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What she couldn’t cover with her mouth, she used her hand for. The slow, steady rhythm of her strokes and licks was driving me almost to insanity. I wanted nothing more than to spill down her elegant throat, but I wasn’t ready for the pleasure to end just yet.
She paused and dragged her gaze over me, from my stiff rod to my face.
That look slayed me.
“Fucking sexy,” she declared, and then she enveloped me in her mouth again.
My hand settled on her head and she moved along to my encouragement, seeming to get even more into it with the contact. In and out, deeper and deeper. My legs were shaking now. What she was unleashing on my dick was nothing short of a frenzy, a complete fucking oblivion of pleasure.
Finally, she took me deep into her throat, cupped my balls, and I let loose. Spasming into her mouth, all I could think was – fuck yes – and then it was over and I was stroking her as she sucked ever last drop from me.
She smiled up at me, and I reached down at her, for my real thank you. She stopped me again, though.
“That was for you,” she said.
I would’ve argued, only sleep was already overtaking me.
21
Naomi
I knew why I couldn’t fall asleep.
It wasn’t because I wasn’t exhausted; I was.
It wasn’t because my parents still hadn’t called or texted.
It wasn’t even because of how good it felt to be in Xander’s arms like this, like I was wrapped in my own personal adoring furnace.
I knew why I couldn’t fall asleep, but that didn’t mean I had to lie here with my throat parched either.
As I got up, Xander stirred, one eye shifting, beginning to open.
“Where are you going?” he murmured as I walked to the door.
“Water. Want some?”
He flung up a thumbs-up, and I grinned.
“Wait,” he rasped, once I was almost through the door. A glance back found two thumbs-up. I giggled. Guess he was really thirsty too.
In the fridge, the Brita was full, and I got two cups. When I brought them back in the room, Xander was propped up, his eyes a bit more open.
He started laughing.
“What?” I asked.
He motioned to the full Britta. “You look like a really sexy naked waitress.”
I laughed and crawled into bed, pouring us each a glass and handing him his.
Although once we got to drinking our waters, we didn’t do much else. I waited for him to say something, and maybe, he waited me for me to say something. Or maybe he didn’t have anything to say.
No, we just drank from our waters until there was none left, while I wondered what the hell I was going to do now.
Maybe I would’ve nodded off if I’d known what to do about us. How was I supposed to sleep when I was wrapped in the arms of a giant sexy question mark?
Finally, I just said it: “What do you want to do?”
Xander let my question hang, let it grow and swell and fill the air until there was nothing left but it.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“I don’t know. We can still go through with everything with your family, if you want us to. Just because I told my family doesn’t mean yours has to know too. It’s only another week or so of this anyway.”
“Maybe,” he said, but he didn’t sound convinced. “I just, I’m sorry about how this screwed up things with your family. That was never my intention.”
“I don’t think intention had much to do with this.” I said. Suddenly and irrationally furious. “You still didn’t answer me what do you want to do?”
22
Xander
There was only one answer, the same as before.
As my lips pressed to hers, it felt like a cop-out – because it was.
“I want to do this,” I said between kisses, hoping she wouldn’t protest.
Because, as I fed on her – I was doing it because it was true, because I did want this, want her, always. But I was also doing it because I didn’t want to answer her just yet.
Although, as my lips twisted on hers, and my body pinned hers down and I slipped into her, both of us sighing with it, it became clear. It wasn’t working.
Because, with every stroke deeper inside of her, with every new stab into that perfect fit, I became surer.
“I want this,” I groaned, but I meant more than that.
“This,” Naomi murmured, her eyes half-lidded, the smile leftover, developing further as I fucked her senseless.
This was no savoring fuck this time; this was pure passion, pure driving need.
“This,” I said as I drilled into her with everything I had.
And, as she began to spasm on me, I said it again, “I want this, Naomi.”
As she came on my cock, and her eyes fluttered open to fix me with another slaying look, that feeling ran away from me, bypassed my brain.
