"Yes?"
A sick thought occurred to me, and I pushed up onto my elbows. "Are you messing with me?"
"Yes," he answered with a smile as he kissed his way down my belly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to each of my hip bones before his shoulders wedged between my thighs, pushing them further apart. "And no," he murmured, and a gust of his breath fanned my sex. I shivered.
"Um, you don't have to do that," I offered through a stutter. "It's, um, not necessary."
Xavier froze and looked up at me. "Oh, it is so fucking necessary, Rosalee. You have no idea."
His tongue touched methere, and my hips bucked again, bringing me closer and more intimately acquainted with his mouth. "Wow!" It was the best thing I'd ever felt. Wet and cool, and every flick of his tongue sent a rocket of sensations hurtlingthrough my bloodstream. It was intoxicating how my vision blurred and my body arched up into Xavier, hungry for his next touch.
If I were more experienced, I might have been able to stop the bullet of arousal that tore through me, but my hands gripped his hair possessively, and my hips thrust up and met him stroke for stroke. I was prepared for him to stop again, at least I tried to be, but then he crooked one finger deep inside of me and wrapped his lips around my clit, and desire exploded within me, outside of me, shaking my body to its core. It was as if ten thousand volts went off in my body. A long, low moan exploded from my lips as I rode out my very first orgasm. "Xavier, oh my god!"
He was still licking me, lapping up my juices, and suddenly I was self-conscious all over again. When Xavier pulled back, his smile was shiny from my juices, and something about it was so erotic that all I wanted was to kiss him again. "Fuck me, you taste amazing."
"That was incredible," I whispered and tugged him by the hair until his mouth was on mine once again. I moaned at the taste of myself on his lips and deepened the kiss.
"Rosalee," he grunt-whispered and kissed me again, pressing his body against mine so that his big cock nudged my opening. "Such a sweet little pussy."
I blushed at his words and pumped my hips toward him. "You have a dirty mouth."
"You like it," he growled and nipped my ear.
I watched with wide eyes as he pulled back onto his knees and gripped his dick in his hand, teasing my clit and my opening. He smacked me with the heavy weight of his erection and bit down on his bottom lip. "I like watching you like this. You're beautiful."
"Beautiful?"
He nodded. "Oh yeah."
He smiled and slid the tip of his cock in, and I gasped. "So fucking tight."
"I'm not sure you'll fit."
He laughed. "I'll go slow," he promised and sank into me inch by agonizing inch. "So, so tight." He pushed in slowly, and my arousal grew the more our bodies connected.
I winced when he broke through my virginity, but it was quickly replaced by the full sensation of having him buried deep. "Oh!"
He moved in long, drugging strokes that stirred a fire within me. "You feel so damn good," he growled, squeezing my boobs tight, shocking me when he smacked them.
"Oh!" I clenched around him, my eyes and mouth open in shock. It felt incredible, and my eyes rolled back as he handled me with a rough gentleness that intensified my need for him. "Xavier, yes!"
"Rosalee." My name came out in a rough whisper as he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my stomach, lifting my hips and sliding deep in one long stroke that brought me to the edge of another orgasm. His lips kissed down my spine, nibbling along the way while my body pulsed around him. "Fuck," he shouted, and one hand gripped my hip while the other circled my throat.
A flash of panic came and fled as the pleasure of his strokes from this angle overwhelmed me. He applied a little more pressure as his strokes went deeper and harder, and my entire body was on fire, pulsing and vibrating with need. "Xavier," I panted and gripped his broad shoulders for purchase because I was sure I would float away from what he did to me, how he made me feel.
"Let go, Rosalee. I feel your pussy squeezing me greedily. Let go and come all over my cock, babe."
His dirty words and commanding tone in my ear were just the thing I needed to push me over the edge in an explosive orgasm that rocked me to my core. "Goodness!" The word spilled from my lips in breathless pants, over and over, as the pleasure crashed over me in undulating waves that wouldn't let me catch my breath. "Xavier."
His kiss was softer, but his hips pumped harder and deeper until he grunted and flipped me over, fixing his lips to mine in a kiss so fierce and hot it felt as if he had claimed me, which was silly because, of course, he wasn't. This wasn't the beginning of something; it was just tonight.
Only tonight.
He pumped harder through the kiss until his body went still and he filled me with his seed, hot streams that triggered another explosion within me. "Ah, fuck, Rosalee!" Xavier kissed a trail of heat from my lips to my collarbone and back up to my lips. He kissed me like I mattered, and his hips continued to push against mine until our bodies went slack.
Before I could unpack what any of it meant, my eyes fluttered closed and I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up sometime later, there was a delicious pulsing and clenching sensation between my thighs, and when I looked down, there was Xavier with his mouth on my pussy as he slid two fingers deep. "Hello, there."
He laughed and looked up, eyes glazed with heat as he pulled one finger out and slid two fingers inside. "That was your first time."
