Unable to keep them open, my eyes slammed shut, my stomach tightening as my orgasm built quickly. I could hardly breathe while he sucked, licked, and nipped every inch of my slick pussy, driving me dizzy with need. Trying to hold on, I sank my hands into his thick hair, fisting the strands, and ground myself against his mouth, my cries spilling out in muffled moans. The rough growl rumbling out of him was my undoing.
My thighs squeezed the sides of his head, and my body started to tingle, my heart pounding in my chest. As if he knew what I needed, Xavier slipped a thick finger into my wet heat, fucking me in quick short strokes. Caught off guard by the intensity, white spots danced behind my closed lids. A second more, I was thrown off balance by the sharp, unexpected orgasm slamming the breath from my lungs. My pussy clamping tightly around his finger, my back arched off the bed, and my legs trembled, my scream another muffled moan.
When I finally came down, Xavier dropped soft kisses on my thighs and stomach. Then he crawled over me, his hands resting on either side of my shoulders. “Open your eyes.”
I did, meeting the intensity of his stare, his glistening lips the leftover evidence of the pleasure he’d just unleashed on my pussy. Content, my heart fluttered like the wings of a white dove, sure he could hear it. Without thinking, I touched his firm chest, and he inhaled harshly. Licking my lips, I opened my mouth to ask permission to let me pleasure him. He stopped me with a slow shake of his head. My disappointment must’ve shown because his head lowered, and his lips covered mine.
The kiss was deliberately slow, deep, and sweet, almost like our souls were meeting for the first time in a different time, a different space, an alternate reality. The impact on my body kept me in the here and now. Despite the two orgasms, the sweetest bliss I could’ve asked for, my body was quick to writhe beneath his, arousal already painting my pussy with its vivid colors of want.
I moaned into his mouth, my silence begging for more. Supporting himself on his elbows, he settled his body on mine, gently rocking his hard-on against my pussy. Greedy, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, forcing him closer and shamefully ground myself on his rigid cock, not understanding my need for this man.
“Please,” I begged when he broke the kiss.
His eyes glued to mine, he slowly shook his head. “Only this for now.”
“Why,” I whimpered.
“Trust me?”
“Always,” I whispered, trying to hide my disappointment.
Without warning, he slammed his lips down on mine. This kiss was as aggressive as his body rocking into mine, telling me his brand of fucking was wild and feral. He released my mouth, moving to my chin. Gentle bites descended along my neck until his mouth closed over my taut nipple, sucking and biting. I cried out from the unbelievable sensations spinning through me and shuddered beneath his devastating mouth.
He slipped a hand under my arse, lifting me to meet the powerful thrust of his hips. Even though I wished he’d fuck me, it took barely a minute before I lost my body to another approaching climax, but it was that lust-filled dark whisper in my ear that sent me over the edge.
“Give it to me, Ella.”
And I did. So hard my third orgasm stole the air to my lungs, pulling me into that deep abyss of pleasure. This time I stayed there.
Chapter 43 – Xavier
“Sir.”
I lifted a finger, motioning for him to wait as Tyrone popped his head in at the door to my study. “Tyrone,” I greeted, finishing the call I’d been on and setting the phone on the table.
He drew closer. “About yesterday. Just wanted to say I’m sorry.” He rubbed the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. “That’s never happened to me before,” he said, referring to the incident with Mikaela.
