue.
This feeling is strange to me. I am not used to being seen. Touched. Loved like this.
He moved with a mixture of patience and hungry, like he already knew every inch of me but wanted to relearn every curve just to saviour how I responded – and I did – helplessly. He did not stop until I was screaming, trembling, nails digging into the sheets, my breath becoming uneven. He looked up at me from where he knelt between my legs – eyes filled with lust, hair tousled, lips wet from me.
I finally managed to slide him back up my body, tugging on his joggers. "W-will you f-fuck me n-now…please." My voice come out very choppy as I was still coming down.
"I dreamt about this longer than I ever should have…" he admitted. "So I will take my time, Aurora" as he said those last words so rough so demanding it felt like something deep inside me just cracked open.
Xander then removed his joggers and boxers until he was lying completely naked on top of me. Oh my god - I never thought this day would come and oh -m-my god! How is that meant to fit in me… he is unnaturallylarge. I don't know if I can continue now.
Seeing the confusion, almost fear in my face, Xander sat me up on the bed, and he stood in front of me and asked, "What's the matter, Aurora? You look scared, do you want me to stop?" "No – no, it's just your HUGE!" I almost screamed, yet Xander was just laughing, pulling me into his chest like I have just said the world's funniest joke-
"Oh my love, is that what your worried about? Don't worry he will fit, this is why I said I will take my time with you so you won't be hurting." He said with so much love in his voice that I now believe everything he has told me tonight.
Every nerve of my body was tuned to him. I rose up took off my panties and got on top of Xander rubbing against him coating him with my wetness that he caused.
I heard a low growl before he grips my waist and flips us over so he is back on top of me, gripping my waist like he was holding onto something holy.
I couldn't breathe – or maybe I just forgot how.
All I could do was pull him closer, needing to feel every inch of him . His hand grabbed my throat steading me like I was about to come apart again – and maybe just could…
Then I felt him, hard and throbbing between my legs. Pressed against me – not pushing in yet. Just… waiting.
"Tell me you want this," he whispered against my lips. "Tell me."
"I do," I gasped "Please don't stop."
That was all he needed.