“Always, princess.”
He flips his hair and saunters into the bathroom, and I follow him, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed as he brushes his teeth. He’s playful as he clocks my attention, and I love seeing him this way.
Naked and completely exposed, showing me every piece of him no matter how broken he thinks it might be.
He might not love those imperfect pieces yet, but I do, and it means the world that he’s no longer trying to cover them.
After cleaning his teeth and washing his face, he spends a few minutes brushing his hair, and I don’t move from my spot as I watch him. When he’s done, he spins in front of the mirror to check himself out from every angle.
He’s putting on a show and finally tires of dragging out the grand finale.
My arms drop as he struts closer, and I fold them around his waist as he presses into me. He leans in to kiss me, then yelps against my lips as I swat his ass.
I laugh as I scoop him up and carry him to the bed. “You’re the one that wanted your ass on my mind.”
He groans as I tug him to the end of the mattress and kneel. “We’re going to be late,” he says, but his breath is already coming faster as his knees part.
“Your argument isn’t exactly convincing. We both know you don’t take very long.”
I’m barely able to see his broad smile from my position between his legs. My palms slide up the back of his thighs asI spread him wide, pressing kisses in a path along his ass and inching closer to his hole.
“Fuck,” he whines as I lick over his entrance, and his muscles squeeze as he tries to take more. My tongue moves across his hole, collecting slick and teasing him with long, languid licks.
He’s impatient as always, needy in the way he fists the sheets and bucks his hips. He grinds against my tongue as I press it into him, and I throw his legs over my shoulders as I rise to kneel.
He moans louder as I work myself deeper. Spit and slick mix to drip down my chin as his heels dig into my shoulders. His cock lies against his stomach, weeping more slick onto the smooth skin there.
Need rushes through me, my entire body tense as I rut against the mattress like a wild thing. His taste covers my tongue and slides down my throat, and the muscles in his cock tighten like he’s about to come.
He shouts in protest as I drop him onto the bed, pulling back just before he falls over the edge, but I don’t make him wait. I stand and shove my pants to the ground and climb over him, his legs still bent as I hook them with my elbows and drive forward.
He calls my name like a prayer, and patience has long fallen away as I drive into him with loud slaps of skin.
“Who’s not taking long now?” he taunts, his cheeks flushed and lips parted.
I lean in, pressing his thighs back until his knees are almost beside his ears. Our kiss is sloppy, with lips and tongues fighting to get the upper hand. Fingers scratch over skin and teeth sink hard enough to leave bite marks behind.
I move my mouth to his ear, nipping his earlobe. “Stop arguing and come for me,” I rasp.
I drive forward a few more times, and I shudder as my release slams into me. I thrust deeper, pinning him underneathme as he moans my name. Warmth shoots between us as his cum spreads over both our skin, and the headboard thunks against the wall as I fuck him through both our orgasms.
We both pant for a moment, lips brushing and eyes locked, and I laugh incredulously when Xeni rocks his hips up, still hard.
“Insatiable,” I mutter, then gasp as he rolls us.
My cock stays inside him as his knees land on the mattress and he arches his back, riding me as I hiss from the overstimulation. He pulls off with a whine, leaving a mess of fluids on my stomach as he reaches for his cock, jerking himself and thrusting into his fist.
“C’mere, princess,” I say as I show him my tongue.
He groans as he knee-walks up the bed. “Fuck, I’m there,” he pants.
He grips his cock and points it toward my mouth, dragging the bottom along my tongue. I don’t even close around him before he draws in a hard breath, and cum shoots across my tongue and over my lips.
Xeni fucks his hand as he covers me in his release. He tilts his face toward the ceiling and pushes out a long, satisfied exhale as he sags and sits on my chest.
“Comfortable?” I ask.
Another wide grin spreads on his face as he glances down at me. “You’re a mess, darling.”
