The Broken Mirror {COMPLETED}

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

I slowly arch my back on Xavier's bed and rest the side of my head on his pillows. Xavier places his hands on my hips, feeling his hips pressed against my ass. His erection rubbing against me. With anticipation, I grind on him and he groans. He leans forward, pressing his chest against my back, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck and back.

"Xavier," I say breathlessly. I feel him slide inside of me and I gasp in delight. He lets out a deep sigh. He begins to slowly thrust into me, and I feel this overwhelming pleasure take over my body.

My body feels like it's on fire from his touch and our bodies become slick with sweat. I push back against him. I grip the pillow my head rests on and bury my face in it, trying to stifle a scream. I feel him lean forward.

"Just let it out," he says sounding out of breath. He begins to speed up, and I can't hold it in anymore and I let out the scream I've been trying to hold in. The pleasure takes over. His movements while in rhythm; become more ferocious. I match his speed and my body responds as it climbs towards the mountain top. We both tense up and he wraps his arms around my waist, while he lets out a deep growl. My knees give out and I collapse onto his bed, with him on top of me.

We both laugh for a minute, sweaty. He kisses me quick and then gets out of the bed to take off the condom. I sit up in the bed, reclining on his headboard, not trying to cover up. He walks back and hops in the bed. He walks back to the bed and hops on. He rests his head on my belly and kisses the scar that's there.

"You hungry?" He asks looking up at me.

"For food or you?"

"We can do round two after breakfast," he answers.

"Is it round two or four?"

"It's round two, since it's a new day," he gets out of the bed and throws on one of his hoodies at me and it lands on my head.

"Hey!" He just laughs while throwing on an undershirt and basketball shorts. I am swimming in his hoodie. Which I find impressive since I am five feet and nine inches tall, and not the most petite girl. I walk over to him and kiss him.

"Breakfast."

"You are breakfast." The two of us have been like this for the last two weeks. I only go home to get changes of clothes, much to my grandmother's displeasure. I hold his hand while I lead him to the kitchen. I hear music blasting from the kitchen.

"I've got the stuff that you want. I've got the thing that you need. I've got more than enough. To make you drop to your knees," I hear Gabrielle singing very loudly to Queen of the Night by Whitney Houston. We enter the kitchen and she's at the stove flipping pancakes dancing. Ethan is sitting at the table on his phone pretending his sister isn't doing what she's doing. He's used to it.

"Playing your mom's playlist again?" I ask her. I let go of Xavier's hand and go over to her and join her dancing. She uses the spatula as a mic.

"It's not a Saturday morning without my mom's playlist," Ethan yells over the music. Both guys used to us acting crazy in the kitchen while we fix breakfast.

"Had to drown out you two lovebirds!" Gabrielle yells. I feel my cheeks get hot.

"Blame X!" I yell back. He just laughs as he grabs coffee mugs out of the cabinet, fixing coffee. I go into their refrigerator and grab a carton of eggs and start helping to fix breakfast. Ethan is the only one banned from breakfast duty, after he burnt breakfast one morning.