Page 57 of Xander
“Dreamt of this,” she whispered.
I grunted.
“You don’t like to talk during sex?” she asked.
I shook my head, “Normally, I don’t mind it. But when it means something... I just want to feel it.”
She nodded.
I could see the question burning in those golden tawny flecked colored eyes of hers.
But she wouldn’t ask it.
So, I answered her, “Just discovered that. With you.”
And yeah, I didn’t miss it.
Her entire body softened underneath my hands.
And seeing that what I said meant to her, that feeling, I growled, “What do you need?”
She moaned as she moved with each of my thrusts, meeting me over and over again.
Her hand moved to grab my hand and place it on her breast, “Play with...” she started to say, and when I tweaked one nipple, she gasped, she writhed beneath me.
And when her pussy started to clamp around my cock, I started seeing stars.
Stars that were trying to blind the fuck out of me.
But I didn’t want anything keeping the sight of her from me, so I gritted my teeth, pulled out of her, twisted my hips, and slammed inside of her.
“Xander.” She screamed.
And then I felt her coming.
Hard.
Her juices were coating my cock.
And it was like that was all it had been waiting for. To feel her on him, because as I pulled out and slammed back in once more, I stilled.
Hot spurts of my cum jetted out of my cock and into her entrance.
I bent my neck and rested it on the top of her head as I tried to catch my breath
She started pressing kisses to the column of my throat.
And then, when I finally caught my breath, I slid out of her tight heat and rolled to the side.
What I missed when I pulled away from her and stood up, then headed to the bathroom?
Was a hurt look she had failed to hide.
Fuck me.
Nola
That was perfect.
