36. Sophie
Xander smiles down at me, his gaze soft.
He drops a kiss to my forehead. “How’re you feeling, gorgeous?”
I let out a shaky breath and nod.
“I need to hear you say it, Sophie. I need to know this is okay for you.”
My heart flutters in my chest. This man. Always concerned about me, always making sure that I’m comfortable, that every single thing we ever do, in and out of bed, is good with me.
I look him in the eyes. “I’m better than okay.” I smile. “You feel incredible. And so big.”
That wicked smile pulls at his sexy mouth. “You know just what to say to make a guy feel special.”
I start to laugh until he begins to thrust. The heat and pressure of his cock sliding in and out of me has me dizzy with pleasure.
“Fuck, Sophie,” he mutters. His arms are braced over me. His biceps flex. “You feel like heaven.”
I shiver at the reverence in his tone, at the way his body tenses with each thrust.
The pleasure and heat build between my legs, pooling up my abdomen and chest.
“Can you go harder?” I rasp.
He shivers again and glances off to the side before smiling and nodding his head. “Anything for you, gorgeous.”
He picks up the pace, amping up the intensity of my pleasure. My head rolls back against the pillows and I close my eyes and groan.
“Xander…” I whimper.
“Fuck yeah, gorgeous. Keep saying my name like that.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head. “Xander…”
I dig my nails into the thick muscle of his shoulders. I ease up after a second. “Sorry, does that hurt?”
There’s a flash of heat in his hazel eyes as he grins down at me. He shakes his head. “Keep doing it. I fucking love it.”
He thrusts harder and faster, amping up the pressure building inside of me. I do what he says and dig my nails into his skin.
He grunts. “That’s it, gorgeous. Get rough with me.”
I try but soon lose my grip because the pleasure is too much. My body starts to shake.
“Are you close?”
I nod at him. “Yeah, but…” I bite my lip and work up the nerve to say the next part. “But I need to touch my clit in order to have an orgasm.”
He stills, his eyes going wide. And then the corner of his mouth quirks up. “That’s the hottest fucking thing you could say to me right now.”
I smile, relieved. Xander sits up and grabs my leg, propping my ankle on his shoulder. When he begins thrusting again, my eyes roll to the back of my head and I groan. This angle lets him hit deeper and oh my god, it feels amazing.
“Touch your clit, gorgeous. I wanna watch you play with yourself while I fuck you.”
I reach down and circle my clit with my fingers.
A feral noise rips from Xander’s throat. That dazed look in his eyes sharpens as he watches me touch myself.
It’s not even a minute before the pleasure starts to crest. My calf muscles and thigh muscles start to twitch. I move my hand harder and faster, until that tell-tale heat simmers between my legs.
He reaches down, gently gripping my jaw with his massive hand. Our gazes lock.
“I want you to scream my name when you come, gorgeous.”
I don’t even have time to say, “Okay.” Because as soon as Xander gives me that sexy command, I lose it. And I do exactly what he says. I yell his name so loud, my throat aches.
My brain goes fuzzy as my orgasm rips through me. Just like earlier, my entire body thrashes against the bed. Xander grips my hips with both of his hands, thrusting hard and steady and deep.
His fingers dig into the fleshy part of my hips as I unravel around him, shaking and screaming.
I feel him start to tense, then he thrusts so hard, I slide up the bed and almost hit the headboard. He lets out a rough growl.
He falls on top of me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling him relax around me. For the next minute, we’re quiet as we start to come down.
When he leans up, my arms drop back to the bed. He pulls out of me and takes off the condom. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, and he flashes that insanely sexy half-smile.
“Holy hell, gorgeous. You wrecked me.”
I giggle as he hops off the bed and pads to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I hear the toilet flush and the faucet turn on and off. A minute later, he comes back to bed, glass of water in hand. I smile and thank him before guzzling some down. Together we crawl under the thick down comforter. When he hugs me into his chest, I close my eyes and smile.
“Was that okay?” Xander asks after a second.
For the millionth time tonight, my heart is fluttering.
I lean back and look at him. “That was incredible. Beyond incredible. You wrecked me too. In the hottest way.”
He grins.
“You’re the sweetest boyfriend in the world, you know that?”
He chuckles, his cheeks flushing.
“I’m serious. You make me feel so taken care of, Xander.” For a moment, I’m speechless, I’m so overwhelmed.
He gently brushes the hair out of my face. “Good. You deserve to be taken care of.”
He presses a light kiss to my lips. “And I want to be the guy who takes care of you, Sophie. I want to give you everything you want. Always. I’m crazy about you.”
My heart skids in my chest at how open and vulnerable Xander is being with me in this moment.
“I want that too,” I say softly.
Emotion blooms in my chest, overwhelming me from the inside out. He kisses me before cuddling me tighter against his chest. It’s not long before I start to feel tired. And as I close my eyes and begin to drift off to sleep, that overwhelmed feeling settles inside of me, turning warm. And that’s when I realize I’ve fallen in love with Xander Williams.