Curvy Valentine Match

“Mara,” he groaned against my mouth. “I really have missed you.”

“I know,” I smiled because I did know. Xander kissed like he missed me, like kissing me was his every wish come true. I knew it with certainty, because that’s exactly how I kissed him, as if he meant everything to me. At one time he had been my whole world, and somehow, his magic kisses transported me back to that time when I let myself go around him, when I leaned into him, confident he would hold me, that he would catch me if I fell.

I leaned into him like that now, too consumed with him to think about anything as important as protecting myself, only concerned about the shivers his hands produced, the way his hard body pressed against mine. He only made me want to get closer. He gripped my ass and lifted me up, growling with pleasure as I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground against the rigid length behind his zipper.

“Mara,” he growled as his feet began to move towards the living room. “Slow down.”

I couldn’t. If I slowed down I might start to think, might start to remember why this was all a bad idea. Right now, I didn’t want to remember, I wanted to indulge. I wanted to give in to the heat coursing through my veins. So I did. “No,” I whispered in his ear and bit down on the lobe. “Speed up,” I challenged him and licked a path of heat across his collarbone.

In response, Xander dropped down on the sofa with me right on top of him and I smiled, taking advantage of the position to grind back and forth against his erection. My lips found his again, as if it was like the path home, you just never forgot it. While I devoured his mouth, Xander’s hand slid up my shirt until he found my nipples, hard and straining against the fabric of my bra and pinched. Hard.

“Ah,” I moaned and threw my head back, giving him the perfect opportunity to remove my shirt. And my bra.

“Still the best set of tits in the world.” He grinned and leaned forward, wrapping his mouth around one stiff peak while his hand worked the other until I was a moaning, panting mess as I bucked against him, sending my arousal into the stratosphere.

This is happening. That was the only thought I could muster, aside from pleasure, as I curled my fingers into his hair and arched into him, silently begging for more. “Xander.” The word slipped out on a moan and he growled, flipping our positions before I even realized what was happening, sinking his denim covered cock between my thighs. “Yes.”

“Mara, I need you.” The words came out on a dark growl as his fingers make quick work of my button and the zipper, yanking the jeans down my hips until I was on the sofa in nothing but a pair of black panties. “Black. Sexy.” He ran one finger over my swollen, slick pussy and I bucked into his touch.

“Xander, please.”

“Mara, tell me you want this too.”

It felt like too much of an effort to speak coherently in this moment, but I knew he needed to know I wanted this too, so I grabbed his hand and licked his middle finger before sliding it in my panties, putting it right where I needed it.

“I want this,” I panted when he sank that long thick finger into my core. “I want you.”

His finger disappeared just long enough to grab one side of my panties and yanked on them until the fabric tore away with a loud ripping sound. “Better,” he growled and slid that same finger between my folds, teasing me while I squirmed and writhed under his touch. “So much fucking better,” he growled before he put his mouth on me. His tongue and his lips and his teeth worked as a perfect team to torture me with pleasure, to give me everything my body silently asked for and then a little more.

But not enough. “Xander,” I groaned impatiently.

“Yes, Mara?”

I looked up at his smirking face and fell back against the sofa. “Stop teasing me.”

“Not teasing. Enjoying.” His tongue drew figures around my clit and dipped inside my wet heat, fucking me until my body began to shake before slipping out again to draw figure eights around my clit.

He growled when I gripped his hair tight and ground against his mouth, the vibrations exactly what I needed to unleash my orgasm. “Oh. Yeah.”

“So impatient,” he teased and gave me another slow lick that prolonged my pleasure.

“That’s a testament to your skills,” I teased right back because, holy hell, that was a powerful orgasm.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he said and stood, shucking off his pants and boxers to reveal an erection even more impressive than I remembered.