Chapter Five
Xander
I must be dreaming because I never fall asleep with a gorgeous woman in my arms let alone remain in the same position for the duration.
But when I open my eyes and see Michelle snuggled up on top of my chest, I feel myself smiling.
The cadence of her light breathing tells me she’s still asleep making me hesitant to move.
But dammit if nature isn’t calling, and I gotta piss like crazy.
As smoothly as I can—which isn’t so easy for my big body—I try moving her over while shuffling from beneath her. She barely stirs as she rolls over, giving me a view of her curved back and luscious ass. Damn if she isn’t amazing. And last night? Can’t remember sex that great in a long while.
Hello fifties.
I suppress a chuckle as I stand and pull the covers over her before heading to the bathroom.
After I take care of business and gulp down some water I return to her bed.
She’s awake now, stretching, causing the covers to shift away and expose her upper body.
When she turns her head and sees me standing there, she offers me one of those slow, sleepy smiles.
“Hi,” she says with a husky morning-voice.
“Hi,” I echo as my cock instantly comes to attention.
When she doesn’t make a move to cover herself, I crawl across the bed, pulling away the linen to kiss her belly. I flick her piercing with my tongue, earning a light laugh. Looking up, I meet her gaze.
“This tattoo is stunning. And the piercing is sexy as hell.”
“Thank you. The tattoo is new, the piercing I’ve had for a while.”
“Oh yeah? How new?” I trace a finger across the design, and it must tickle because she’s giggling, her stomach tightening.
“Six months.” She tries batting away my hands while continuing to laugh, but I hold her steady while kissing her skin, now tracing around her navel with my tongue.
“Mmm,” I moan. “Tasty.”
“Stop. Xander.” She laughs. “I have to pee, and I’d rather not embarrass myself by wetting my bed.”
I chuckle and roll away, so she has room to move off the bed. “Fine,” I playfully grumble.
When she stands, I lightly swat her rear before she’s out of reach. “Hurry back.”
She gives me a mock salute while smiling as she makes her way to the bathroom.
I watch her walk away, her backside looking just as luscious as her front.
I flop down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, wondering how the hell the evening escalated to this.
Shit, not that I’m complaining. Michelle is incredible.
At least last night she was, and I don’t think it was an act.
Bold, uninhibited, fun, witty, beautiful.
And, available.
My heart stutters a little at that last thought, wondering if I’m really thinking beyond right now? Tonight? Next week? Do I want something steady? I haven’t been in a relationship in what seems like forever. But she’s a kick to be with and I’d like to experience more.
And what about her? Where’s her head in all this? Am I someone to have fun with for however long the feeling lasts? Is she looking for someone just to fill a void? Or is she into me as much as I’m into her?
Damn, my mind is all over, but I just don’t know. Looks like we have some talking to do.
Or you can just play it by ear and take it day to day.
Yeah, or that.
“Hey, why the frown?”
Michelle’s voice has me turning my head to watch her stroll back to the bed. She kneels on the edge while looking down at me, obviously comfortable with our nakedness in the light of day.
“Was last night really that bad?” She gives me an exaggerated sad face.
I snatch her around the waist and roll, trapping her beneath me.
Her surprised squeal followed by laughter makes me smile.
Activities both of us are doing a lot of these past twelve hours.
I keep my weight off her as I balance on my knees and forearms, leaning in to kiss her slowly, tasting the mint mouthwash she just used.
I want to savor her, make this moment last much longer than I know it will.
Her hands trace up my ribs and to my chest where she lightly scores her nails across my skin.
“Last night was fantastic. And not to ruin the mood, but I was just wondering where we go from here.”
“No need to go anywhere. I have you right where I want you.” She grins.
I lower my body so my cock teases between her legs. “Is that so?”
“Mm hmm.” She wraps her legs around the back of my thighs and lifts her pelvis, rubbing against me.
“Damn, woman,” I groan, swooping down to kiss her with hunger, with greed.
She eases her body away from me in order to fist my cock and position it at her opening.
Fuck, she makes me feel like a horny teenager ready to get it on at every available chance.
I slide in, burying myself deep and resting there for a moment.
Michelle sighs, a look of pure satisfaction on her face as she watches me.
“Feels amazing to have you inside me,” she says.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
“But I need you to move, Xander.” She grins up at me, flexing her pelvis.
“Yes, ma’am.” I withdraw slowly, easing back into her with all the speed of a content dog lying in the sunshine.
In and out I move at my leisure, loving the feel of our bodies joined, of hers squeezing mine.
When I’m buried to the hilt, I grind against her clit, making her moan.
And when she pumps her hips, trying to spur me into moving faster, I simply lower myself in order to capture her lips, kissing her just as slowly.
I torture her with unrushed, shallow thrusts, mimicking the movement with my tongue as I also pleasure her mouth.
Her arms wrap around my body, clinging tightly as her nails now dig into my shoulders.
“Xander.” She draws out my name in a plea as I kiss across her jaw and down her neck, nuzzling the soft skin.
“Michelle.” I groan, keeping my face pressed against her.
I pick up the pace with deeper strokes before pulling back until just the head of my cock remains inside.
She whimpers before a strangled breath rushes out as I slam into her, my balls slapping her ass.
I repeat the movement which has her crying out with a yes as her legs tighten around me, letting me know she’s more than enjoying it.
Over and over, I pound into her, my lust taking over.
But she’s right there with me, her body clinging to mine, her pussy squeezing my cock until I can’t hold back my orgasm.
I lose control, lost in the haze of feeling so goddamn good, and unleash all I have.
My body spasms as I grind into her, her cries ringing in my ear.
My cock continues to pulse inside her, but I haven’t felt her release; the constriction of her muscles around me.
I rise, looking down at our bodies joined before meeting her gaze.
She gives me a tender smile and my heart flips.
“You didn’t—”
“It’s okay,” she quickly interrupts. “It still felt good.”
“Fuck that,” I growl, reaching between us to thumb her clit.
The slick, swollen flesh pulses beneath my touch and Michelle gasps, her body jerking.
I stay buried inside her, feeling her tighten around me.
Her eyes start to close as her back arches, pressing into my touch.
“That’s it, fuck yeah. Get it.” I rub faster, harder as her body begins to quake right before she explodes.
Screaming, she lets loose, her orgasm a beautiful sight, making my chest swell knowing I gave her that.
I don’t ease up until she starts relaxing and soft whimpers escape her. She reaches up, pulling me to her even as I try to resist.
“Don’t wanna crush you,” I protest
“Don’t care,” she says, making more of an effort to tug at me.
I still try to keep most of my weight off her as I give her what she wants.
Once again, she wraps around me, her body still vibrating, her breathing ragged.
She peppers my skin with kisses, but something feels different.
When I manage to lift enough to see her face, tears are flowing down her temples.
“Shit, Michelle, I hurt you,” I say in a panic while trying to move off her.
“No, no, I promise you didn’t. Just, just hold me, Xander.”
Her voice cracks and it wreaks me. I roll, pulling her so she’s on top where she instantly tightens her thighs and arms against me as if trying to merge her body with mine.
As gently as I can, I rub her back, trying to soothe her and calm whatever’s troubling her.
I remain quiet, giving her time to settle, knowing she’ll talk if or when she’s ready.
We lay quietly for several moments before her breathing evens out and I almost think she’s fallen back asleep.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I’m not usually so emotional.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I keep running one hand up and down her back while stroking over her silky hair with the other. Another moment passes before she speaks again.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For… well, for being so attentive, and for giving me…”
“Another earth-shattering orgasm?” I tease.
“Yeah,” she chuckles. Lifting her head, she stares at me, her eyes red and puffy but still beautiful. “I, uh,” she blinks. “I didn’t always, with Stuart…” She cuts herself off and shakes her head.
I lift her chin. “Hey, you don’t need to say anymore. But know this. Anytime we’re together, you’re gonna get off. I’m gonna damn well make sure of it.” I grin, trying to lighten the mood.