Be Mine, Always

Chapter Eight

Xander’s POV~ Eight Years Ago

        Her lips were soft against mine and her body was even softer. 

        Things between me and Melody had become PG-13 and it was hard to keep my hands off her, especially when she was so soft and pliant and when such erotic sounds escaped her throat. Her foot rubbed against my calf, my hips cradled between her soft thighs, and her hands buried in my hair. 

        Melody tasted like watermelon candy and her warm mouth was eager beneath mine. My hands roamed her thighs, teasing the skin exposed by her shorts and the pads of my fingers traced her ribs and I grazed her bra beneath her form fitting tank top. Her breath puffed against my mouth and I devoured the sounds she admitted as I rocked my hips forward into her. 

        My skin was hot from her touch and her greedy hands tugged off my shirt, tossing it to the ground. Encouraged by her reciprocating hips, I unhooked her bra and cupped her breasts in my hands, engulfing the generous swells in my palms. She gasped, her tongue dragging along the roof of my mouth and my lips traced over her collarbone, tasting her sweet skin.

        She smelled like a warm vanilla and the scent caused my bulge against the front of my pants, pressing into her prominently. We hadn’t done much touching below the belt, but I was content to touch her breasts and kiss her everywhere, however she seemed to be ready to take it up a notch. 

        Melody reached her hand into the front of my sweatpants, diving past my boxers to take my warm rod in her grip. I groaned, burying my face in the crook of her neck, my spine tensing with impending release. 

        Jesus fuck, I was going to blow a load and all she’d done was hold my shaft. 

        A soft hummed vibrated through her chest and I squeezed her breasts, swiping my thumbs over her hardening nipples. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered breathlessly, her soft exhale tickling my shoulder. 

        “You’re doing so good, baby. Just stroke it.” My voice came out guttural and raw from trying to hold myself back, it would be embarrassing to climax in her hand when she hadn’t even started moving yet. I hadn't done this either. In fact I'd never done more than kiss a girl.

        She pressed chaste kisses over my shoulder and up my neck until she got to the sensitive skin beneath my ear, her straight teeth scraping over my lobe. My hips jerked of their own accord as she gripped my shaft in her slender hand and started working it up and down, Melody swiped her thumb over my tip and I could feel the veins in my shaft throb. 

        Encouraged by my groans and my ever jerking hips, she stroked me faster and I gave up, burying my face in her cleavage, still holding onto the swells beneath her top, pumping myself into her hand. She squeezed and pressed the pad of her thumb into the slit and I groaned one more time before I spilled into her hand, panting. 

        She wiped her hand on my discarded shirt, and grinned at me as she cradled me against her breasts. Her nails scraped soothingly over my scalp. “You’re good at that,” I said. Biggest. Fucking. Understatement. 

        She giggled, her hand smoothing between my shoulder blades and her thighs rubbed against my hips. “I read a lot of erotica.” 

        I chuckled and pressed a kiss in the center of her chest. “No shit?” 

        We both burst out laughing and I rolled us on our sides, pulling her leg over my hip and wrapped my arms around her thin waist, sliding my hand into her thick hair. She slid her arms around my neck and pecked the tip of my nose before nuzzling my face. “Thanks for having me over, it’s been a while.”