The moment he teases it between his fingers, I’m a goner.
Complete and utter goner.
I scream his name as I come undone around his tongue. My breathing is harsh and fast as he licks my sensitive folds one more time.
When his face reappears from between my legs, he’s grinning so wide that his dimples form deep creases in his cheeks.
He darts his tongue out and licks me off his lips, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes me.
Oh, God.
That will never get old.
Since we started living together when we started college three years ago, Xander always wakes me up this way or with his dick deep inside me. Bottom line, he always wakes me up with an orgasm and those mischievous dimples.
I try to wake him with my lips around his cock, but that doesn’t happen too often. One, he’s always up first, and two, he usually doesn’t like it when I take away his ‘morning fun’ as he calls it.
; “Morning, beautiful.” He climbs my body with slow, sloppy kisses up my belly.
I stopped my life-draining diet two years ago. It took too much to make that decision, so as soon as I began to keep my food in, I decided to adopt a healthy lifestyle but without starving myself.
Xander became my personal trainer for runs, and I might have wanted to kill him at the beginning for all the long jogs we did, but then I started to look forward to them. And, okay, the way he looked in his running clothes might have helped a bit. Fine, a lot.
He’s just delicious, and all the girls who jog in our park agree.
When I glared at them, he teased me and told me while fucking me that I’m the only woman he sees and ever will.
True, I still have those self-confidence issues sometimes, but now, I have my mechanisms and I’ve learnt how to easily move away from them by digging into my self-empowerment.
Now, I can look at myself in the mirror and finally smile. I can be myself and not want to be someone else.
And the person who played the most important role in all of that is this man who’s now kissing his way up my body – my non-perfect, full of stretch marks and scars body – and still has that wild, lustful look in his eyes.
He flicks my nipple with the pad of his thumb and I moan deep in my throat and run my fingertips over the place where his heart lies. He had a tattoo inked on his skin as soon as he returned from rehab and stayed away from Absolut Vodka. We do drink, but he never loses himself to it now.
Green.
That’s what’s on the tattoo. Just one word next to his heart.
He got me inked on him for life, and I still feel close to tears whenever I see it.
Xander is mine as much as I’m his.
His chest sticks to mine as he grins at me with that sloppy, sleepy, lustful smile.
“Morning, Xan.” I ruffle his blond hair. I can’t keep my hands off it and I might be too in love with the colour. It’s shining under the morning light coming from the balcony of our bedroom.
He leans on his elbows so they’re on either side of me. “Happy graduation.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me of all the things I have to do today. Kir was demanding to come here.”
Dad, Lewis, and Kirian will join us for lunch after the graduation ceremony, and then I’ve already made plans with Elsa, Aiden, and the others.
That is, if Aiden doesn’t decide to kidnap Elsa somewhere.
We always have family lunches and dinners now. Lewis and Dad are our fathers, and although I don’t call Lewis ‘Dad’ and Xan doesn’t do the same to my dad, we have that unspoken mutual understanding, sort of like the one Dad and Lewis had for years.