“Yes,” he answered before licking the side of my neck.
My entire body shivered around a sigh; I couldn’t hold back.
“I picked up Indian food. Chicken tandoori, naan, yellow rice and ice cream for dessert, of course.”
“Hmm,” he mumbled as he pressed kisses down my neck and toward my collar bone. “Feed me,” he directed, pulling back with his mouth, but sliding his hand up the cream-colored pleated skirt I’d changed into after work, cupping my pussy with his hand. “From here first.” Wrapping his hand around the lace panties I wore, he tugged, ripping them off me and moved so quickly I didn’t know what was happening until I was flat on my back with him hovering above me.
“Mmmm,” I moaned when his thumb began making circles against my swollen clit. “Xavier,” I panted.
“Mm, sounds like you missed me,” he teased, kissing my lips, then my neck, down to my collarbone.
I went to grab the back of his head to pull him to me, but he wasn’t there. He’d slid down the length of my body, pushed up my skirt and had his mouth on me before I could blink.
“Ohh, shit!” I screamed when his tongue circled my clit, teasing it. I moaned even louder when he slid one finger, then two into me at the same time. My hips rose to meet his greedy mouth, and I dug my heels into his upper back. That only seemed to encourage him. He angled his fingers inside me to make contact with my G-spot while he continued to tongue my clit and I completely came apart. My legs trembled and tightened up around his head, my head fell back over the arm of the couch, hips rising uncontrollably as my orgasm washed over me. I sucked in air as I caught my breath, but there was little time for a reprieve as Xavier sat up, bringing me with him to straddle his hips.
I saw the wetness on his lips and wanted nothing more than to taste myself on him. Leaning down, I licked the perimeter of his delicious lips. God, I loved those lips, so soft, and such a contrast to the rest of his body. He groaned into my mouth, and I heard the wrestling of a belt buckle and zipper beneath me. I raised my hips to make room for him to release himself, my mouth still devouring his. Seconds later, his strong hands were around my hips, angling me and then pulling me down onto his stiff shaft.
“Mmmm, you feel so good,” I moaned as I sank onto him, feeling every ridge and vein on his dick. Fuck, this was what I’d been craving for three days.
“You missed this dick?” he questioned, grabbing my hair to pull my head back.
I whimpered when his hips rose, slamming into me.
“I ain’t hear you! You missed this dick?” Our hips met again and again as he fucked me, although I was the one straddling him.
“Yes!” I hissed.
“Say it! Say you missed this dick!”
I dug my nails into his shirt-covered shoulders and tried to lower my head back to his lips, only to be halted by his hand on the back of my head.
“Say it!” he growled.
“I missed this dick,” I drawled out. The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh turned me on even more. It must’ve done the same for Xavier because he ripped off the sleeveless chiffon top I was wearing, pulling it down along with my strapless bra, sucking one of my breasts into his warm mouth. I threw my head back in ecstasy, moaning loudly as wave after wave of pleasure overtook me. He released one nipple from his mouth and moved to the other one. I bit my lower lip so hard, straining against all the sensations running through me, I thought I might draw blood. But even that little bit of pain was no match for how good Xavier was making me feel.
“Shit!’ he grunted, and I felt him straining against me.
I knew he was close.
“Come with me,” he ordered, rubbing his thumb against my slit.
I bent lower, capturing his lips with mine and we both released, giving and taking every ounce of pleasure our bodies could wring out from one another. Our screams and grunts were in unison as we came.
When I finally came down, I was still straddling his hips, leaning down, cradled to his chest that rose up and down as he struggled to catch his breath. I closed my eyes against the warm feeling of peace and security that wrapped itself around me, just as his arms were. I wriggled, trying to move out of his embrace, but he held onto me tighter.
“Don’t. Don’t run.”
How the hell did he know? I hated that either I was that obvious or he knew me that well in such a short period of time.
“I’m not running, but we just made a mess all over my couch.” I tried to lighten the moment.
“I’ll buy you another couch.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t need you to buy me another couch.” I tried again to pull back, but he held tight until I finally acquiesced and let him hold me to him. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent, a mix of his sweat, cologne and his usual manly smell, with a whiff of our sex in the mix. It was perfect, and my nipples began to harden against his chest. I don’t know how long we lay there, him holding me, and me enjoying his smell and reluctantly surrendering to the safety of his arms.
Eventually, his stomach growled.
I laughed. “I bet you want some real food now.”
