Page 80 of Chasing Xander
He traced a path down the side of her face, his touch setting fire to her already hot skin. “I assume that means you’ve never had an orgasm before, either?”
She shook her head, her throat suddenly like sandpaper. “No, but feel free to change that, too.”
One corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile, his dimple making an appearance. “You can bet your ass I’m gonna.” He teased her with a sensual, much too short, kiss.
She sighed. “I thought we’d moved past wagering on my ass.”
He laughed. “I’m trying to be sexy and seduce you, and you making me laugh isn’t helping.”
“When have I ever made anything easy for you?” She trailed her fingers down his bare chest and across his abs.
“Never.”
“Exactly. So why would I start now?” Pressing her palms firmly against his stomach, she lowered her head and kissed his chest. His skin was hot and smooth.
“Mm.” He flexed his fingers on her waist and then moved them around to grab her ass. She let out a surprised gasp, which turned into a needy moan when he held her down on him as he lifted his hips, showing her just how much he liked what she was doing. A victorious smile tugged at her mouth. He might have all the experience, but clearly he wasn’t immune to her touch.
Slowly, he lifted her shirt, his hands exploring tentatively, despite how self-assured his touch was. He grazed the underside of her breasts, and she sucked in a breath, her body pulsing for more. He brushed his thumbs across her nipples, quick and feather-soft, but she felt the reverberations all the way down to her toes. He did it again, this time a little harder, and the tiny sting of pleasure was a direct shot to her libido. Arching her back, she let her head fall to her shoulders and bit down on her bottom lip, but she couldn’t stop the moan that erupted.
“God, I love that sound.” He nuzzled her jaw, and then his mouth was on her ear, nipping and kissing. “I want to touch you, Ky.”
“Yes.” She nodded a little too eagerly. “I want you to do that.”
His deep chuckle tickled her senses. “If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?”
“Okay.”Yeah, like that was going to happen.She’d been waiting for this for weeks, and she wasn’t going to stop him now that he’d finally started.
He placed another kiss on her neck and then moved to her throat and collarbone, his lips leaving a path of goose bumps in their wake. There was another flick to her nipple, and then he slid one hand around to her back while the other coursed down her stomach. She sucked in a sharp breath, her stomach hollowing, making it that much easier for his hand to slip into the waistband of her pants. His erection was hard and thick beneath her, taunting her. “Xander…”
“We still good?”
She licked her lips and nodded. He’d said we. She didn’t know why, but hearing him say that, knowing they were doing this together instead of him doing it to her made her heart flutter erratically. “We’re good,” she whispered.
He eased his hand inside her waistband, and his fingertips teased around her most sensitive area. Her heart was in her throat, and she held her breath, but then Xander slipped his tongue between her lips, and she was powerless to do anything but exactly what he wanted. Not that she wanted to do anything else. He circled her clit, slow and steady, applying just the right amount of pressure in all the right places. White-hot sensations ricocheted through her, making her mind go blank, leaving her unable to do anything but feel.
His fingers dipped lower, teasing her entrance, and he let out a throaty groan. “Fuck, Ky. So wet and hot.”
Her body jerked against his hand. He dragged his finger back up her folds. His touch was diabolical, torturous, and oh so perfect. Her breaths turned to pants, and she dug her fingernails into his biceps.
“Xander,” she gasped, rocking against his hand and rolling her hips, desperate for more.
He grunted, his stomach and thighs tensing beneath her. She reached between them and fumbled with the button on his jeans. Quicker than she could get his zipper down, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “Don’t,” he said, his eyes darker than a stormy sky.
“But I want to touch you, too.”
“Not this time, sweetheart.” He gave a quick shake of his head, as if that would somehow appease her. He should know her better than that by now.
She pouted. “Please?”
“If you so much as look at my cock like you want it, I’ll fucking explode. There’s no way I’ll survive you touching me. Not yet.” His voice was tight, his breath ragged.
Whatever argument she planned to make was quickly forgotten when he traced her lips with his tongue as his fingers traced her opening.
Her hips moved in sync with his fingers gliding up and down her folds, her body seeming to have taken on a life of its own. His cock jerked beneath her, and she bore down, his hard length giving her the pressure she needed down there while his fingers worked her clit. “Oh God,” she panted. “Yes.”
“Kylie, honey, please…”
Her ears rang, making it impossible for her to hear what he was saying. She clutched his face and crushed her mouth to his, whimpering against his lips. The sensations pouring over her were too much. She could barely think, and she never wanted to stop moving on him, feeling his erection nestled between her thighs. Her vision blurred, and the room started to spin. She tried to focus on kissing him, on the feel of him holding her, on the pleasurable pain in her thighs from being spread across his lap. But the more he touched her, the more difficult it became. Her legs tingled, her face went numb, and every muscle in her body tensed. Pressure built inside her until, suddenly, it released. His hand stilled, cupping her sex. She writhed and squeezed her legs closed as she rode the unfamiliar waves of pleasure, crying out his name.
