Chapter Seventeen
Xander
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I moved her across the porch until we reached the door. I’d barely held back at the restaurant and then during the dance. I had no idea where all that had come from; I just knew it would make her happy. She turned around instantly when she felt the door at her back. I groaned, pressing my fingers into the wood, nearly clawing at it like a wild animal.
I felt her rib cage expand with every breath. I put a hand on her waist, tugging at her coat—I simply couldn’t not touch her. When she finally opened the door, we barreled inside. She barely managed to close it before I was kissing her again, unbuttoning her coat. I wanted it out of the way. I wanted everything out of the way. I’d fantasized about having this woman naked for weeks.
I pushed her coat off her shoulders and down to the floor. Next thing I knew, she took off her shoes, making her much shorter than me, but it didn’t matter. She was perfect just the way she was—every part of her.
I only paused enough to look down at her dress. “I’ve wanted to take this off all damn night.”
She looked down and then back up at me. “Likewise. I like this suit a lot, but I want to see you out of it.”
I took a deep breath to calm myself down. “Are you sure?”
“So sure. So, so sure.”
“I aim to please.”
I immediately shrugged off my jacket, tossing it over her discarded coat. Looking straight at her, I took off my cuff links. I could see her getting turned on right in front of my eyes. It was right there in her body language: the way her eyes darkened and her lips parted; the small shake in her hips. This woman wanted me. I put the cuff links on the shelf next to us, then walked closer to her.
“You’ll have to do the rest,” I told her.
“I can’t wait to oblige.”
She started with my buttons, making quick work of them. At the same time, I pulled her dress up to her hips and then nearly exploded in my pants. She was wearing lace garters.
“You look fucking beautiful.”
“I bought them especially for tonight.”
“For me. No one else can see you wear these. Fucking no one.”
“Xander...”
I walked her backward until I’d plastered her against the wooden door again and cupped her face. “I mean it, Bailey.”
She shook her head. “I wasn’t going to. I don’t even wear these usually.”
“You have matching panties?” I asked her.
She nodded, and I pushed her dress farther up so I could see them.
“Are you wet?”
She licked her lips, swallowing hard. “Yes.”
“How wet? And don’t lie to me because I’m going to check.”
“Very,” she whispered.
I immediately slipped my hand into her panties, rubbing two fingers over her opening. She was so slick that I couldn’t even believe it.
“Bailey... Fuck, babe, you’re so wet.”
“I know,” she whimpered.
I slipped a finger inside her. How could I not when she was this wet and ready?
“Oh my God.” Panting, she tugged at my shirt and then put her forehead on my chest as if she needed to ground herself. This was already too much for her. But I planned to give her so much more—I knew she could take it. Most of all, she needed it.
I moved my finger in and out, brushing her clit with every stroke. Her whimpers turned to moans. Then I gave her a second finger, and her entire body spasmed. Her shoulders rolled backward, and I captured her mouth. I wanted to feel every one of her moans on my tongue while I had my fingers buried inside her. I was going to make her come like this, right against her door.
I was blind with need for her, but I wanted this orgasm for her first. She was so damn ready, melting in my arms. Her body was taut everywhere I touched her. When her inner muscles started to tighten around my fingers, the moans against my mouth became harder, louder, more intense. I kissed and kissed her relentlessly while I moved my fingers. When I felt her tighten completely, I stilled my movements inside her and simply pressed on her clit. She orgasmed fucking beautifully, clinging to me as she came. Her entire body went soft again instantly. I cupped her ass with my other hand so she could keep her balance without a problem. She was starting to sway from all the pleasure I’d just given her, and I’d barely started.
“Xander,” she murmured.
“You’re fucking beautiful. You are amazing. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I need more.”
That was music to my ears. “I’ll give you everything I have tonight, Bailey. Every fucking thing, I promise. Where’s your bedroom?”
She pointed to the door off the living room. “Through there.”
I tugged her dress farther up until it was right around her waist. Then I decided to take it off completely. “I love your curves.”
She blushed, looking down. “I do like pralines a lot.”
“You’re perfect. I won’t have you think anything else, not for a moment.”
I pulled her up to me, needing to feel her close. Her breasts pushed against my chest as I carried her to the bedroom. It was big, and the bed was king-size, which was good. I needed to be able to explore her.
After putting her down, she said, “You.”
I was about to ask what she meant, but then she tugged desperately at my shirt, as she’d done in the living room. I knew what she meant. Part of me wanted to let her undress me herself, but I was too desperate for that, so I took care of my own pants and boxers right before she got rid of my undershirt.
Once my clothes were gone, I moved to take off her bra and panties. I’d intended to do it slowly, but I didn’t have any patience left. After unhooking her bra and tossing it to the side, I lowered myself to my knees, yanking her panties down as I went. I did take my time with her garters, though.
Looking up at her, I murmured, “I love your thighs. And that pussy is fucking perfect.”
She blushed, glancing away, but only for a split second before looking at me again. I put one of her feet on my knee and kissed up her inner thigh until I reached her pussy. I didn’t lick, just moved my mouth around, teasing her. Then I put her foot down and repeated the motion with the other one.
Her skin was already so sensitive that she trembled under my touch. She arched backward, pushing her chest out.
“Xander,” she cried out. She was on edge again, or perhaps still. I was going to take it off, but not just yet.
I rose to my feet and flipped her around, pushing her hair to one side and kissing her exposed shoulder as she pushed herself back into me. My cock was trapped between our bodies, and I clenched my eyes shut against the sensations threatening to take over me.
I palmed her breasts while I kissed her shoulder and the back of her neck. I liked feeling her body vibrate against mine, the aftershocks of her orgasm. Lowering one hand to her pussy, I dragged my finger over her clit as if I were playing an instrument. She gasped and then pushed her ass into my pelvis even harder. I groaned in her ear, the feeling of her against me making it impossible to think. I wanted to act on impulse and pure instinct, but I needed to make her come again. Only then would I sink inside her.
I kept moving my fingers over her clit, rocking my hips back and forth slightly. The friction against my cock was exquisite. But I stilled first.
“Bailey.” My voice was hoarse, I cleared my throat before adding, “I’m clean, babe.”
“So am I. On birth control, too, so we don’t need a condom. We don’t need anything.” Her voice was even more desperate than mine. It egged me on.
I grabbed my cock at the base, guiding it between her legs and rubbing it along the length of her pussy.
“Xandeeeer,” she mewled, her voice shaking. I barely made out that she’d called my name. This was phenomenal.
In the beginning, it was just enough to ease my need for her, but it only served to intensify that need even more. I played with her clit while I moved back and forth, smiling against her neck when I felt her on the cusp of yet another orgasm. It began much slower than the other one, but the signs were unmistakable. Her skin turned clammy, her body taut. Then she started to tremble—only a bit at first, but then it took over her body. I used my free hand to hold her by her stomach. With the other one, I relentlessly massaged her clit.
I found the rhythm that brought her the most pleasure, and I kept on just like that. She arched back, pushing herself into me. Her head rolled to one side as she cried out my name, her entire body undulating. I wanted to kiss her, but it was impossible in this position, so I simply kept moving my hips and circling her clit until she calmed down and seemed to regain control of her body again.
She straightened up and turned around slowly. Her smile was everything that was right in this world. She kissed my jaw and moved her mouth down my neck. I dropped my head back, enjoying her touch.
I liked her mouth on me, exploring me. She moved to one shoulder, then lowered herself, slowly making a crisscross pattern with her mouth on my torso. She wrapped a hand around my cock and squeezed hard. It felt incredible, but after I’d rubbed against her pussy, this wasn’t nearly enough.
“Bailey,” I grunted. “I want you. Now.” I looked down at her. She was grinning and immediately rose, still squeezing my erection.
Then I kissed her. Yes, I wanted to sink inside her, but I also wanted to kiss her; I needed her mouth more than I could explain. I grabbed her by the ass, bringing her to the height I wanted, then stumbled backward when she started to move up and down, rubbing herself against my cock.
Walking until I reached the wall, I turned around, pushing Bailey against it and then sinking inside her. She responded to my kiss with even more intensity. Being inside her was such a rush that I didn’t even need to move at first. I just wanted to feel.
“Your pussy’s so damn tight,” I whispered in her ear, nibbling at her earlobe. “I love it.”
In response, she started to move her hips.
Closing my eyes, I placed my mouth in the crook of her neck. I wanted more contact, and I couldn’t focus enough on kissing and fucking at the same time. This woman was messing with my senses in the best way possible.
“Bailey, this is so damn good,” I grunted between thrusts.
She whimpered and moaned but didn’t reply. She was too far gone for that. We were both chasing the high.
I held her with one hand, and she must have realized I wanted to take the other one away, because she immediately put her hands on my shoulders. I reached between us, pinching her clit.
“Xander, ohhhh!”
I straightened up, wanting to see her. It was precious watching her prepare herself for the wave of pleasure. This moment was so intense that I knew it would claim every single part of me. Miraculously, I didn’t have any problems with that. In fact, I was looking forward to losing control completely to Bailey. This thing between us was feral.
I wanted to cup her face, but I needed to be able to touch her far more freely. Against the wall, it was going to be impossible, so I moved her away quickly and carried her straight to the bed.
However, I’d miscalculated the angle to the bed and lost my balance. I dropped her first and then almost collapsed on top of her. But I managed to catch myself in time, breaking my fall by putting my hands forward, at the sides of her shoulders.
She smiled softly. “I made you lose your balance, huh?”
“You make me forget my own name, Bailey.” Then I put one of her legs on my shoulder, keeping the other one at my side. I liked this angle; she was spread out good for me. Moving down, I pressed my finger on her clit as I slid inside her all at once. She was wet, and we were both so damn ready for the orgasm.
I moved back and forth with precise and quick thrusts. She grabbed the sheets over her head and began to thrash, rolling her head from left to right. That’s why I loved having her here on the bed where she could move freely—neither of us had to worry about balance, and she was able to let loose.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” I loved the way her breasts moved as she writhed beneath me.
When her mouth began to tremble, especially her lower lip, I knew she was right there. She came a second later, which sent me over the edge instantly. One minute I was watching her, and the next, I didn’t even know where I was. The orgasm ricocheted throughout my body. I blinked rapidly, but my eyes watered. I tried to breathe in deeply, but I couldn’t. The pleasure took up too much space in my body to allow for anything else, even air.
I groaned, letting out all the pent-up tension within me. Our sounds filled the room. Neither of us was holding back. My body was a live wire. My back spasmed, and I rolled my shoulders backward and then forward, careful not to collapse over Bailey. At least I had enough self-awareness left for that.
I pulled out of her carefully once she stopped thrashing around. She was smiling, eyes closed. We’d both worked up a sweat. Her hair clung to her cheeks, and I moved it away carefully, kissing that spot of skin. Her smile widened even more as I pulled back. Then she turned her head in my direction, opening her eyes.
“Hmmmm, this was something,” she whispered without elaborating. She didn’t need to, though. I knew exactly what she was referring to. It wasn’t just the pleasure, although that was powerful. There was something else here. The same thing that had made me pop up wherever she’d been over the past few weeks. The same thing that made me constantly think about her.
“Was I too rough earlier when we were against the wall?”
“Oh, you were rough,” she said with a frown. Then she grinned again. “And I loved it so freaking much.”
“Nothing hurts?” I double-checked.
“Maybe ask me tomorrow. I might have worked up some muscle aches, but I don’t mind at all. I haven’t had a proper workout since the Christmas season started.”
“You count this as a workout?” I asked with a laugh.
“No, but I think it might end up being that.” She pushed herself up on her elbows, looking me up and down and then laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“I think you might be too big for my bed.”
I frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“I bought the biggest one I could find, and now I have a mountain of a man on it.”
Was she implying that I was the first man in her bed? Because the primal side of me fucking liked that.
“Oh, this mountain of a man will find a place,” I replied.
I shifted us on the bed, but it wasn’t as big as I first thought.
“All right, you have a point. But I have an idea.” I pulled her on top of me. “See? This works perfectly.”
“For what?” she asked, wriggling her eyebrows. “Surely not for sleeping.”
“For that, too, later on. For now, I have other things in mind.”