Page 26 of Wicked Lies Grow Wildflowers
“So don’t be, you can take me however you need to.”
His last thread of restraint snaps when the last syllable of permission leaves my swollen lips and he’s back on me in an instant, hands roaming from my chest, down my navel, and into my panties, meeting my slick core. I gasp when he makes contact, running his finger up and down my entrance, teasing me. I thrust my hips up to meet his touch, needing him inside of me so badly it hurts.
“So wet for me, Maeren, such a good girl,” he praises.
I let out a loud moan when his mouth makes contact with my nipple through the lace of my bra, and I arch into him. Everything feels so euphoric and I already know I’m never going to recover from him. Finally, he inserts two fingers, stretching me wide. I feel so full as he pumps them steadily in and out, using his thumb to work my throbbing clit. I feel my climax building already and I’m unable to hold it back. “Xander, Xander please I—I’m going to…” my words fail me as I teeter right on the edge.
“Come? Not yet, baby. You’ve already come on my fingers and mouth once. This time I want you coming on my cock.” And at that he removes his fingers, leaving me panting and empty as I descend the precipice of my impending orgasm.
He sits me up and removes my bra before sliding my panties off. “You’re so fucking perfect, Wildflower,” his words are husky and breathless.
Xander undoes his belt and slides his pants and boxers down. My mouth goes dry when I finally see every inch I’ve been fantasizing about. He felt big through his clothes, sure, but I wasn’t quite prepared for seeing him bare. My mouth waters at the sight of him as he fists his cock, pumping himself.
“Condom. We need a condom.” I crawl across the bed to my nightstand and grab one, thanking myself for being so proactive and having them on hand already. Xander reaches out to take it from me, peels the foil back with his teeth and rolls it on. He climbs over me once more and asks, “Are you sure, Maeren? Because once we do this, you’re mine. I’ve said that before, but now there’s no going back. I’m claiming you completely and I mean that.”
At this point, I think I’d give him my soul if he asked. “Yes, yes I’m sure,” I nod my head rapidly, not wanting to wait a second more for the release I know he’ll give me.
Xander then runs the head of his cock over my entrance, teasing me. The slow torture is driving me crazy as I cling to his biceps and try to roll my hips to meet his lazy thrusts. “Please, please, I need you, don’t make me wait any longer,” I beg between kisses.
Xander lines up, inching just the head of his cock inside of me before locking his gaze with mine. I nod one last time and then he slams into me with one torturous and brutal thrust that knocks the air from my lungs, filling me with every thick inch of him. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire, and I tryto breathe through how full and stretched I feel. I moan into his mouth, and he sets a hard and steady pace, rolling his hips into mine and grinding against me, the friction on my clit making me delirious.
I wrap my legs around him and hold him tight, not wanting a single inch of space between us. Here I feel safe, here I feel wanted—important even—and I never want these feelings to end. He moves a hand to my clit and strokes me to the rhythm of his thrusts. I can feel a new orgasm creeping closer, the friction of his hips, the drive of his cock, the flick of his finger, and the scrape of his chest against my hardened nipples become too much to bear.
“Xander…” I moan out.
“My name has never sounded sweeter than on your lips,” he grunts.
“Xander I— I—Oh God!”I scream as I tumble over the edge, my body on fire as every muscle in my body contracts around him.
“That’s right, baby, milk my cock with your sweet pussy.” His pace picks up and he fucks me harder, I cry out as the feeling becomes too much to handle. He lets out a long groan and his lips meet mine as his cock twitches inside of me. He slows down his thrusts, dragging out his orgasm before finally stilling.
“Fuck,” is all he says for a moment. Both of us are breathless and sticky with sweat.
“Yeah. Fuck,” I laugh out, meeting his gaze as he claims my mouth in a chaste kiss one final time before pulling out of me.
He pulls my body against his and holds me, and I think I could die in this comfort and not care at all. I’ve never felt so much connection to someone after sex before, and though I’ve not had much experience, it’s usually wrapped up quickly with clothes thrown back on and carrying through with the day like nothing happened. This is different, and it’s nice.
We lay there together for a while and he threads his fingers through my hair, sending chills straight to my toes. He kisses my shoulder and moves to get up. “Are you leaving?” I ask, trying not to sound disappointed.
“I don’t have to, not if you want me to stay,” he replies as he pulls his clothes back on.
“You’re not obligated to stay.” I look away as I continue, “But it would be nice if you did.” I’m blushing now, because admitting that feels important, more intimate than the sex itself.
“I’d love to,” he smiles and twirls a piece of my hair around his finger.
I’m utterly relieved as I sigh out, “Okay, good.”
And soon we are falling over the edge together again.
CHAPTER TWENTY
XANDER
Sunlight streamsthrough the window as Maeren sleeps in my arms. I inhale the coconut scent of her hair, noting the arm I have wrapped around her possessively, my palm against her stomach. I’ve never held a woman like this before. I’ve never spent the night at all because I couldn't care less for pillow talk, let alone this level of affection. But I find myself wishing I could wake up like this every single day for the rest of my life. A dangerous thought. I let myself daydream for a minute as I caress her shoulder with my free arm, causing her to stir. She turns to face me and smiles, sending a pulse straight to my cock, but I know neither one of us can handle another round after last night.
“Good morning,” she yawns sleepily.
“Good morning.” I press a kiss to the curve of her neck. “Shower? Then breakfast?” I ask as I untangle myself from her before standing and making my way to the bathroom.
