Misfit Love

France

"Bonjour mademoiselle, may I take your bags?"

A tall thin man asked, flashing his white smile. Xander's grip tightened around my waist.

"No, thank you. I think I'm capable of taking my bags upstairs." I looked up at Xander and smiled. The man only nodded and walked away.

We were finally in France! I was glowing with excitement. Our grandmother's home was absolutely beautiful. It was more like a castle, very vintage. I adored it.

I lifted my bags from the floor with a slight grunt. Geez, why did I pack so many things? Xander let out a dry chuckle and took them from me.

"Let me." He walked forward, towards the stairs. I huffed and followed behind him. He looked back only to grin slightly at me. He hasn't said much since we've been here. Maybe he's regretting this.. No, shut up. He loves me! He wouldn't abandon me.. Maybe It's just jet lag. Yeah, that's all.. I hope.

As we entered our room, I spotted the bed and smirked to myself. This will do nicely.

"Xander, are you alright?"

He glanced at me, but continued to unpack our things, placing them in drawers and the huge walk-in closet.

I placed my hand on his, he tensed up as his eyes met mine. Woah.

"Xander, what is it? Please talk to me."

He sighed, then grabbed my arms, pushing me against the nearest wall.

Oh my Lord.. What is he doing!

"Roxy," he breathes, sliding the straps of my dress, off my shoulders. His breathing was quick, fairly shallow. I looked up into his blue eyes. I couldn't read them. He slid his hands down my waist, pulling my dress up, revealing my pink lace panties.

He's never been like this; so hesitant. He pulls my dress over my head, throwing it across the room. He lifts me up, and sets me on the beautiful victorian mahogany dresser. He traces his fingers down my chest, to my navel, then to my thighs, leaving goosebumbs on my skin. He shifts his body, so he's between my legs. I can feel his growing bulge against my area. That turns me on to the point that I can't stand it.

I grab his face and pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. His hands trembled, as he struggled to unbutton his pants. What was making him so nervous? It's not like it's our first time. Maybe it was because we haven't done anything since before summer? Gosh, thinking about it, that's a long time. And with that thought, my hands began to shake as well. .He stared down at me, watching my eyes, my mouth, my chest.

"It's been so long since you've let me touch you, Rox.."

"If you wanted to, why didn't you say anything?" I whispered, a bit wounded. He shook his head and moved in closer. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. It was relaxing. I pulled his pants down, watching them drop to the floor. I followed the same motion with his boxers. He sure was ready. He gripped my panties between his hands and ripped a large hole, right at my entrance. So impatient. But then he stopped.

"Not here," he pointed his head in the direction of the bed.

He lifted me off the dresser and carried me to the bed. Gently placing me on the silky sheets , he stood over me, staring at me in awe. I could feel myself start to blush. He smiled then moved his body on top of mine. He gripped my thighs, and moved them apart. I watched him as his body moved between them, I could feel myself relax. He slid himself inside of me, letting out a rather loud groan. It made me want more. The sensation was incredible. Moving at a slow pace, he grabbed my wrists and held them against the bed. He began moving a little faster, but not much. The longer he went at it, the deeper he went. Boy did it feel great when he went deep. Every time he pushed deeper, he hit that one spot, and I could help but let out a squeaking moan.