60. Chapter Sixty
As he grips the edge of my shirt, he wastes no time in swiftly removing it along with my bra, igniting a rush of warmth that pulsates between my thighs. I gasp as he gently sucks on my nipple, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body. Within seconds, he effortlessly flips us over, placing me on top, and forcefully tears off my skirt and underwear. Straddling him, I feel the magnetic pull between us.
“Christ,” he whispers, his eyes brim with longing as he gazes at my naked form. His fingers lightly trace down the side of my breast, coming to rest on my hip. “You’re still so fucking perfect, Princess.”
His words wash over me, bringing a sense of calm.
I tug at the waistband of his jeans. “I want these off now,” I demand.
A sexy grin appears on the corner of his mouth as he replies, “You always were my fucking dirty little princess.”
He watches my every movement as I undo the button and zipper on his jeans. “Lift,” I instruct as I get up off him. When he complies, I pull down his jeans and boxers, checking out his hard cock as it springs out, softly brushing against his stomach.
Lying back on the bed, he puts his hands behind his head and watches me. My eyes immediately are drawn to the ink gracing the left side of his chest and trailing up his shoulder. It’s a captivating musical staff adorned with beautifully sprawled notes. However, what truly surprised me when I first saw it by the door was the vivid red poppy flower, accompanied by the elegant black script that reads, “You are special.” And I know exactly what he is referring to. It’s in response to those lyrics, to the song that is ours.
“I told you, you weren’t just some chick I fucked,” he says.
As my fingers trace down his chest, I notice goosebumps forming beneath my touch. And then, I see it - delicately written between the musical notes, my name. It’s small, yet intricate and beautiful. Overwhelmed, tears come to my eyes. What I see goes beyond words, beyond belief. He”s been loving me for real, just like he told me today. This man who can have any woman in the world has chosen me. Me.
I have always loved him deeply, and held onto the hope that one day he would feel the same way about me. When he initially mentioned his feelings for me after finding out about Alex, I couldn’t help but have some doubts. I thought he might just be using one of his typical lines, trying to convince me to sleep with him. I feared that once the tour was over, he would leave me as he had done before. However, now that I see my name permanently inked on his body, it solidifies the fact that he had loved me all along, just as I had loved him.
As he lies on the bed, his eyes cast downward, observing me closely, I lift my hand and touch him, tracing my fingers along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, savoring the rhythmic pulsation beneath my touch. Feeling bold, I lean forward and slide my tongue along it.
He lets out a groan while lowering his hand to his sides. His hands clench, as though he’s fighting the temptation to run his fingers through my hair and instruct me to open my mouth so he can feed me. His nostrils flare as I repeat the action.
“Poppy,” he utters, his voice filled with affection. I adore the way he pronounces my name as if I am his entire world.
A surprised squeal escapes me as he pulls me into his embrace, claiming my mouth with a passionate kiss. The intensity of his lips against mine reminds me of the familiar Xander I know, leaving me craving for more. Unable to resist, I gently bite down on his bottom lip, yearning for a deeper connection. His kiss grows stronger, his tongue tracing the contours of my lips, pleading for entrance. As I part my lips, I feel his self-control waver.
With a deep groan, one hand cradles the front of my neck while the other holds firmly onto my hip, anchoring me in place as he intensifies the kiss.
My senses ignite, causing me to whimper as I eagerly respond to the intense strokes of his tongue. I crave more of him, yearning for his taste, his scent, and the way he passionately kisses and caresses me.
A gentle pinch on my nipple elicits a hiss, urging me to grind against him. It feels like a switch has been flipped, reigniting desires that have been dormant for years, since the last time we were together like this, when I could freely embrace my deepest longings. I’m incredibly aroused right now, to the point where I could scream. Gasping for air, I break away from the kiss and softly whisper, “I want you to fuck me.”
His expression shows how badly he wants me, as he grabs my hips and guides me closer, his cock teasing my wetness. He grabs my ass, signaling for me to rub against his erection.
“You don”t have to ask to get off on my cock, Princess. Just fucking take it, you dirty girl.”
My stomach gets all knotted up as I feel the intense sensation every time I slide across his long shaft. Oh, my God. Every bump and vein feels as if it’s designed just for me to bring intense pleasure.
“Christ,” he breathes out as I glide along his length. “Your pretty pussy is drenching my cock.” The heat in his eyes intensifies as he grabs his cock. ”Rub it on your clit,” he says.
I wrap my fingers around him, taking control.
His eyes lower, fixated on watching my movements. “That’s it,” he whispers, with teeth clenched while I trace the delicate area.
A pleasurable moan escapes my lips as I indulge myself further.
“Feel good, huh?” he says.
“So good,” I say, but it’s not just the sensations that have me enthralled. It’s the way he gazes at me as if I’m the most alluring woman he’s ever laid eyes on. I’ve seen the tabloids showcasing the stunning women he’s been photographed with, and I know I’ll never measure up to them with the way they look. Yet, the way he looks at me makes me feel truly beautiful.
Xander’s lips part slightly and the desire in his eyes tells me he’s into it.
Moaning, I increase the speed of rubbing his cock against my clit. The sensation is overwhelming. I’m incredibly wet and on the verge of coming.
”Fuck, I can feel you throbbing on my cock,” he breathes out, tilting his head back, eyes closed, hands gripping my hips hard. ”You”re so close,” he says.
And now I want it even more. “I need you inside me when I come,” I confess.
He abruptly opens his eyes and sits upright, pulling me closer with his arm around my lower back. His deep, husky voice sends electrifying shivers down my spine as he whispers, “I want my cock buried inside you too.”
Goosebumps ripple across my skin, igniting a deep desire to explore every inch of his body.
Our eyes lock as he slowly enters me, stretching me to accommodate his every inch.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmurs, sliding his thumb down to pleasure my clit while I ride him.
His kisses ignite a fire within me. The pleasure intensifies as waves of pure bliss cascade through me, one after another.
“Oh my god,” I gasp.
A deep growl escapes his throat as my pussy tightens around him, reaching the peak of my pleasure. His forehead rests against mine, his strong chest rising and falling, as if he, too, has just experienced his release. In a daze, I lean against him, my mind clouded with bliss.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me in so close that there”s no space left between us. It’s difficult to put into words the intensity of what I’m feeling right now. His breath softly lands on my face as our foreheads stay pressed together. I see the restraint in his features as he weaves his fingers through my hair, as he meets my gaze.
My heart quickens as I absorb the distinct features of his face, the piercing intensity in his eyes, and the clear torment etched on his expression. It’s clear that remaining motionless while he’s still inside me is agonizing for him, yet he restrains himself to fulfill my desire. I lean forward, resting my lips against the shell of his ear.
“I need you to fuck me and make me yours.”
He gazes at me for a moment, before his hands firmly grab my ass, a look of desire masks his face, causing any self-restraint to vanish. Abruptly, he withdraws from me, and my heart sinks, feeling betrayed by the sudden loss. In an instant, I‘m lying on my back. The look in his eyes is undeniably menacing like a predator closing in on its prey.
“You already belong to me, Princess,” he proclaims. He drops to his knees in front of me. “Now fucking spread your legs.”
As soon as I do, he eagerly leans in, skillfully using his talented tongue to pleasure me, making me moan softly. As he explores my most sensitive areas, his hand glides up my body, playfully teasing my nipple. The sensation is so incredibly pleasurable that it almost makes me purr. It’s as if he’s memorized every single pleasure spot. With a playful touch, he circles my clit, driving me wild with desire. Growing impatient, I instinctively move my hips against his face, begging, “Xander, please, just fuck me.”
He laughs, leaning back and grinning at me. I can see my wetness on his chin, and he doesn”t bother to wipe it away.
I groan in frustration. Asshole.
“How badly do you crave my cock?” he asks, his voice low and seductive. I’m fully aware that he is taunting me, making me work for it.
“What do you think, asshole?” I remark, digging my nails into his scalp and dragging his face back to my pussy.
His laughter sends pleasurable vibrations through me when he kisses my pussy. “You want it that bad, huh?”
I bite my bottom lip, my gaze fixed on him. All I can manage is a nod as his thumb softly circles around my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he remarks, moving his hand away and aligning the tip of his cock with my entrance. “Take a deep breath,” he whispers, leaning forward to place tender kisses along my stomach. And then he thrusts forward.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my mouth dropping open in surprise.
Rising onto his knees, he firmly holds onto my hips. I tremble with anticipation as he pulls back before thrusting into me, over and over again. His hold on my hips is so tight, that I know there will be marks when this is done. The way he fucks me, the way he consumes me, and the pleasure he sends through my body cause my legs to tremble.
“Xander,” I whisper, my hand stretching out towards him, consumed by a powerful longing that I struggle to fully grasp. All I am certain of is that my desire for him surpasses anything I have ever yearned for. His gaze, so penetrating, completely captivates me. I am amazed by the sheer intensity with which he looks at me.
“I love you,” he whispers, his movements gradually slowing. The palpable energy between us transforms into something tangible, something undeniably real. As he fucks me, the rhythm builds and it feels so good it makes my toes curl.
I lift my hips, meeting his deep thrusts, adding to our fiery dance. With every penetration, I let go, getting lost in the rhythm. My hands glide down his back, loving the strength of his muscles as they flex with every thrust.
“Xander,” I moan.
Every time he slides into me, I feel myself unraveling. He embeds himself deep within my very essence. He has never fucked me like this before. It’s like he’s starving for my touch, but can’t satisfy his craving. A sudden realization strikes me. He wants to dismantle the barriers that separate us. This is the Xander I remember, unguarded and vulnerable. He’s inviting me to take the plunge with him into the depths of his soul. I trace the stubble on his jawline, marveling at his breathtaking beauty. His dark brown eyes meet mine as he holds me close, cherishing the moment and sealing it in his memory forever. He’s not just physically inside me, it’s so much more profound than that. It’s everything I’ve longed for, this connection with him. Xander Williams doesn’t just fuck, he worships with every fiber of his being.
As our fingers intertwine, he lifts one of my hands above my head, while his other hand explores the space between us, tending to my sensitive clit. Every deep thrust draws out a whimper, bringing me closer to the edge. I part my lips, intending to plead for a moment’s respite, but I end up moaning. I bite down on my bottom lip, attempting to stifle my moans, but it’s pointless. My grip on the sheet tightens as I feel my orgasm approaching.
“Fucking hell,” he says.
His next deep thrust takes me by surprise, and I release in an intense rush, my primal moan echoing through the room.
Xander suddenly freezes, his expression transforming into one of genuine concern. “Are you okay?” He asks.
“So much better than just okay,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
His ragged breaths, uneven and raw, give way to deep moans as he thrusts in and out of me. Pleasure contorts his sharp features as he shudders through his release. I can feel his breath warm against my chest when he collapses against me, and I lovingly thread my fingers through his damp hair. He holds me tightly, unwilling to let go as he catches his breath. After a few lingering moments, he lifts his gaze to meet mine.
“Fucking hell. I’ve replayed our earlier days in my mind for so many years, but it was nothing like this.” His mouth twists into a vulgar grin. “So, is it clear now that you”re mine? Because this time, there”s no fucking way I”m letting you go.” His eyes lock onto mine, filled with intensity as he awaits my response.
My breath stalls as his hand glides over my ribs and gently brushes against the curve of my breast, finally coming to rest on the organ threatening to beat its way out of my chest. “Fuck I’ve missed you.”