could take time. But not this one. The instant my mouth had touched hers, it was as though our lips and tongues just knew what the other liked, needed.
She gave off a tiny little sound of happiness, and I moaned with it, feeling it tremble through me. Xanthe was just flowing with this, letting me sweep her up in the moment.
Lightly, her teeth sank into my bottom lip.
Fuck me. I was a goner.
My hands went from her hair to her arse in two seconds flat, squeezing hard before lifting her and wrapping her legs around my waist. Not breaking our kiss, I spun on my heel and made it to the bed to kneel on the mattress, lowering us as gently as I could manage.
As she clung to me, I crawled us to the center of the bed. Pushing her down beneath me, I ground between her legs, cradled by her sublime heat. If I got any harder, I’d fucking snap off in my pants. She moaned into my mouth, and I swallowed it into me, cherishing it in my chest, feeling it spread out to my fingers and toes.
Arching against me, Xanthe rubbed herself along my erection, and I had to pull back, if for nothing else than a lungful of oxygen.
“Xanthe,” I said on my exhale.
We were both breathing as though we’d just sprinted for our lives.
Her eyes opened, cloudy with a haze of lust.
I swallowed hard. “I really, really want you. But we can’t tonight. I don’t have any protection.”
Her smile lit up my whole world. “I really, really want you, too.”
“Let me stay with you though, okay? I don’t want to leave.”
“I don’t want you to leave either.”
I pushed myself back and rolled off her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I unlaced and removed my boots. When I noticed she wasn’t moving to do the same, I pulled off her trainers and unceremoniously dropped them to the floor. In an attempt to control myself, I raked my hands through my hair.
“We can still make out though, right?” she asked.
I couldn’t help the grin that stretched across my face. Looking over my shoulder, I took in the sight of her flushed and wanting, her lips swollen from my kisses. She was the sexiest, most desirable creature I’d ever encountered. Every part of me ached to bury myself deep within her.
“Fuck yeah, we can,” I replied. I cleared my throat. “I was hoping we could get more comfortable.”
“How much more comfortable?”
In reply, I knelt between her spread legs, and my hands went to the waistband of her jeans. Unbuttoning and unzipping them, I tugged them down, secretly pleased when they briefly caught on her arse. Shimmying back, I completely pulled them off and tossed them to the floor. I nearly came in my pants at the sight of her black boy-cut cotton panties. No lace or satin needed. Just plain cotton underwear.
Crawling between her legs once more, I gingerly laid my weight on top of her. Her eyes met mine, bright and burning.
Shifting my weight, bracing myself on my left forearm, I traced my right hand up her thigh and hip, up higher under her shirt and jacket, and over her rib cage until her plump breast filled my palm. Her bra felt as plain as her panties. The steady, hard beat of her heart bounded up my arm, a sweet tempo my heart swiftly synchronized with.
“Let me take off the rest,” I begged.
She nodded, and I helped her to sit up. Peeling the arms of her jacket down, I divested her of that and then pulled her T-shirt up over her head. Gently, I pressed her back, and she didn’t look away as I pushed myself off the bed to look down on her.
No, she was nothing like the others.
Fucking glorious.
She had a strong body with a layer of softness that promised to welcome me with warmth and comfort. The muscles in her thighs would grip me hard into a pelvis that wouldn’t stab and rub me raw. Her stomach had definition in the upper abs, but a tender swell below would press sinfully into me. I couldn’t wait to turn her over and see what her backside offered.
She hummed lightly, and my eyes traveled slowly up the lovely
She gave off a tiny little sound of happiness, and I moaned with it, feeling it tremble through me. Xanthe was just flowing with this, letting me sweep her up in the moment.
Lightly, her teeth sank into my bottom lip.
Fuck me. I was a goner.
My hands went from her hair to her arse in two seconds flat, squeezing hard before lifting her and wrapping her legs around my waist. Not breaking our kiss, I spun on my heel and made it to the bed to kneel on the mattress, lowering us as gently as I could manage.
As she clung to me, I crawled us to the center of the bed. Pushing her down beneath me, I ground between her legs, cradled by her sublime heat. If I got any harder, I’d fucking snap off in my pants. She moaned into my mouth, and I swallowed it into me, cherishing it in my chest, feeling it spread out to my fingers and toes.
Arching against me, Xanthe rubbed herself along my erection, and I had to pull back, if for nothing else than a lungful of oxygen.
“Xanthe,” I said on my exhale.
We were both breathing as though we’d just sprinted for our lives.
Her eyes opened, cloudy with a haze of lust.
I swallowed hard. “I really, really want you. But we can’t tonight. I don’t have any protection.”
Her smile lit up my whole world. “I really, really want you, too.”
“Let me stay with you though, okay? I don’t want to leave.”
“I don’t want you to leave either.”
I pushed myself back and rolled off her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I unlaced and removed my boots. When I noticed she wasn’t moving to do the same, I pulled off her trainers and unceremoniously dropped them to the floor. In an attempt to control myself, I raked my hands through my hair.
“We can still make out though, right?” she asked.
I couldn’t help the grin that stretched across my face. Looking over my shoulder, I took in the sight of her flushed and wanting, her lips swollen from my kisses. She was the sexiest, most desirable creature I’d ever encountered. Every part of me ached to bury myself deep within her.
“Fuck yeah, we can,” I replied. I cleared my throat. “I was hoping we could get more comfortable.”
“How much more comfortable?”
In reply, I knelt between her spread legs, and my hands went to the waistband of her jeans. Unbuttoning and unzipping them, I tugged them down, secretly pleased when they briefly caught on her arse. Shimmying back, I completely pulled them off and tossed them to the floor. I nearly came in my pants at the sight of her black boy-cut cotton panties. No lace or satin needed. Just plain cotton underwear.
Crawling between her legs once more, I gingerly laid my weight on top of her. Her eyes met mine, bright and burning.
Shifting my weight, bracing myself on my left forearm, I traced my right hand up her thigh and hip, up higher under her shirt and jacket, and over her rib cage until her plump breast filled my palm. Her bra felt as plain as her panties. The steady, hard beat of her heart bounded up my arm, a sweet tempo my heart swiftly synchronized with.
“Let me take off the rest,” I begged.
She nodded, and I helped her to sit up. Peeling the arms of her jacket down, I divested her of that and then pulled her T-shirt up over her head. Gently, I pressed her back, and she didn’t look away as I pushed myself off the bed to look down on her.
No, she was nothing like the others.
Fucking glorious.
She had a strong body with a layer of softness that promised to welcome me with warmth and comfort. The muscles in her thighs would grip me hard into a pelvis that wouldn’t stab and rub me raw. Her stomach had definition in the upper abs, but a tender swell below would press sinfully into me. I couldn’t wait to turn her over and see what her backside offered.
She hummed lightly, and my eyes traveled slowly up the lovely
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