Chapter Four #2
He sweeps his hands up my backside to rest between my shoulder blades, pulling me to his chest. I hum with delight when my breasts rub against him and I can’t help but squirm, needing more contact.
“I need you naked. I need your skin against mine.”
Xander stills, meeting my gaze. “This wasn’t part of my plan when I offered to take you home.”
“Mine either but plans change.”
He remains silent and we stare at one another to the point of it becoming awkward.
“Look, if you don’t want this…” I start to pull away, ready to stop embarrassing myself, when he holds me in place, flexing his hips so his erection presses into me.
“Does this feel like I don’t want you?”
“So why the hesitation?”
“Because I don’t want you to regret this.”
I huff. “Xander, I’m a grown woman who can damn well decide if I want to have sex with a guy.”
“Am I the first since your husband?”
“Does it matter?” I say defensively.
“Yes. Maybe. Shit, I don’t know, Michelle.” He shakes his head. “I guess I want this to mean something. I don’t want to be an itch you need to scratch. And if it’s been a while, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me? As in physically? Or emotionally?”
“Both, dammit.”
I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh.
“What the fuck?” He grumbles softly.
I look at his confused expression and frame his face, kissing him tenderly. When I pull back, his face has relaxed. “You are a pleasant surprise, Xander I-don’t-even-know-your-last-name.”
He chuckles. “Phillips. Xander Phillips.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Xander Phillips. I’m Michelle Bosak.
As you know I’m widowed, I teach yoga, and I’m a trauma counselor.
I have no children or pets. I haven’t had sex in over fifteen months.
I haven’t had even an inkling of interest in anyone until tonight when you offered me your shirt.
” I look down at myself. “Which by the way, I’m keeping.
” I look at him again and he smiles. “Now, I’m about to exit this car and go into my home, and I’d really love your company in my bed tonight. ”
I start to move off his lap when he holds me in place. “I’d really love to be that company in your bed tonight.”
“Then let’s go.” I give him a smile and he nods.
We exit the car and I meet him on his side, taking his hand and leading him up the steps to my condo.
Once inside, I don’t waste time with pleasantries that continue to stall our momentum, instead, I take us directly to my bedroom where I toss my phone wallet on my dresser before facing him.
“I’m going to use the bathroom then be right out. You’re welcome to use it after me or use the guest bathroom right now. It’s back out in the hallway, second door on the left.”
“I’ll go do that now. Be right back.”
After he walks away, I hurry into the bath, strip, pee, and do a quick wash at the sink, scrubbing away the greasy number seven still on my thigh.
I then rinse my mouth and rush back out, pulling back the covers on the bed and crawling in.
Xander comes through the door just as I settle.
He rakes his gaze over my naked body, the lust reigniting.
Without breaking eye contact, he slips off his boots before quickly getting naked.
I feel my eyes widen in amazement as I stare at his glorious form ripped with muscles from neck to calves. There are no imperfections, no tattoos gracing his body—at least on his front side—just wonderfully bronzed skin with that dusting of golden hair.
“Turn around,” I whisper. When he turns his back to me then looks over his shoulder a moment before facing me again, I meet his gaze. “Not one tattoo.” He shakes his head, remaining quiet.
As my gaze wanders north again, I linger at his cock jutting out from his groin, thick and beautiful. The head glistens with moisture and I’m tempted to crawl to him so I can lick it off. Instead, I lick my lips as I meet his gaze, crooking my finger at him, beckoning him to me.
Xander grins and walks to the bed, crawling across the small divide until he reaches me. He gently grabs an ankle and pulls me toward him, so I’m spread out on my back.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs. He wastes no time as he lowers himself between my legs, his mouth connecting with my pussy.
I hiss as he licks up and down my folds before parting me and diving into my center, which I know is slick with arousal.
As he hums against my flesh, lapping at my entrance, I rock my hips, pressing against him.
He then suckles my clit causing me to cry out as a jolt of pleasure stronger than anything I’d ever felt in my life races through me.
He spreads me wider, placing my legs over his shoulders before running his hands up my abdomen, never breaking his rhythm.
I guide his hands to my breasts where he squeezes before pinching my aching nipples.
“Yes,” I moan. “God, yes, that.”
His efforts increase, pinching me harder while he devours my pussy.
My body is thrashing against him, moving frantically, searching for release.
I feel perspiration dampening our skin as the sounds of our combined moans echo around us.
I’m so close to falling apart as I grind against his talented mouth, eager to feel the mindless bliss the orgasm will bring about.
But Xander has other ideas when his mouth eases away from my core and his hands leave my breasts, making me want to cry out with a harsh protest. Instead, I cry out in unexpected delight when he slides a finger inside me, working it in and out before adding a second digit.
He then blows cool air across my clit as he pumps his fingers, increasing his speed and causing my body to move, meeting each thrust. The sounds I make are unlike anything that’s ever come out of my mouth, but I can’t hold back, alternating between guttural moaning and high-pitched keening.
He caresses down my belly, fingering my piercing before sliding lower to pinch my clit, causing me to gasp.
Anchoring my feet on his back as leverage, I rocket my hips against him to meet his demands.
And just as I’m on the edge once again, Xander withdraws his fingers, wrenching another cry from me.
“Xander, please,” I beg.
He eases my legs off his body to kneel, looking down at me with a lustful gaze. His hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly while he licks his lips.
“Fucking delicious.” He continues to stare, his eyes mapping every inch of me.
I’ve never been an insecure woman, knowing I’m in better shape than most my age.
And having never birthed children, my body didn’t succumb to the ravages pregnancy can often produce, such as stretch marks, weight that never goes away, and saggy breasts.
But under Xander’s intense perusal, next to his impeccable body, I’m tempted to curl into a ball to hide my perceived flaws.
Like my breasts. They may still be somewhat perky while I’m upright, but lying flat on my back, they practically fall into my armpits.
I start to bring my arms across my body to make my breasts look at least a little more flattering when Xander speaks.
“Do I need to worry about condoms? Because I have none and I doubt you do as well.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since Stuart.”
“I’m clean. Never been with a woman without using a barrier.”
“I had no concerns at my last physical.”
“Any concerns about getting pregnant?”
I flat out laugh. “At my age?”
“Hey, it’s happened.”
I shake my head. “Well trust me, it’s not going to happen to me.”
He nods and eases down beside me, leaning on his elbow while trailing a finger up and down my side. I turn my head to look at him, wondering why he’s stalling.
“Is this coming to a screeching halt? Are you having second thoughts?”
“Hardly. Maybe I’m having performance anxiety.” He chuckles.
“Somehow I doubt that.”
“Maybe I’m just taking a moment to appreciate how beautiful you are and how lucky I am to be here. Guess I don’t want it to end too quickly.” He gives me a crooked grin.
I sit up and push him to his back, glad he isn’t resisting. “As far as I’m concerned, we have all night.”
It’s now my turn to explore as I crawl across his body, running a hand up his tight abdominals and bulging pecs.
I’m balancing on my knees and one hand as I glide the other up his solid jaw before threading my fingers in his thick mane.
Leaning down, I kiss him slowly, tasting myself on his tongue.
His hands hold lightly to my ass as he joins me in the kiss, keeping it easy and sweet.
But I’m ready for the heat to return, for the crackle of energy that’s been sparking between the two of us since he knelt in front of me on stage.
Sliding my slick center across his cock, I earn a growl as his hands tighten on my backside.
Our kiss continues as I snake a hand between us to grip his erection, positioning him at my opening.
I then break the kiss to sit up and slowly sink down onto him.
My head falls back as I release a long sigh, loving the feel of him stretching me and filling me up.
Loving this connection. Xander groans but remains still, allowing me to take him in at my pace.
“Fuck, that feels incredible,” he says with gritted teeth. “Your pussy is so damn tight, so hot.”
“Mm hmm,” I moan. “That’s because you’re so damn big and I love it.
” Once I’ve taken him all the way in and our groins meet, I squeeze my inner muscles while grinding against him.
His hands come up to close around my breasts, gently kneading.
“So good.” I lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest as he in turn rises to close his mouth around a nipple.
More moans and sounds of pleasure escape us both as he suckles and nips while I begin to move.
Sliding back and forth, I ride him, loving the friction; the skin to skin I was craving.
Xander alternates from one breast to another before releasing me and dropping to his back. He grabs my hips, moving me faster and faster, causing my clit to slam into his groin. I gasp as he grunts and soon, we’re both laboring to breathe.
“So close. I’m so fucking close, Michelle,” he grinds out. He rocks his hips up into mine, applying delicious pressure that has me close to exploding. “Fuck, I feel you getting tighter. You’re close too.”
“Yes,” I say, running out breath and nearly out of steam.
Never has sex been this wild, this erratic; this primal.
I ride him faster, angling to take him as deep as I can.
He slips a hand between us to thumb my clit and that does it.
I detonate, screaming with pleasure. Xander groans, his body nearly rigid as his release hits and he’s emptying inside me.
After several more thrusts, I collapse onto his chest and his arms band around me.
He kisses the top of my head, humming while I practically purr.
I feel the spasms of my pussy as I continue to squeeze him, and tiny sparks continue to riot through me.
His heart is beating furiously against my ear, and I place my hand over his left pec, feeling the steady thump of its rhythm.
Lifting my head, I rest my chin on his chest and smile at him.
“That was amazing; indescribable really.”
Xander brushes the hair off my face and gives me a smile that melts my insides.
“You are amazing,” he says. “So glad I put my hands on you.”
We laugh and our movement causes our bodies to separate. I whimper and give him a playful pout.
“You said we had all night, remember?”
“I did indeed.” But a yawn escapes, and I nuzzle against his warmth, content to remain in this exact position all night.
He manages to snag the covers, bringing them over us, and the last thing I remember is another soft kiss across my hair.