EMMA
Xander set me down gently, propping me up against the headboard. Somehow he had already taken off my nightdress and I was left in my panties which were soaked through.
A blush crept up my cheeks when I looked down and saw how wet I was. I brought my thighs together.
"No," Xander whispered, his throat working as he pushed them apart again. "I want to see... I've imagined staring at you there so many times."
He was kneeling on the bed in front of me, his clothes in disarray, his cock stretching the front of his pants and pulsing in time with his heartbeat. He was staring at me with hungry eyes, like I was the only woman in his world, and in that moment, I believed it.
I had wanted a distraction and this moment here with Xander was definitely it. The bed creaked under his weight as he crawled towards me. His hands gripped my shoulder, dragging me closer as he slammed his lips against mine.
