Page 116 of Xander
I clenched.
I moaned.
I groaned.
And seconds later, he followed me straight into the abyss with his face buried into the side of my neck.
But he wasn’t through with me, oh no, not by a long shot, and I knew that when he removed his face from my neck, not even breathing that hard, and said, “That was round one.”
I giggled, “And how many rounds are we going tonight?”
He winked, “As many as you can take.”
And as he pulled my bra from my body, and then removed my panties with his teeth, we were on round two.
Round three consisted of me riding him.
I was coming up and twisting my hips as I dropped back down on his length.
His fingers were digging into my hip, while his other hand was at my pussy, his thumb circling my clit.
And then when I caught his gaze, and felt him tightening inside of me, I allowed myself to follow him over the edge.
Round four consisted of cleaning up in the shower; it really was an amazing place to make love.
And round five was started as I bent over to dry my legs.
Seeing his face in the mirror, his eyes watching mine, I came so hard that it was a wonder I could even still move at this point. And with that thought, I said, “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
At my words, he chuckled as he pulled out of me, cleaned up, then wet a washcloth and did the same for me, tossing it in the hamper, and then gathering me up in his arms.
“Good thing I’ve got these arms that were made for you. I’ll carry you anywhere you want to go.”
My entire body softened at his words as he carried me to our bed, and ever so softly, he laid me down, like I was the most treasured thing to him.
I was curled into his side when a sudden thought occurred to me, “So... did the cameras pick the brothers up?”
He winked, “Oh yeah.”
Then he tagged his phone, opened the app, and pulled up the video of the brothers, all of them, placing candles on the walkway and lighting them.
“Whose idea was this again?” Wolf asked.
Kettle answered him, “Soraya. Said it seemed romantic.”
Wolf chuckled, “We’re taking ideas from a ten-year-old now?”
At that, Kettle froze mid-bend to light a candle.
Then his head slowly twisted, “Come again?”
At those words, I watched Wolf take a step back, but it was Grimm who walked by him and punched him in the side of the head.
He dropped like a brick.
I giggled.
Xander scoffed.
