37. Xander
Itry my hardest to keep quiet as I climb out of bed, pull on my pants, and walk to the door of the hotel room so I don’t wake Sophie.
When I answer it, I greet the teenage hotel worker with a whispered, “Thanks,” and accept the bag of food he’s delivering. I hand him two ten-dollar bills for a tip and he flashes a thumbs up.
I quietly shut the door and walk over to the table, eyes on Sophie.
My heart thuds just looking at her sleeping peacefully in bed, her hair scattered all over her pillow.
My mind drifts back to last night, to every filthy thing we got up to in that bed.
As hot as it was, it was also special. Because it was the first time I ever had sex with someone I’m in love with.
My chest aches as that thought tumbles around in my head. I’m so in love with Sophie. And I need to figure out how to tell her without scaring her off.
I shake my head and smile to myself. Me—the guy who never wanted anything serious, who’s never been interested in commitment, who never wanted to get married—is in love.
But I want all of that now with Sophie.
Warmth pools in my chest at the thought of marrying her. Not now, of course. It’s way too soon. But I can picture it. And when I do, my heart beats faster and I get this overwhelming sense of comfort. She’s the one for me.
I set the bags of food on the table right as she starts to stir. I go still, but then she opens her eyes.
She looks at me and smiles. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I chuckle softly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay.” She glances down at the bags of food. “What’s that?”
I open one of the bags and pull out a fresh croissant. She grins wide.
“I wanted to surprise you with your favorite.”
She sits up and I walk over to her. I lean down and kiss her. She hums against my lips.
When we break apart, she smiles up at me. “This is amazing, Xander. Thank you.”
“Anything for you, gorgeous.”
She grabs my face and kisses me again, then throws the comforter off of her.
“I’m going to dig into those croissants, but I really have to pee first.”
I laugh as she hops of out bed. I smack her luscious ass cheek and she lets out the most adorable yelp before scurrying to the bathroom.
I unpack the croissants and fruit I ordered from the bakery a few blocks away. There’s a French press in the hotel room, so I start brewing some coffee.
When Sophie comes out of the bathroom, she grabs her panties and my dress shirt from the floor, throws them on, then walks over to the table.
My heart thrums in my chest as I stare at her, wearing my shirt.
She sits down on a chair and reaches for a croissant and notices me gawking.
“What?” She says with a shy smile. She looks down at herself. “Oh sorry, do you not want me to wear your shirt?”
She starts to unbutton it, but I step over to her and grab her hand, gently stopping her.
“You look fucking amazing wearing my shirt. I was just so taken aback that I needed a minute.”
She blushes and smiles, then leans up to kiss me. “You’re such a charmer.”
I chuckle against her lips, then turn back to the coffee. I pour us two mugs and sit down next to her at the table. She smiles before taking a huge bite of croissant.
“Oh my god…” she moans mid-bite. “This is the most incredible croissant.”
“It’s from a bakery a couple blocks away. The guy who runs the place is from France. Best croissants in all of Denver. Way better than the ones they serve here at the hotel restaurant.”
She grins at me while she chews and takes another bite. “You surprised me with my favorite. God, I love you.”
A second later, her smile drops. Panic flashes through her eyes as she looks at me. She quickly finishes chewing, swallows, and clears her throat.
“Sorry, I, uh…” She lets out an embarrassed laugh. “I meant…or I mean…”
“I love you too,” I blurt, my heart thudding.
The panic fades from her gaze, replaced by shock. Her eyes widen. “You do?”
I nod. “Of course I love you, Sophie.”
I hold my breath and count the seconds, waiting for her to respond.
That beautiful smile pulls at her lips. “I love you too.”
My heart explodes in my chest. I grab her and pull her onto my lap, cup my hands around her face, and kiss her.
“I thought you were going to freak out when I said it,” she says between kisses. “I figured you’d think it was too soon…”
“Not even close,” I murmur against her lips. “I’m so glad you said it.”
She cups my face in her hands as she catches her breath.
“I’m so fucking in love with you, Sophie.”
She beams and kisses me. It’s not long before I carry her to the bed.
I set her down, then grab a condom from my wallet. She gets on her knees as I stand in front of her. When she unbuttons my shirt, I groan. Fuck, it’s hot to see her stripping my shirt off her body. She reaches for my pants and tugs them off. I tug my finger through the strap of her lace thong and slowly pull them down.
I grab her by the hips and pull her against me, then lean down and kiss her slow and hard. I drive my tongue into her her mouth. She moans and tugs at my hair.
“What do you want?” she rasps against my mouth.
“I want what you want,” I growl.
She leans back, biting her lip and smiling. She shakes her head. “Last night, you did what I wanted. Now I want to know what you want.”
My dick throbs. I’m already rock-hard.
I take in the eager look in her eyes. She looks so sexy when she’s naked and on her knees.
I grin. “Okay.” I lean down. “First, I want these gorgeous tits in my mouth.” I swirl my tongue slowly around her candy pink nipple. She gasps.
I close my and eyes and hum. Fuck, she’s so soft and so sweet.
I lick and suck for awhile, until she’s clawing at my back and panting hard. Then I switch to her other nipple and repeat the same until she’s whining and shuddering. I pull away and stand up again. I gaze at my gorgeous Sophie, that pleasure-drunk look in her eyes, how her skin is that perfect shade of pink—my favorite color.
I gently grip her chin in my hand and tilt her face up to look at me. “Now I want you on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind.”
“God, yes,” she murmurs.
When she turns around, facing away from me, and gets on her hands and knees.
I make a choking sound at the sight of her perfect ass.
“Jesus, Sophie.” I grab her cheek in my hand and squeeze. She moans. “So fucking pretty. So fucking perfect,” I murmur.
My mouth waters as I drop to my knees. I grab her other ass cheek with my other hand and give it a squeeze. She whimpers.
“I changed my mind. I want to taste you here first.” I massage her ass between my hands. “Is that okay?”
Another whimper. “Yes.”
“Have you ever had someone do this to you before, gorgeous?”
“No,” she says through a breath.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this? Are you sure you want this?”
As much as I want to do this with Sophie, I don’t want it unless she wants it too—unless she feels comfortable with it.
“I want this, Xander,” she whines. “So, so bad.”
Pleasure rockets through me and my dick throbs.
I bury my face between her cheeks and lap my tongue gently against her asshole. I start slow to ease her into it. She moans again and I feel her tense, but then a second later she relaxes.
I keep the same soft and steady rhythm, kneading her asscheeks in my hands. Her breathing picks up and she starts to moan.
“Oh my god, Xander…this feels unbelievable.”
I groan. Soon her moans turn to whimpers and her breathing turns ragged.
Her body trembles the more aroused she gets. My cock is hard as steel, I’m getting so turned on.
After a few minutes, when it feels like I’m about to burst, I pull away and take a second to breathe.
Sophie turns around to look at me.
“I need a second,” I say, breathing hard. “That was really fucking hot, and I was going to come if I didn’t stop.”
She flashes a sexy grin. I exhale and grab the condom from the bed, rip it open, and slide it on my aching dick. I grip her hips and line up my cock with her pussy. When I see that she’s soaking wet, I make a strangled noise.
I force myself to take another deep breath. When I slide into her pussy, we both curse.
A low chuckle falls from my lips. “Did I hear that right? Did my good girl get dirty?”
She lets out a breathy laugh, then moans when I slide in deeper.
“I can’t help it. Your cock feels too good.”
Slowly, I glide out, then in again. Pleasure pulses through my dick all the way up my abdomen and chest. My skin is tingling, this feels so fucking good. Sophie squeezes and shudders around me.
“Have you done this position before, gorgeous?”
She nods.
“Did you like it?” I rasp, keeping that steady rhythm.
“I really, really like it.”
“How do you like it, Sophie? Tell me.”
She moans and grips the bedsheets as I slide in and out. She arches her back and angles to the side slightly. I catch a glimpse of her face. Her eyelids flutter.
“I like it slow and deep,” she rasps.
“Fuck, baby…” I do what she says and slow my pace, making sure to thrust deep.
Her moan turns into a whimper.
“Like this?” I growl.
She nods before screaming out, “yes!”
I keep going with those slow and deep thrusts. Heat gathers at the base of my spine as the pleasure intensifies. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to last. But Sophie needs to come before me.
I reach my hand around to her clit and lightly tease her with my fingers. She gasps.
“Are you gonna come for me, gorgeous?”
“Yes…” Her arms start to shake and a second later, her chest falls onto the mattress.
She turns her head to the side and I see that glazed-over look in her eyes. She’s close.
“Can you go harder? Please?” She asks.
Please.
A rough sound rips from my throat as I thrust harder into her perfect pussy. I swirl my fingers faster around her clit.
Her eyes roll back. “God, Xander…” she sobs.
“How close are you, gorgeous?”
“Really, really close,” she babbles.
My leg muscles are on fire as I keep this pace, but that’s a good thing. The pain helps me from coming too soon.
It’s not long before I feel her pussy start to tighten around me. She gasps.
“Are you about to come?”
That familiar panicked look flashes in her crystal blue eyes. She nods against the mattress.
“How hard?”
“So hard,” she rasps. And then she comes while screaming my name.
“That’s my good girl,” I growl as she shakes and thrashes, her pussy clenching around my cock.
I grip her hips, fucking her hard and deep as she comes. I’m just a few seconds behind her. All the muscles in my body tense and my skin is on fire. Heat and pleasure collide inside of me and I explode, emptying inside of Sophie’s perfect pussy.
I growl so hard through my release, my throat is raw. I sound like a fucking caveman.
As we start to come down, our movements slow. We’re both gasping for air as I slowly pull out. With my hands still on Sophie’s hips, I ease her lower half onto the bed before hopping off and heading to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.
When I go back to the bed, I smile at the sight of her. She’s lying on her side, a dazed look in her eyes. Her hair is scattered all over the sheets, like a strawberry-blonde explosion.
She sees me and flashes that gorgeous smile. My heart swells in my chest.
She looks so wrecked and so fucking beautiful and god, I love her. So much.
I climb onto the bed and settle behind her. I wrap my arms around her, dust a kiss on her shoulder, and spoon her from behind.
I pull the covers over us and hug her against me.
I nuzzle my face in her hair. “I love you, gorgeous.”
She melts into me. “I love you too.”