my Christ, I finally experienced an orgasm.
Multiple times.
Xander guided me on what to do. Helped me explore and learn what would feel good for me. He used his hands and his tongue, and oh my, oh my, oh my! I’ve never screamed any name in my life as I did his. Apparently, that is what I do when I crash over the edge into a bliss my body has never known.
Xander felt it, too. I was fully expecting—from what I’ve read in magazine articles—that we might reach orgasm separately. That what might send me to that place of unparalleled bliss might be different for him.
But it wasn’t that way for us.
I took him right along with me that first time.
And it was the same the second time, when he went all alpha male, swooping me up, pinning me against a wall, and taking me to that amazing place of sheer ecstasy that left my heart pounding and my legs shaking and me crying out his name over and over.
Now we’re entwined naked on his sofa, a blanket thrown over the top of us, and Xander is trailing his fingers through my hair as we cuddle.
And this is equally exciting to me, this closeness that we are sharing right now. How we still need to touch each other, be skin on skin, and talk and kiss and share another kind of intimacy now that sex is over.
Xander chuckles at my comment, the sound reverberating through me as he does. I smile into his warm body, revelling in how his skin smells of his aftershave and musk, how I have this scent imprinted not only on my skin but also in my head. This is his scent, that of Xander Wales, primal and masculine and alpha, the scent of the man who made love to me so passionately this evening. It’s something I know because of our intimacy, and that thought sends a shiver of pleasure rippling through me.
“Your third sexual partner was the charm,” Xander quips.
I roll over, so I’m on top of him. His arms move to my back, stroking it, and I treasure every touch, every caress, from this beautiful man who opened a whole new world to me.
“Never, ever, ever, ever have I felt so good,” I say passionately, staring into his eyes. “Sex is amazing. I can’t wait to do that again! I had no idea it could be like that. None! How do people not do this all the time?”
A huge grin lights up his face, and my heart leaps with joy at the sight of it.
“Well, nothing would ever get done if we all shagged like rabbits all day long,” he quips.
I laugh. “True. But you’ve unleashed a sleeping dragon,” I say, dropping a kiss on the bridge of his nose. “I might be insatiable now.”
He laughs loudly. “May I write this down and hold you to it?”
“You may,” I say happily.
“Are you hungry?” Xander asks, moving one of his hands to my hair again.
I raise my brows. “For you? Absolutely.”
Xander grins. “Good to know, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I was talking about food. All we’ve had is Scotch and sex tonight. You must be starving.”
“Scotch and sex are all I need this evening,” I say, brushing my fingertips over his lush mouth.
Xander kisses my fingertips, then rolls me so I’m on my side, and we’re facing each other. He pulls me into his body, his hand caressing my shoulder as he drops another gentle kiss on the top of my head.
“My kind of woman,” he murmurs, his eyes flickering with mischief.
I hope so, I think. Because now? After sharing this evening with him? After that raw and real conversation we had where we bared our souls and secrets? After making love the way we did? So intimately, so passionately, so full of complete trust and vulnerability?
I can’t imagine being with anyone but Xander.
“We should eat at some point,” Xander says, interrupting my thoughts. “But I’m not ready for that yet.”
“You’re not hungry?” I ask, running my hand along the side of his face. I swear, his stubble has grown thicker since I arrived earlier this evening.
“I am, but I’m not ready to let you out of my arms yet,” he replies.
I look into his eyes. I see nothing but tenderness and affection shining back at me.
“No?” I ask, my heart filling with emotion again.
“No. You see, we both did something new tonight. You enjoyed sex. And I’m enjoying this bit