Page 57 of Pretend You're Mine
The elevator was empty. Xander pressed an unmarked button.
“Xander,” I said. “Where are you taking me?”
“Oh,” he said nonchalantly. “Just a private balcony where I’m going to ravish you.”
“Seriously,” I said, watching as the lit-up numbers flickered past.
“Seriously,” he said.
The elevator doors opened and I saw that ‘seriously’ definitely didn’t cover it.
No with how the balcony’s floor was thick with rose petals and a quick look around found that it was high up with no nearby windows in sight – as private as could be.
“And now, I’m going to fuck you,” Xander hissed in my ear, his arm hooked around my waist.
Next second, his tongue was parting my lips. His hands worked over my dress, as though his touch was creating it. Each curve he squeezed all the way down until his lips were massaging mine, his hands my ass.
“Xander,” I murmured, enjoying the taste of his name on my lips.
“What is it, girlfriend?” he asked, pulling back and taking my lip partway with him.
“So now I’ve been demoted?” I joked.
The way Xander was looking at me was as good as a stroke. His pressed a couple fingers to my lips. “Stop.”
They pressed into my lips. “You know how crazy I am about you.”
And then he took my face and brought it to his. Now, there was nothing savoring about the way his hands were gliding over me – this was pure want, speed. His caressing of my thighs had me buckling into him.
Xander steadied me with just a hand. Then, a devilish smile. “Here, let me help you with that.”
He laid me on the petal-covered ground, the petals themselves a soft smoothness. And then, his fingers twined under my dress, pressing into my pussy.
As I groaned, another smile flickered over his face.
“You are wearing entirely too many clothes,” he growled, pulling off my dress.
I could only blink at him, stunned, as he kneeled beside me, his eyes feasting on my fresh nakedness. Straining up, my lips caught his and that was it. Lip twisted on lip as his body settled on top of me. Together, we unzipped his pants, pulled down his briefs. And then… there he was.
The long hardness that had pleasured me more than anything in this world time and time again.
As he entered me, pleasure sang through all of me.
I moaned, and Xander smiled down at me. “That’s more like it.”
As he repeated the motion, going in deeper, another grateful spasm went through me. This was going to be a fuck to remember, I could tell already.
Xander varied his thrusts, each one aimed to bring maximum pleasure. Slow and savoring, fast and merciless, every time my body grew accustomed to what he was doing, he switched it up, sending me into delicious ecstasy once more. On and on he fucked me. I came once, twice, again.
We kissed and moved from one position to the next, from missionary to doggy to cowgirl back to missionary again.
Until Xander was on top of me, and I could see it in his face, see what he wanted to say, had been wanting to say for some time.
As he stabbed into me the hardest and deepest yet, and our entire bodies clasped onto each other’s desperately, my gaze bore into his, and I said, “Say it.”
A muscle in Xander’s jaw flexed. I clasped at his cock with my pussy. “Say it.”
He tried to twist his giveaway face away, but I wrenched it back, so it was facing me. “Say it.”
And finally, face red, eyes adoring slits, Xander burst out, “I love you.”
We stared at each other then for what felt like an eternity, our bodies still clasping each other.
I broke the silence. “I love you too.”
Like a button had been pressed, Xander jerked to life. His cock was a wonder, slamming into me, sweeping me into pleasured shivers. My legs were out of my control, knocking into each other.
And, finally, as Xander lost control and his cock pulsed in me and he came, he raised his head to the Heavens and yelled, “I love you, Naomi Peterson!”
Epilogue
One Year Later – Naomi
Why wouldn’t he tell me what was up?
Today was our wedding day for God’s sake, and Xander was keeping something from me. I could see it in the way his smile didn’t quite make it to his eyes. But he wouldn’t tell me. Maybe it had something to do with Christmas, which was in a few days.
“Just enjoy our wedding, woman,” he said now, at the door about to leave.
“I’m trying,” I said, getting up and putting on a bath robe. “Maybe if you left and let me get changed so I’m ready on time, then I may actually have a chance of enjoying it.”
“See ya,” Xander leaned in for a kiss and then he was gone.
I’d hardly gotten downstairs and sipped my coffee when Teren, my mom, Melanie, Jessica, and a whole troupe of others were ringing the doorbell.
