Page 46 of Puck with Karma
Each word is punctuated with a snap of his hips.
My body is confused at this point. I’m pretty sure I’m awake, but it’s all so much like the dream I thought I was having, it all overlaps in my head, and I don’t know how to react.
One thing is for sure. I like what he’s doing to me.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispers against my lips right before he kisses me again. The hand in my hair clenches harder, while the hand on my breast now moves to my clit. I wince in pain when my hair is being pulled a little too hard. Once again, I worry about my extensions.
I don’t have much time to think about that when the rough pads of his fingers touch my clit with ever so gentle circles, dipping into my wetness every so often, then coming back, making me feel like I could fly with each circular motion.
“Xander,” I cry out.
My entire body feels tight. I bow my back in an attempt to get as much of his tongue as I can. I want him to kiss me while I come. I want…
Stars shoot behind my eyes, pleasure overtaking every sense in my body. I can’t see or hear anything, and the only thing I can feel is him inside of me. His mouth is sucking on my tongue aggressively, and his breathing is erratic. I’m not sure if I should worry or not.
He rips his mouth away from mine. “Fuck, yes! Yes!”
His hips snap faster, crushing me into the mattress now. Watching his face as he comes is the aphrodisiac I didn’t knowI needed. The wave of pleasure I’d just got off of is now cresting again. I squeeze my walls and come again just as I feel him spilling inside of me.
When he is done, he drops his head on my shoulder, trying to catch his breath. I feel hot all of a sudden, to the point where I can’t stand anything on me, much less the weight of Xander’s body.
“Could you move?” I finally ask. “Just a little.” I worry that I’m hurting his feelings, but he accommodates me right away.
“Are you okay?” he mumbles from behind me when he can finally speak.
I take a moment to answer. I am more than okay, but I am also in shock. I’ve never had this type of a connection with anyone before, and it confuses me to no end. I try to think back to my relationship with Wesley. I thought it was normal, but now I realize that it was boring as hell. I didn’t know it could be like this.
But you’re not in a relationship with Xander, a small voice inside my head reminds me.This is lust. Pure lust. And it is not meant to last.
I decide that the best course of action is to enjoy whatever Xander has to give me while he is willing to do so.
“I’ve never felt better,” I confess to him. “I thought I was dreaming.”
Xander places gentle kisses up and down the back of my neck, under my hair.
“I’m pretty sure I was half asleep too when I started it,” he chuckles. “You are a restless sleeper, all over me. I couldn’t resist. This bed is small.”
I blush to the roots of my hair, feeling embarrassed by my current accommodations. But then I have to remind myself that this apartment represents my very first home. A placethat my parents didn’t have to contribute financially to. That is something to be proud of.
“You didn’t have to stay,” I remind him. The tone of my voice is cooler now. My feelings are hurt.
“Hey.”
He pushes on my shoulder until I fall on my back next to him. He lifts himself over me, his elbows on each side of my face.
“Did you hear me complaining about it?”
I stare at him, unsure of how to respond. The truth is that yes, I thought he was complaining.
“I don’t give a shit about where you live, Abby,” he assures me. “And I don’t care about the size of your bed either,” he continues. “I only said that because I normally sleep by myself, in a much bigger bed. When I felt your tits against my arm, I about came on the spot.” The corner of his mouth lifts into an arrogant smirk. “So I decided to put my early morning wood to good use. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
I continue staring at him. His full attention is on me, making me want to squirm in place. All of a sudden, his words hit me.
“Early morning?”
I push at his chest to get him out of the way, pulse out of control. With a surprised look on his face, he allows me room to move. Just as I sit up, my head is yanked back, making me yelp in distress.
I fall back against the pillow, rubbing on the spot on my head that hurts. Feeling it around, I realize that something’s missing.
