I slide over him a few times, coating him as well as the inside of my thighs as he grins and bites his lip. I reach down and hold him at my entrance. My gaze flicksto his as I slowly lower myself over him. He groans and grips my hips, holding me down while he shudders against me, letting out a breath.
“You good?”
He nods and sucks his lip into his mouth, trying to stop the smile from spreading across his face. I lean forward and kiss him, laying myself down on his firm tanned skin. I kiss him and pump my arse up and down. His hands slide to my arse cheeks, and he doesn’t allow me to pull off too far. Holding us against each other and staring into each other’s eyes, it feels different, not only physically but emotionally. It feels like everything I kept hidden, kept pushed down, but now they're so close I can touch it all. I actually feel something, everything, and while I slowly fuck the man I love, because however we fucking got here, I know I love him. I feel like we could have a future together. We could be an actual family. Once I get Xav back, my heart will be whole, and I will have something to look forward to.
We grind against each other, lost in the feeling of the other's body, hands slowly roaming, caressing. All the stuff we were taught to do now feels so natural. For the right person, I would have known how to do it all instinctively. I slide a little lower so I can catch my clit and slip my hips back and rotate them, causing me to gasp. He reaches up and cups my face while I concentrate on the sensation and chasing my orgasm when he stares into my soul.
“I want to see you cum. I want to hear you cum.” He holds my face firmly in his soft, large hands before he says, “I want to hear my name on those beautiful lips.”
I gasp and throw my head back, gripping his chest as I scream out his name while I cum, and he follows me, roaring out my name for me.
I slowly lower myself onto his chest while I gasp and try to calm my racing heart. That’s the first time I’ve ever done what can only be described as making love. And I don’t know how I feel about it all. I feel too much. I feel it all, and I try to calm myself. I sit up and slide off. “I’m going for a shower.”
“Okay.”
He smiles at me as he watches me walk away.
I step into the shower and take a breath. I’m not sure if it’s the combination of everything or just how we last had sex that has me feeling a little overwhelmed, out of my depth, and a little off-kilter. Maybe if he’d fucked me like we have been doing and looked at me a little less intensely, I wouldn’t be second-guessing myself. I know how to deal with situations as my alter egos out on the job, but as me with no walls, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. Maybe I just need to fuck him, not make love to him, throw him down, wrap my hand around his throat till he’s seeing stars, fuck him until I feel surer about things.
I slip the robe on from the back of the door, not for any other reason than to tie him up with the belt. I slip into the room, and he’s still lying there smiling at me, and fuck, he’s handsome, and he’s definitely my kryptonite. I think I’m totally fucked, so I don’t talk. I remove the belt and wrap it around my hands, tossing the robe on the floor. I stalk towards him, and his eyes widen before he smiles and lays back, holding his wrists out to me. I climb over him, slipping the loops I’vecreated over his wrists, then wrenching his arms over his head, I tie him to the headboard. He gasps. I climb off him, grab his ankles and drag him down the bed. He grunts as his shoulders yank above him.
I climb back over him and grab his dick with no foreplay. I just impale myself on him. I slide my hand up around his neck and whisper down at him, “I fucking own you.” I lick his face. “You’re mine now.”
I growl down at him, and he shudders, and his gaze fills with lust. I drop down onto his dick again and grip my hand tighter around his throat, and smiling my most wicked smile, I slip my hand up to his hair. I slam myself over him a couple more times before pulling off all together. I crawl up his body, and as I reach his chest, I grin down.
“Might wanna take a deep breath or learn to breathe through your ears.”
I grin as I slide myself over his face, and his eyes widen as he yanks against the binds, tugging to get to me as I hover, dripping down on him. I snatch his hair in both hands and drop myself to his face. I groan as I can feel him lapping and sucking at me. Before he tries to spear me with his tongue, he grunts and gasps as I start to ride his face, gripping his hair tighter as I hold myself against him. He tries to nip and suck, but I just keep sliding across him. He occasionally manages to suck my clit into his mouth as I pass over, but it isn’t long before I’m holding him tight as he sucks my clit so fucking hard while I tighten my grip on the back of his hair. My pussy pulses cum all over his lips, his chin and his nose. I cum hard as I scream out and drop to the side, panting. I can hear him licking and sucking as he tries to lick the juicesfrom his own face while he pants for breath. When my heart stops pounding, I lean over to untie him, but he shakes his head.
“Fuck me, please.” He tugs on the belt. “Just fuck me.” I slide over him and pull his mouth to mine as I kiss him, tasting myself all over him.
“Fuck, you’re such a fucking good boy. I know I’ll never give you up now!”
His eyes flutter, and I smile. My good little boy likes to be praised. Well, that I can do.
I slip him inside me as I smile down. “Fuck, baby, you fill me up so good.” I lean so I’m sitting on him, and I start to pinch my nipples. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of your cock. It was fucking made for me.”
His eyes widen and flash as they roll into the back of his head. I lay over him and whisper into his ear. “Stay with me, baby. I want you to see how much I need your cock, how wet you make me, and how hard I cum for you. And only you!”
He shudders under me, and I grind onto him, rocking backwards and forwards as I sit back up. I rock as he tries to buck up into me. “Fuck, yeah, like that.”
He tries to buck up harder, but he can’t quite get the right rhythm with the angle he’s tied at. He thrusts hard and to the side, and I’m thrown off him onto the bed at the side of him. He doesn’t wait a second as he rotates his wrists, rolling in the binds till his body is laid on mine. He slides his hips around till he finds my entrance. Pulling on the belt, he tugs to help him slam into me over and over again till I see flashes of light and dark spots in my vision, and I can’t help but scream his name. He thrusts into me like a savage animal, and fuckif I don’t gush hard around him again while he hammers relentlessly into my pussy. I’m panting and screaming out again before he collapses against me.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters out.
I chuckle as he flops onto his back. I slide against him and wrap my leg over his as I release him. I fall asleep feeling more at ease with myself than I ever have. He wraps his arms around me. I want to stay in his arms forever. Everything just makes sense here. I feel alive for the first time rather than just existing. I sleep in the sex haze of happiness, delirious and content for the first time ever.
Xav
Chapter LIX
Vic’s been gone a while, and I hope she and Jacob are safe. I haven’t had any lines of communication with her other than hearing about the shootout from Shelley, but all leads led to a dead end on that one, so I had a reprieve from my racing thoughts for a millisecond. I’m crawling in my own mind as I want to reach out to her. I miss her. I need her. I barely sleep. I can’t without her, not properly, although Shelley is a great distraction at the minute, and I’m staying there as much as I can. It’s just not the same. When I wrap my arms around Shelley, it’s different. It’s a different sensation, a different feeling altogether. The closeness we have pales in comparison to what I share with Vic. I barely focus on anything other than the fact that she’s not here, I don’t know if she’s safe, so I do what I can, and I watch Father like a hawk.
I’ve been summoned today for another meeting, which I’m sure will be more of the same. Have I heard from Vic? Do I know where she is? Has she been in touch? Am I lying? The usual. I’m left sitting in the office longer than is comfortable, and I pick up my phone. Something’s not right. The conversation thread has nothing new, but when I try to scroll through, there’s nothing. I open an app, nothing. I pull up the internet browser, nothing. I have that feeling crawling up the back of my neck that seeps into my bones and makes my stomach churn, my palms sweat, and my mouth dry… Fear.
I try to open the door to see how long Father will be, but it’s locked. What the fuck?
I bang and shout, but no one comes. I snatch my phone from my pocket and try to dial Vic, but the call drops off. Fuck! I yank at the door, but it’s too thick to kick in, so I run to Father’s desk and riffle through the drawers. I snatch out a paper clip and a letter opener and run back to the door, slamming them into the lock. It takes what feels like hours before I’m ripping the door open and running down the hall. I hear the shouts behind me, but they weren’t ready for me to break out, so I caught them off guard.
