Page 19 of Pretend You're Mine
Her other nipple begged for my attention, and I gave it happily. I lapped it taut, swirling my tongue around as my hand went down. If Naomi’s groans were any indication, she was crazy wet. I wanted to find out for sure.
One stroke down, over her firm stomach and full waist and there it was. Her panties were completely soaked through. Naomi wasn’t just wet, she was drenched.
Damn. One deep press into that wet patch and a shudder went through her. Yes, that was it. As much as I was enjoying Naomi’s body, I couldn’t wait any longer. It was time.
Dipping a finger under her panties and into her, had the arms she’d been propped up on giving way. Now her whole pelvis was arched up, her head flung back.
“Xander,” she groaned.
A flashback had me back there, to the first time we’d done this – the sex she’d conveniently forgotten, but that was imprinted in my mind as indelibly as if it had happened earlier today.
“Naomi,” I said. As I saw her totally helpless face, I had to make sure, “Are you sure you want this?”
Her eyes fluttered open so she could stare at me as I finger-fucked her. “Yes, do it.”
I flashed a small, smug smile, feigning obliviousness, “Do what?”
“Xander!” she shrilled.
That was all it took for me to shed the rest of my clothes. I fished a condom from my pocket and rolled it on quickly before gripping her panties in one hand and tearing them off of her. She immediate arched her back, presenting her glistening pussy to me and I happy sunk myself inside of her.
Though we had only been together once, on our wedding night, being back inside of Naomi felt like coming home. Her wet warmth enveloped me, and the feeling was so powerful, I nearly came right there and then. I had to still myself for a moment so that I could make the experience last. Who knew if I’d never get another chance. As I fucked her, nice and slow, I had to grit my teeth. Damn, she felt good. Too good.
The way her hips were pressing into mine with every thrust – how Naomi was fucking me just as much as I was fucking her. Like she didn’t just want me, she needed me. Needed me to fill her and stretch her and bring her such intense pleasure she’d never want to let me go.
And those noises of hers; almost animalistic, purely instinctual.
The moans that spilled from her perfect lips were about to undo me.
And then, seized by a sudden impulse, I took her face in my hands. Already, I could feel my self-control slipping, my orgasm on its way, but I didn’t care.
“Look at me,” I told her.
Her half-lidded eyes gaped at me, her lips parted. I kissed her hard, my tongue pressing in as I pumped into her over and over.
And then, all of her was shuddering. She was wailing into my mouth, but I wasn’t finished yet.
I pulled away and looked down at her. “Open your eyes Naomi,” I said to her.
She obliged, her eyes glassy from her orgasm. I continued to stare down at her as I plunged in again and again. Her fingers closed around my shoulders and her legs tightened around my waist as she began to build to another climax. Her eyes rolled and she almost closed them again, but I stopped her. I wanted her to watch me come inside of her. To know that this part of her was mine now. I couldn’t explain it, I just knew that it had to be that way.
“No, no, baby. Keep your eyes on me,” I growled.
She struggled to keep her eyes open as her orgasm built. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and I came undone. With one great thrust I spilled inside the rubber and her pussy clamped down around my cock, milking it for everything I had.
Afterward, I held her against me and slipped into a deep sleep, unwilling to think about the implications of what we’d just done.
9
Naomi
Mornings were the worst. In those first few seconds of wakefulness, when my eyes were closed, I wondered at the dream I’d just had. Xander taking me out and then us making love again – really fan-fucking-tastic sex at that. Dream on, girlfriend. It was like déjà vu.
Opening my eyes, I saw his imprint on the bed and then felt a dropping sensation in my chest as everything came back to me. Last night’s succulent salmon and the chocolate pudding cake we fed to each other, the feel of the chocolate goodness sliding down my throat, the feel of his lips on mine, his hands around me.
I lay there for a minute, hopeful, and cursing myself for it. There was no sign or sound of Xander from anywhere. He’d gone without a word of goodbye. Checking my phone confirmed it – that jerk really had left without so much as a ‘Got to run, will talk later’.
