Chapter 19 Xander
XANDER
Shut up and kiss me.
Words I’ve dreamed of hearing.
Words I’ve played around my mind almost every time I’ve glimpsed Snow around my apartment, waiting for the day that she gets the all clear.
Today is that day.
Her lips slot perfectly against mine, soft and warm with a hint of fruitiness from whatever lip balm she swiped on this morning.
Breathing in, my senses are overwhelmed by the soft, clean floral scent that rises from her and every nerve across my body leaps as she pushes herself against me.
Her fingertips flex against my cheeks, then one slides past my ear and into my hair where she grips on.
The sudden short, subtle ache that forms from her pull sends an excited thrill down my spine, and my shoulders tremble as I tighten my arms around her waist.
Her head tilts to one side and I follow, mirroring her movements to continue the kiss even as her lips part to breathe easier.
I don’t grant her that.
My tongue slides over the swell of her lower lip and then past the seam of her lips when her mouth opens.
Soft noises of surprise rise from her and she shivers in my arms.
Every inch of her stands out against my body, even through my clothes.
She overbalances from spending too long on her tiptoes to kiss me, but my support around her waist prevents her from toppling.
As my tongue slides along hers, dancing and rolling in the heat of her mouth, my core tightens and interest stirs in my cock.
Distantly, I’m sure I’m supposed to be somewhere.
I was going somewhere.
I can’t remember.
Everything is now about Snow.
Sliding my hand up her back, my palm settles between her shoulders and I press her closer, kissing her deeper until her entire body rolls against mine.
Then she uses her grip on my hair to drag my head back.
“Fuck,” she gasps, panting harshly. In the low light drifting in from the half-covered window, her lips glint from saliva and her eyes sparkle as she gazes up at me. “I—” She shakes her head suddenly. “Fuck, I don’t want to talk.”
Before I can blink, she’s grasping my shirt and ripping it wide open with a clatter of buttons scattering to the floor.
I flinch faintly, almost uncertain of her touch when both her hands press flat against my abdomen, but the warmth from her touch soothes me instantly.
She uses that touch to balance herself, and our lips collide briefly once more.
“Please,” Snow gasps, sliding one hand up to my chest. “Please.”
“Please what?” I cradle the back of her head with one hand and lean forward, sliding my other hand down to her lower back so she’s forced to bend backward as I move.
“I can’t—”
“Can’t what?”
Even in the dull light, her cheeks glow from arousal and perhaps a little embarrassment. “You know what.”
“If you don’t say it…” My tongue darts out and licks slowly over her lower lip. “Then I’m not going to do it.”
Snow rolls her eyes and her nails dig into my body as she thrusts her hips into mine and gasps.
The exact moment she feels the growing bulge in my pants, her eyes widen and she smirks. “Fuck me.”
I don’t have the time to give her what she deserves, but I can’t resist her like this.
Not when I’ve waited so long for the first taste of her, dreaming of how she looked on my bed with her legs spread and her pussy stuffed with her fingers.
We stumble away from the wall and land in one of the cots with Snow beneath me.
Bracing on the bed with one knee, I shrug my shirt off, but as I’m about to remove my tie, Snow’s hand shoots up to stop me and she smirks.
“Leave it on.”
Before I can respond, she winds my tie around her fist and drags me down for another kiss that sends a shock of heat through my entire body.
Okay. Tie stays on.
Between messy kisses and Snow refusing to let my tie slack more than an inch, I wriggle out of my pants while she slips out of her blouse and pants.
They land together in a pile on the floor. Our lips collide and her other hand rakes through my hair, pulling slightly every few inches.
Her body is nothing like I imagined.
There’s no way imagination can replicate how soft and warm she is when I finally get my hands on her bare waist and slide my palms up to her breasts.
The warm lace of her bra gets in the way and for a moment, time freezes around me.
I want to take her apart piece by piece.
I want to admire her, adore her and love her.
Taste every inch and watch how she responds to all my touches.
But someone could walk in at any moment.
There’s no time.
And I can’t leave here without a taste.
“Please,” Snow gasps, dragging me from that precious frozen moment of admiration. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“And you think I can?” Smirking softly, I move over the top of her and close my mouth over hers.
She pulls the tie taut, keeping me down against her while winding her long legs around my hips and locking her ankles at the small of my back.
She’s as hungry as me and she’s teasing me to the point of no return.
As she tightens her legs around me, the warmth of her pussy presses against my hard cock.
Only a thin layer of fabric stands between me and what I need.
Lust clouds my thoughts, my skin flushes hot like a fever, and every graze of Snow’s nails down my back lights a fire in my blood.
Keeping one hand braced on the bed next to Snow, I reach down between our bodies and shove my boxers down just enough to free my cock.
A gasp escapes me as I take myself in hand and a rush of pleasure surges through me.
Snow rises up and swallows my next gasp by kissing me deeply, then her arm joins mine between us.
Rather than pushing her panties down, she pulls the fabric aside and then her hand joins mine on my cock.
My hips punch forward at the sudden soft contact and I groan low.
“Oh, my God,” Snow whimpers and she pulls the tie tighter until we’re nose to nose. “I need that inside me. Now.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I tease softly. “You’re not ready for me.”
“I am,” she gasps, thrusting her hips upward. “Oh, please, I am. I am.”
“Not yet.”
“Xander!”
“Patience, darling.”
A sweet, desperate whimper rises in her throat and it turns into the most beautiful moan I’ve ever heard when I slide my hips forward and press my cock against the slick, searing heat of her pussy.
With no lube, her own juices are the only slick I have and I have no desire to hurt her.
“Xander please,” Snow whines, sounding close to tears. “I need you inside me, I need to feel you, please!”
Tension tightens through my entire body and it takes all my restraint not to enter her right then and there.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, my voice low and throaty.
She tightens her legs around me once more. “Yes.”
“Then be patient.”
Snow’s teeth suddenly sink into my lower lip, biting hard enough that pain flashes sharp and hot through my face.
Just as I’m about to jerk away, her tongue follows and she soothes over the bite with a soft lick.
She’s going to be the death of me.
Back and forth, I rock my cock through her soaked folds, and my arm holding me up trembles, threatening to give way if I don’t sink inside her soon. Each slow stroke is torture.
Her pussy is unbelievably hot and each drag through her lips fogs my mind more and more.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
I’m burning up and I ache to look down at her but Snow keeps her fist around my tie like it’s her lifeline.
Her other hand claws at my shoulder while she peppers kisses up and down my jaw, then she presses her hand back against the pillow and bites her lower lip so hard that the healing split on her lip threatens to reopen.
“God,” she croaks, fighting to stifle her sounds. “I can’t— I can’t. You’re driving me insane, I can’t even—”
Her words end in a punch of air as I finally end my teasing and thrust my cock an inch inside her.
Snow’s eyes widen and her lips part in a wide gasp. As I thrust forward, sheathing myself another inch inside her, my hand sweeps back up her body and seals over her mouth to trap in all the noises I’m aching to hear.
We can’t get caught.
We have to be quiet.
Her head rocks back and forth trying to dislodge my hand, but the last few inches of my cock thrusting inside her are enough to turn her into a trembling puddle beneath me.
She pulls the tie so tightly that my head is forced down to her shoulder, and for a few seconds, we exist like that.
Snow trembles like she’s about to shake apart at her seams.
My cock throbs painfully, and every ounce of my self-control rises to stop myself from coming immediately.
One of her legs slips off my waist and falls onto the bed while the other tightens around my hip.
Her pussy grips me like a vise, unimaginable heat and softness wrapping around my length like a glove with enough strength that I’m not sure I can pull out.
I don’t want to.
I want to stay buried in her forever, as deep as I can reach while she trembles and pants through her nose, all the while tiny moans escape her throat despite my hand over her mouth.
After those few seconds, her grip on the tie relaxes enough that I can lean up and look in her eyes that shine slightly with tears.
“Too much?” I ask.
She violently shakes her head and clenches her pussy down around my cock. “Please,” she begs behind my hand. “Please.”
I can’t resist her any longer.
My first thrust causes those tears to escape her eyes, so I lean down and tenderly lap them up.
Back and forth in long, slow movements, I fuck into her while fighting to maintain control.
I don’t want to come too soon.
I don’t want this to be over.
My restraint crumbles in seconds when Snow cups my face with her hand and gazes up at me so tenderly that it’s a wonder I don’t immediately fall apart in her arms.
My control snaps and I’m fucking into her like an animal, fast and hard while hiding my mouth in her hand to muffle my own moans and grunts.
The bed creaks and groans, the sheets beneath my supporting hand grow twisted under my fingers, and the furnace inside me blazes as each delicious thrust inside her throws me closer and closer to my end.
Snow moans constantly, completely uncaring since my hand seals all of her noises to just something I can hear.
Occasionally, she jerks on my tie, drawing me closer and arching herself up into me while using her leg hooked around my hip as an anchor.
It’s too much.
I’m too pent up.
I fuck her harder and harder until my back and shoulders ache.
I can barely hold myself back and sweat breaks out across my skin as my hips pound her so deep into the bed it’s a wonder it doesn’t break.
My balls tighten, my stomach curls, and my thrusts grow faster and faster as pleasure crests.
Suddenly, Snow’s moaning uncontrollably, her pussy’s rolling and clamping around my cock, and she jerks the tie hard enough to bring me right down against her.
She came.
That thought unlocks something inside me.
My pleasure crests and my orgasm rushes through me in an explosion of heat, tingles and aching muscles flexing repeatedly.
My hips slam forward, burying my cock as deep as I can inside her while pulse after pulse of cum floods her insides.
After an exhausted breath, my supporting arm gives way with a twinge of pain at my elbow and I collapse beside her on the bed, panting.
Gently removing my hand from her mouth, she suddenly catches my wrist to bring it back and presses a kiss to my palm.
Then she uses the tie to pull herself closer to me until we’re chest to chest, limbs tangled together and the air around us as hot as her core around my softening cock.
“Wow,” Snow croaks. “I—” She can’t speak and she shakes her head slightly, then dips her head forward until she’s nestled into the crook of my neck.
I wrap both arms around her and pull her snug against my body.
My chin rests atop her head and I close my eyes, focusing on the twitches moving through my body from the depleting pleasure and the warmth of her pussy still around my cock.
“Your tears,” I ask softly. “Did I hurt you?”
“Oh, Xander,” Snow croaks with a soft laugh. “Not in the slightest. You’ve no idea how turned on I was. Those were desperate tears, I swear.”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise.”
I tilt my head down and kiss the crown of her head. “Okay.”
“That was…” Her head tilts upward. “Was that good for you?”
“You really have to ask me that?”
“Mhm.”
“Snow, that was incredible. It wasn’t at all how you deserve to be fucked, but I can arrange that later.”
“How romantic.”
“And you?” Tilting down, I shift until I catch her gaze. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing…” She lazily trails her fingers over my chest, following the line of hair like it’s a map. “I feel at peace and also didn’t want it to end.”
“Peace is good.”
“You know what this means, right?” Her eyes squint slightly as she smiles.
“What does it mean?”
“It’s not just sex anymore because we kissed.”
“Ah. Because we kissed?”
“Mhm.”
“Well…” I gently nudge my nose against hers. “You have met my family and we spent Thanksgiving together, so calling it just sex really would be a disservice.”
“Just sex doesn’t feel as good as that felt,” Snow whispers. “I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.”
“Then you have been with people who didn’t deserve you, darling.”
She hums in agreement and cups my jaw, then presses her lips to my chin. “So, what do we call this?”
“Do you need a label?”
Snow shrugs, kissing her way up to my lower lip, then she kisses over the bite she left. “No.”
“As long as we keep this secret, it can be whatever you want it to be.”
“I know what this is.” She braces one hand on my chest and slowly leans up, wincing slightly as my cock finally slips out of her.
She gazes down at me with such warmth in her eyes that my heart flutters. “This is the best secret I’ve ever had.”
“Oh, damn.” I straighten up suddenly and groan as Snow’s brow’s twist in concern.
“What?”
“I was on my way to take Thea to the airport.”
Snow meets my eyes once more and bursts out giggling. “Uh-oh.”