“Eyes on me, Ella,” he ordered. I lifted my lids, blushing at the heat flaring in his eyes. “Slide them into your pussy.” I dipped my fingers inside, watching his gaze settle there, his nostrils flare, and his jaw clench.
I wasn’t sure what caused my body to burn more, the touch of my fingers pressed against the cushiony muscles I never felt before or his heated stare.
“How does that feel?” Xavier rolled a finger over a nipple, hardening the bud while his hand on my thigh squeezed lightly.
“Nice,” I gasped, overwhelmed by all the sensations feeding my body’s desire.
“Now rub your clit,” he instructed, his voice hoarse.
Dragging my finger out of my pussy, I circled my clit, my mouth falling open on a throaty moan. I didn’t recognize that sensation running down my spine, a foreign feeling I felt when Xavier kissed me. Mesmerized, I couldn’t help but tilt my hips against my hand, searching for something I didn’t quite understand yet. All I knew was that it hurt, not in the wrong way, though.
Xavier leaned forward, and his hand on my thigh moved further up. Sucking in a breath, I paused my fingers on my clit, my heart hammering in my chest.
“Don’t stop,” he scolded.
Watching his hand, I continued to circle my clit. As his fingers drew closer, I rocked my arse on the table, angling my hips invitingly. He touched my pussy lips. Stunned by that sharp jolt hitting my core, I choked on a gasp. His eyes lifted to mine. “Breathe, love.”
I had no idea I was holding my breath and slowly exhaled. His finger lingered near my entrance, the gentle touch setting me alight and engulfing me with anticipation. Then he rolled it along the slit. Stunned, my arse lifted off the table, my pussy muscles clamping, my moan loud. “Oh, God.”
“Watch our fingers.”
I did. Slowly, he slid his finger up and down the slit, keeping it just out of reach of my entrance while I circled my clit. I waited for him to slide his finger inside me. He didn’t. Still, my breaths came out in rough pants, that feeling intensifying, burning, climbing. I gripped the table edge with my free hand, biting my lip to keep from screaming out my desperation. As if he sensed my inability to stay upright, Xavier stood, slid his free hand around my waist, and continued his teasing, keeping me on that edge.
“Pinch your clit,” his dark whisper filled my ear. “Not too hard. You’ll know when it feels right.”
Trembling, I pinched the now sensitive bud between my finger and thumb. My eyes crossed, and a loud whimper fell from my lips. “Oh, God.” I sucked in a jagged breath, my heart rate was now erratic. His gaze on me, his fingers covered mine, pressing down on my clit, guiding them to circle harder. My eyes closed against the sensations, a breath whooshing from my throat. I gulped air quickly.
“Come for me, Ella.”
Before I could grasp his words, those foreign sensations spiraled up my spine, stealing my breath. I arched my back, pushing up into our circling fingers, greedy for more pressure. A loud moan ripped from my mouth a second later, and I gave into that feeling of having my legs swiped out from under me. I fell, dropping at a rate so fast I wasn’t sure I could catch myself.
But Xavier did. With his arm around me, he held my shuddering body to his, protecting me from falling and comforting me against this feeling I had yet to understand. That warm wet rush between my thighs turned my cheeks scarlet.
When my body finally stopped convulsing, I looked at him, my cheeks scarlet. “What was that?” I breathed.
Wordlessly, he lifted my fingers, and with his eyes on me, he sucked them into his mouth. I blushed so hard, I was sure my cheeks caught alight. “That, my pretty little Ella, was your first orgasm.”
“Wow.” Another first. With him.
His large frame towering over me, he touched a finger to my chin. “Arousal is your brain’s response to a sexual touch that can be hard, soft, or aggressive, ending in physical gratification for both, sometimes only one.”
“Like when you squeezed my breast?”
He nodded. “Intimacy, on the other hand, is an emotional bond where you feel safe, can share your thoughts and feelings, be open and vulnerable with each other. A connection built on trust, understanding, and acceptance. Touch is always soft, gentle, caring, thoughtful ending in physical gratification for both or one person but brought by their partner without them wanting anything in return.”
“My orgasm?”
He nodded, kissing my brow just as his phone rang again.
While he took the call, I slipped out of his room, my body buzzing with pleasure, yet I couldn’t ignore that tiny niggle that I should’ve done something to please him, despite his words about not wanting anything in return.
