Page 115 of Xander
The way his hands roamed over my body after he carefully set me down on my heel-covered feet.
And I definitely recalled the way his lips skimmed a trail up and down each leg as he removed my heels.
I had forgone the whole garter thing because that would piss Xander way the hell off.
What I hadn’t forgotten was something sexy underneath my wedding dress.
And when Xander helped me out of my dress after I helped him out of his black button-up shirt, dark-washed jeans, and his boots, I heard him inhale a sharp breath.
That was either thanks to the deep red lacy bra and panty set, or the tattoo I had done.
And when his fingers trailed over my left shoulder, I knew why.
Then I heard him whisper, “Nola.”
I smiled.
On my left shoulder blade, I had a trail of tiny stars moving to a bigger one.
And in that star, the tattoo artist had done a tribal work of sorts to get the lines to spell out Xander’s name.
“I didn’t know that the reason I’m fascinated with the stars in the sky was because I was looking for my very own star. And I found it. In. You.”
At my words, everything seemed to freeze in place.
And then... as if in slow motion that started to speed up with every breath, Xander spun me around, took in my eyes, and then his mouth was on mine.
His hands roamed over my body until they reached my ass, and then he lifted me up.
My legs wrapped around his hips as he carried me to our bed.
My back met the mattress, his lips stayed on mine, his fingers moved to my panties, shoving the material to the side, then his mouth lifted from mine, as I opened my eyes, just in time to hear him say, “I can’t wait. Need you. Now.”
I panted, “Take me.”
And then... he slammed his glorious length into me.
My pussy stretched to accommodate him, and I moaned when he filled me so full, it was pure ecstasy.
Normally, he stayed still for a brief moment as he let the feel of his cock inside of me roll over him, but not this time.
Oh no.
With a frenzied pace, he pulled out and slammed into me.
Over.
And.
Over.
He was slamming so hard into me that my tits were bouncing with the thrusts, and the headboard was banging into the wall.
His eyes stayed on mine as he whispered, “Stars are wincing tonight.”
At his words, in a sudden rush, I exploded.
I tightened.
