PART 7 - Wake up and make Love
Xander slid between the warm sheets and snuggled up to Anya.
"Hi Xan," she murmured not really awake.
He kissed her cheek. "Shh, go back to sleep, Ahn."
She wriggled against him sleepily, just seeking to be close to him, but
when she felt his hardness pressing against her thigh, her breath quickened.
"Hmm, feels good," she murmured suggestively, her speech still
slightly slurred. She gave him a playful nudge, rubbing her tight and nicely
rounded backside against him. Xander nudged back, knowing it wouldn't take her
long to become fully awake. She was so nice and soft, all relaxed and warm.
Beautiful. He began to cover her neck and shoulders with kisses.
Anya turned around and smiled. She pressed her abdomen against his
erection, rubbing and teasing, eliciting a moan from her fiancé. Xander cupped
her face and covered her mouth with kisses. Not the wild crushing kind, but
tiny nibble-y ones. She responded just as tenderly. He let his hand run
downwards, along her slender throat, down to her beautiful firm breasts,
brushing her sensitive nipple with his thumb until it was hard like a pebble.
Anya's warm hand travelled down to take hold of his hot shaft. She ran
her thumb over the silky head, collecting the pre-cum from its tip, slowly
rubbing it in, making it all slick and moist. She knew him so well. Every
movement of her nimble fingers was just right. Perfect.
She was so beautiful. Her skin was warm and soft and she always smelled
nice, thanks to her outrageously large collection of body lotions and perfumes.
Right now he detected a mixture of peaches, vanilla, and something flowery.
His fingers wandered south, tickling her flat stomach, drawing a few
circles round her bellybutton and down to her soft warm center. She was already
moist. He slowly eased his index finger into the hot opening, picking up some
of her juices and slid out again, to coat her clitoris with it. She spread her
legs slightly, allowing him better access. He began to caress her clit,
circling it, teasing it. He knew her body as well as she knew his.
He leaned over her and began to kiss her breast. Her hand was still
stroking him, but now she gave him a little pull, which he rightly interpreted
as an invitation. He positioned himself between her legs and she guided the
sensitive tip of his cock to her hot and moist entrance. He began to tease her,
pressing against her rhythmically, but never quite entering her. He knew this
made her crazy. "Oh, Xander, yes,"
Anya whispered hoarsely. "I want to feel you inside me." Words
that never failed to send a delicious tingle to his balls. He withheld himself
for three or four more seconds, but then he pushed and as he lowered himself on
her he slowly, very slowly entered her tight hole, filling her with his
hardness.
They both inhaled sharply. For a moment they just looked at each other,
feeling the pulsing of their heartbeats as one. "Ahn," Xander said.
Just her name. She smiled. He pulled back as far as possible and then pushed
into her again, harder this time. Then he began to move, picking up a regular
rhythm. She spread her legs even further, and dug her heels into his buttocks,
trying to take his length in even deeper. "Yes, yes, " she moaned,
when his thrusts pushed her further and further towards the edge. "Oh
baby," he murmured, "you're so tight... come on baby, come
on..." He could feel the tension building in his balls and knew he was
close, very close.
"Xan... do it, yes, screw me, fuck me, love me," she moaned
huskily, knowing that he loved it when she talked dirty. He groaned but he
couldn't hold it any longer. He picked up speed, and thrust into her, wild and
hard. He noticed that his last thrusts had pushed Anya over the edge too,
because he could feel her sheath contracting around his cock. He shuddered and
came, calling her name, shooting his cum into her.
They kissed, breathlessly. Then, when their heartbeats had slowed down
again, they wiped off most of their juices with a tissue. They embraced and
cuddled, whispering endearments, and exchanged butterfly kisses, but their
passion was spent, and they happily fell asleep in each others arms.