You’re Too Much For Me Too
BLAINE
There was no denying that my attraction toward Xandry was on top of the universe, and I could see in his eyes that he felt the same. He was under my skin since I met him, and yet, I kept pushing him away for being scared of hurting myself again. Now, I was sure I couldn’t or rather wouldn’t push him anymore.
I felt lighter that despite me having a kid, he still wanted more than sex with me—he wanted a relationship. There was nothing wrong with giving myself another chance to be happy, right? Besides, that was a long time ago, and I couldn’t hold grudges against someone who had nothing to do with my miserable past relationship. It’s unfair.
“Sweetheart, what’s in that pretty head of yours?” He stopped kissing my neck, leaning his hands against the back of the door of one of the suites, and caged me in his powerful arms. His eyes bore into mine, still swimming with lust and confusion.
“Nothing, why did you stop?” I was surprised that I could still talk straight despite my brain was full of anticipation and excitement. I could feel the hot wetness flooded between my thighs and I’ve been imagining filthy things between me and Xandry this past couple of days.
“You’re tense. I’m not forcing you into something if you’re not ready. We can take it slow,” he whispered, and I sagged against the door, reaching out to steady myself.
Hearing him said of taking it too slow made me wither like a plant in summer. “I think we passed the taking it slow thingy.”
His eyes lit up, showing me his megawatt smile. “Are you sure?”
“Very. You can’t just stop when I’m so turned on and ready for you,” I chuckled at my bluntness.
We stared at each other for a moment. The tension was filling the space between us made me difficult to hold on to any longer. My thumb traced his plump lower lip and my heart warmed with pride that I was responsible for it.
His tongue darted out to graze my thumb, and I curled my toes at the sensation he caused—it almost made me moan, so deliciously erotic. Damn!
I pulled his head down in one fluid motion, pressing my lips against his. He sighed in relief, and so was I. This is it. This is happening.
Finally.
His lips caressed mine softly, and I opened my mouth willingly as I felt his tongue tracing my bottom lip, then our tongues met, collided, and danced rhythmically with needs and desires. He pulled back and ordered with a thick and hoarse voice. “Take off my clothes.”
This was so hot. When my ex-boyfriend ordered me, it made me flinch, but with Xandry it was like an aphrodisiac, making my body hum and ignite with excitement.
My lips curved into a smile, and I didn’t waste any second. I shrugged off his coat, and he took off my mine. I unbuttoned his shirt while he was busy doing mine.
My body stiffened when his fingers grazed at the white line of my stretch marks on my breast. They were only visible when closed, but it still made me feel insecure.
I shifted my head to the side and looked away because I didn’t want to see the disgusted looked on his face, but to my surprise, Xandry kissed softly each line.
“You’re beautiful, Blaine. And I’m so proud of you,” he mumbled, and I bit my lip when the tears welled in my eyes. Then he dropped to his knees, and I gasped, squeezed my eyes shut, and prepared myself for him to back out, run away, and never look at me again, instead, he undid the button of my jeans, pushed it down, and kept the elastic band of my panties. He pushed it down to my thighs, to my legs, and pulled it off my feet.
He leaned forward, tracing soft kisses on the stretch marks on my stomach, and it made me shudder. “Sweetheart, don’t you ever feel ashamed of this. These are the reminder of how beautiful and good mother you are. I know what you’re thinking when I touched these lines.”
I looked down at him, and my breath caught over when I saw not only the desire in his cerulean blue eyes but the tenderness he felt for me. My tears suddenly fell down my face, making him look confused and panic.
He quickly jerked on his feet, cupped my face, and wiped my tears. “We can stop it now if this is too much for you.” Then kissing my forehead just blew my breath away for his sweet gesture, and I’ve never thought of this sweet side of him.
“You’re always too much for me, Xandry. Too cocky, too forward, too pushy, too hot, too handsome, and now you’re too sweet,” I chuckled with my harsh truthfulness, tracing my fingers on his thick neck, down to his broad chest, running my thumb on the bud of his nipples, and down to his hard abs.
A guttural groan escaped his throat then he smiled sweetly. “Well, you are too much for me too, too much to sink into my brain of how gorgeous you are, too honest about your feelings, take too much of my control not jumping into you of how hot and sexy you are. You broke too much of my rep, sweetheart.”
I dropped to my knees to unlatch his belt, undo the button of his jeans and zip it down. Pulling down his jeans, my eyes widened of how visible his bulge was—it made me swallow hard of how unbelievably I made him turned on.
“You have no idea how badly I want you right now, Blaine.” His voice was almost shaky, but he managed to step out of his jeans.
“Probably as bad as I want you,” I told him honestly. There was no point in lying when the room was filled with lust.
I stood up indecisive. This time I didn’t know what to do next—seemingly, my brain had been plagued with desire over Xandry.
But of course, Xandry was an expert over this and may have had sensed my expression. He cupped the back of my head, crushed his lips on mine, and kissed me with pure hunger and desperation. He shoved his tongue into my mouth without mercy while unclasping my bra and threw it carelessly. Then his hands cupped my warm and heavy breast, clearly wanting his attention.
I stroked his scalp, clutching him closer as we deepened the kiss, moaning, teeth-clashing, tongues colliding, bodies grinding, and it was almost hard to bear. My head swam with pleasure. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life that made my body burn, hotter than the highest boiling point. My inner thighs clenched, aching with needs.
Xandry broke the kiss, and I shuddered involuntarily for the sudden loss of his lips. He kissed, sucked, bit my neck, nibbled, and teased my earlobe causing me to moan desperately.
“Oh, Xandry.” I sucked in a deep breath when his hot mouth found my breast, sucking and pulling my nipple between his teeth. His free hand kneading the other, fingers playing with my nipple.
“I’m—oh, god.” I threw my head back with a soft cry.
His mouth was suddenly gone, leaving me cold and aching. I gasped when he picked me up into his arms and lied me down carefully on the bed. He strolled down his gaze on my exposed body with appreciation.
I eagerly opened my legs apart to welcome him when he crawled up in the bed, hovering over me. He gave me chaste kisses, making me pant as he traveled down to my abdomen then dragged my panties to my thighs, my legs down to my feet, and threw them down the floor. He knelt between my legs, pushed my legs further apart, and straddled me.
I sucked in a breath when I felt his fingers tracing my trimmed curls and to the proof of my arousal on my wet flesh.
“Xandry, I-I want you now, please.” And he quickly glanced up at me, making my face flush.
“Remember when I said I wanted to taste you?” Without bothering for my answer, he added, “now, this is the time, sweetheart.”
While his eyes glued to me, he carefully sank his finger in causing me to let the air out of my lungs, eyes widened, and hips flexed upward.
He pulled out.
“Fuck! You’re so hot, and so tight, Blaine.” He completely lay down on his stomach, my legs on his shoulders, my hands fisted on the sheets, and my eyes squeezed shut because I knew what was going to come next.
My ex never went down on me, and I didn’t get to know how does it feel, but I heard and read that it felt amazing. I couldn’t help but moan out of excitement as I was going to experience it now.
He parted my nether lips gently, and I couldn’t help but felt grateful that somehow he made me feel special. Xandry wasn’t the same person in bed, the way he boldly talked when we first met was too different from who he was right now.
“Oh, God!” I was surprised at the sensation of his scorching tongue licking my center.
“Hush, sweetheart. This room is not soundproof unless you want your family to hear us. You’ll scream as loud as you can when just the two of us.”
“It just… it feels good.” The feeling was so powerful that it made me tremble.
“I know and I’ve just started.” He circled his tongue on my sensitive nub, licking, sucking, then licking again.
I fisted my hands tightly onto the sheet, bit my lip, and squeezed my eyes shut to stifle the moan that was at the tip of my tongue.
“Oh, God.” My hips flew upward as his tongue did his promise that indeed he was just started.
“Shh,” Xandry soothed me gently then back to his deed again. He slowly moved on me, and my head threw back at the pillow, my brain swam with so much pleasure, and my body was hotter, tingled, vibrated, taut, and ready to explode.
My inner walls were clenching, shaking violently as the tension was building down my belly as he continued like he couldn’t get enough of me. One moment he sucked me and licked me harder the second he made it soft, and it made me cry softly in desperation—tears fell at the corner of my eyes.
“Xandry, please?” I pleaded desperately, and he teased me even more. His tongue fluttered at my so sensitive nub, inserted his fingers into me, and thrust slowly then fast until my visions blurred with so much wanting to come.
My knees weakened, my legs trembled, and my body erupted violently. My inner muscles clenched, and my body stiffened momentarily and I let out a bubbly groan.
Now, I know how it feels.
“You know, I’m not done yet, right, sweetheart?” I barely heard and comprehended his words.
“You okay?”
“I’ve no words left to say,” I tell him softly and honestly, looking down at him already fully naked.
His hard, thick, and magnificent manhood sprang forth, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off his pride and glory. God, help me.
Then I blinked and swallowed the bile rising up my throat. My stomach churned sickly when I came back to reality.
The foil of the condom froze as he was about to tear it by his teeth. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?”
I swallowed again. “Um, uh—”
“Blaine, you can tell me if you’re not ready, it’s really okay with me.” It was for him, but not for me, and I badly wanted to return the favor if he didn’t want to continue unsheathed.
“It’s not it, Xandry. I have allergies to latex,” I told him honestly. I should’ve told him before we did this, but I totally forgot when he was so hot and drowning me in his kisses and touch.
“Oh,” that’s all he said, and it worried me because let’s be honest here, he was sexually active, and I, on the other hand, had never had sex for five years.
Seconds ticked by with deafening silence. And It’s killing me.
I looked down at my fingers guiltily. “Yeah, I should’ve told you this before—”
“Do you trust me?” he asked softly, handling a piece of paper on me.
I looked up at him. He had a small hopeful smile on his lips. “I came here ready, not only to have sex with you, but to start a relationship with you, Blaine, and I trust you. I know you’re worried about mysexplorations.”
“Are you sure? I’m on a pill since I stopped breastfeeding.”
“So, that means those are all mine now?” He pointed at my exposed breasts.
I snorted, “Such a baby.”
He threw the condom hurriedly, crawled back to bed, and on top of me. “Just so you know, I never had sex without protection.”
“I completely trust you,” I whispered as he leaned in to kiss me with his hard body pressing down on me.
“I trust you too, Blaine. Completely.” He slowly pressed down his hard length to my center, and I felt my heart was about to burst with warmth and tenderness.
We both groaned as he slowly sank into me. Inch by inch.
Then deeper, and I pushed back my hips to let him in completely. I could now feel awash of tension, desperation, and frustration in us over these weeks. We both sighed deeply in relief, eyes locked together as he was all inside me.
“Fuck! I’ve never been so speechless.” His eyes were dancing with desire. His face was flushed, and we’re both slicked with our sweat, but I couldn’t care less when we were in this so intimate moment.
I craved him. I hungered him. I desired him like I never did to anyone.
Reaching my hands to his taut muscles and back to his soft blond, I pulled him into me and kissed him. He began to move, in and out in a short thrust, then pulling out completely, then thrusting back.
“It feels good—so damn good!” he growled, and I couldn’t help but closed my eyes and felt these feelings that I’ve never felt before.
It was so damn euphoric.
I opened my eyes slowly and found him staring at me intently with such hunger in his eyes causing my heart to falter the rhythm.
“You’re so amazing.”
“So do you.”
He kissed me hungrily—almost painful as he sped up his rhythm, and all I did was wrapped my legs around his waist as our hips thrusting and ground one another—it was wild and monumental, and I never felt like this before.
I broke the kiss and I was breathless as my pending orgasm was about to explode unaware. It felt so good and I never wanted this to end, but my legs trembled, and I’m drained out of energy while Xandry was pounding on me ruthlessly. Each slap of our skin made me cry softly in pleasure.
Pulled. Thrust. Slap. Moan. Groan.
Faster.
“Xandry, I’m gonna—” I whimpered as I wrapped my arms around him unable to let go.
“Almost there,” he grunted, “come for me now, Blaine.” He thrust faster.
I hung onto him as I shuddered in pleasure—so violent that I shattered underneath with ecstasy.
Xandry slammed into me, threw his head back, and screamed. “God!”