Chapter 36 – Mikaela
An hour later, hopinghe’d come for me, disappointment sagged my shoulders when I moved to my bedroom window in time to see Xavier leave. Whether it was the overpowering need to please him or further understanding why his touch made me feel the way I did, I found myself in his bed. My eyes on his ceiling, I let my hand rove over the parts of my skin he’d touched, feeling it burn beneath my fingertips. Sighing into the memory, I turned on my side and closed my eyes, looking to create a vivid vision instead.
I had no idea how or when I’d drifted off to sleep until the soft fall of running water pried my eyes open. Noting the dim light from the bedside lamp against the darkness outside the window behind it, I slowly sat up. The fluffy throw someone had laid over me slid down to reveal the dress I still wore. Slipping my legs over the side, I stood. Intending to leave the room, I glanced at the sliver of light spilling through the slightly opened bathroom door.
I stepped toward it, shook my head, and turned toward the main door. The splash of water, now louder, had me changing my mind again, and my feet moved in the opposite direction. Not allowing myself another moment of indecision, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The design was different from mine. After the miscarriage, I stayed in his room, yet I never noticed the décor.
Everything was either charcoal grey or white with touches of black and silver, enhanced by soft lighting and the blended scent of Xavier’s soap, shampoo, and cologne. Elegant. Just like the man who stood before me. His tall frame draped in steam, his face tilted to the water, his eyes closed, and his hands rolling through silver hair that somehow looked darker and longer under the spray.
The first time I’d seen Xavier’s naked chest, I was running from the shadows of a thunderstorm. I hadn’t noticed much except needing him to calm my trembling body. Then I’d drifted off to sleep with my hand over his heart. When I woke up the following day, I found myself nestled against his hard body with his arm across my stomach. Even though I froze, I snuck a peek at his tattooed chest. He moved, and I ran from his room.
As I stared now, letting my eyes savor his muscles, toned and tight, every inch of my skin burned with need. His upper body was covered in tattoos from the shoulder down to those deep ‘v’ lines above his crotch. I tilted my head to the side as they began to take shape. A snarling tiger posed to fly curled from his shoulder to his chest. Breathing fire, a fierce dragon coiled up from his hip, facing off the tiger. Brawny arms, inked with designs that complemented the animals, flexed as he cupped his neck, leaning back slightly to stretch.
I’d never appreciated a man’s body before, and this man’s perfectly proportioned body made me glad I hadn’t. His beauty would remain forever entrenched in my memory, my response to him even more.
My gaze sank lower, and I stifled a moan. Was it wrong to call a cock beautiful? Long, thick and brown were the only words I could think of. Big also came to mind, sitting between powerful legs covered in dark hair. It was easy to see why the women I encountered were charmed by him. I know I was.
The throbbing between my legs grew more intense the longer I stared. As much as I wanted him to touch me again, the need to please him was more potent. I took a deep breath, willing my nerves to calm down. As if he sensed my presence, his eyes opened, connecting with mine through the streams of water. Silently, we stared at each other, my breathing uneven, afraid he might send me away and his expression unreadable.
“What are you doing here, Ella?” he finally asked.
Encouraged by his gentle tone, I linked my fingers behind my back, stepping closer. “I want to please you,” I said shyly.
“Please me?”
I nodded. Another step forward, bringing me to the edge of the shower enough to feel the warm water splash on my legs. Xavier cocked his head to one side, his expression was contemplative before he held out the body wash, his smile slight. Not about to question whether he was teasing me, I closed the distance between us, bringing me under the spray. I didn’t think about getting wet and took the bottle from him.
He stepped forward, allowing the water to cascade down his back. I squirted some body wash into my hands and slowly rubbed them together until the liquid formed soapy bubbles. While he watched me, I touched his chest and felt him shudder. Encouraged, I glided my fingers over his chest, shoulders, and arms. I added more body wash and placed my hands on his stomach. His abdomen contracted beneath my touch. Biting my lip to keep going, I dropped my gaze to his nipples, hardening under my scrutiny. My pussy wept for attention.
I ignored it and walked around to his back, bringing me under the spray as Xavier stepped away from the falling water. Pouring more liquid onto my hands, I washed his tightly toned back, admiring how the rest of the tiger and dragon curved around his body to meet at his rear. I bent at the waist to clean the back of his legs and thighs, watching his arse clench as I eased my hands over the firm muscles.
Back in front of him, I knelt, bringing my face in line with his cock, now hard, thicker, and angled upright toward his abdomen. With no foreskin, the pink head glistening with water droplets had me licking my lips. When I brushed my fingertips over it, he tensed, his inhale sharp and loud enough to hear over the flowing water. Bold, I kissed the head, letting the tip of my tongue linger just before I pulled back.
“Ella,” my name was so soft, I thought I imagined it. I lifted my eyes to his, hoping he’d see my unspoken request. He watched me through hooded eyes, desire flooding his expression. “What do you want, love?”
“To please you.” Slowly, he shook his head, yet the arousal in his eyes was all the nerve I needed to beg. “Please.”
He squinted, his gaze roving over my face, searching, indecision dancing with his tightly clenched jaw. Then he fisted his shaft, slowly stroking. I quivered. It was hard to resist that coil of need deep in my stomach. I fought it. He leaned his cock toward me, and the tip caressed my lips, the soft skin making me open my mouth, sending shivers down my spine.
He cupped my chin, easing the head into my mouth. “Roll your tongue over it, only licking, nothing more,” he ordered his voice firm.
I followed his instruction. With my eyes on him, I rolled my tongue around the head, licking and slurping the water cascading down his body. I moaned at the salty taste of him as precum leaked onto my tongue. My eyes shut, and my mouth closed over the head, the suction tightening instinctively.
“Just the tip, love. Anything more, and you’re sucking,” he growled, his voice hoarse.
