Someone Like You

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Brea

The waves of pleasure are still coursing through me as he hovers over my body, face glistening with my arousal.

A shiver of neediness rolls over me as I crave more.

Zander pushes off me and gets to his feet. His shirt already came off in the wild making out we were doing before. He unbuckles his pants, and they drop to the floor. My throat goes dry as I survey his tall, hard body, and the thick length of him.

Slowly getting to my knees, I crawl towards him. I slide onto the floor, and take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him, already tasting precum. He hisses as I take him further down my throat. I lick and suck, moving my head in the way I know he likes, and he groans, reaching out to hold the wall for support. He bucks his hips a few times, and suddenly reaches for me, yanking me to my feet.

"Don't finish me yet, Angel. I still haven't felt what it's like to be inside you."

Shoving me backwards, my breath gets trapped in my lungs as he falls on top of me, kissing me roughly across the neck, leaving bites as he does. I arch my back, dripping wet at this point, so desperate to feel him. I move my hand down to his crotch, moving my hand up and down his length.

I'm on fire by the time he positions himself at my entrance, and slams into me with one, big thrust. I moan loudly, my head slamming back into the pillows. My sex stretches deliciously around his long, thick length, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He drives into me hard, and fast, and I dig my nails into his shoulders.

"Fuck," Zander growls in my ear, gripping the bed sheets as he mercilessly drills into me. "This is better than I could have imagined."

"You like this?" I pant.

"I fucking love this, Angel."

A sharp jolt of pleasure zings through me at how he is making me feel, as well as his words. I know to take what is said during sex with a grain of salt, but the way his eyes are staring down at me utterly and completely in adoration, I feel there is certainly some truth to it.

Pulling my legs up, he shoves down hard onto them, and they bend up towards my head. He hits a much deeper angle in this position, and when his thumb skates across my clit, I know I'm a goner. The rise is immediate and intense, and the orgasm crashes through me, and I let out a shriek as it explodes. He lets out a guttural groan as he spills into me, almost at the exact same time.

We sag against each other, and my legs lower. He does a few final thrusts, before pulling out of me slowly. I wince a little, knowing I am definitely going to feel that tomorrow.

Rolling onto his side, we both pant breathlessly up at the ceiling. Holding out his arm, I snuggle into him, and nestle my head on top of his chest.

"Oh my God," I murmur. "It's never felt like that."

"No," Zander replies, sounding equally as breathless. "It hasn't."