Aware a sexy darkness underpinned that simple action, my body quivered, and I tried to calm my hammering heart. I wanted this. I wanted to feel like a woman; he was the only man who could give me that.
Our eyes locked, I took a step forward and slowly unbuttoned my long-sleeved, mid-thigh dress, taking my time to slip each one out of its respective hole. Done, I gently parted it at the chest, offering him a view of my naked breasts that suddenly felt heavy with anticipation. I slipped the material off one shoulder and then the other while maintaining eye contact. It slid down my arms to pool at my feet. Xavier’s gaze followed its descent. As those blue eyes, filled with undisguised heat, traveled back up, starting at my legs, pausing at my white lace-covered apex and glazing over my now hardened nipples, I didn’t blink, nor did I breathe, my body on fire from the rush of arousal slicking my already soaked knickers.
His eyes slid up to meet mine, and he widened his legs. I glanced at the defined bulge straining against the material of his trousers and bit my lip, my soft moan earning another slow rise of his brow before his lips curved in a knowing smirk.
“Take it off,” he demanded, his gravelly voice vibrating against my skin, flaming my body’s need.
Bold, I arched my brow, daring him to do it himself. His chuckle was low but enough to ignite the slow smolder in my core as I hooked the tips of my fingers in the edge of my knickers and slipped them down my hips, cheekily taking my time until it joined my dress. Assurance gained by his presence alone, I straightened with unerring composure draping my nakedness.
Those burning blue irises glided down my body once more in a slow appraisal, and I fell in love with the look of appreciation on his face. As if he was admiring my body like it was the best thing he’d ever seen.
When his eyes returned to mine, his hand moved, and the rest of the panels flipped, adorning the room in mirrors. “Against the mirror,” he ordered, tipping his chin at the one directly in front of him. I moved to step out of my heels, and he stopped me. “Leave them.”
My bottom lip between my teeth, I stepped toward the mirror, trying to maintain the grace Levana showed me, then looked at him.
“Turn around.”
I faced the mirror, and my gaze shifted to the lioness tattoo across the top half of my back. As Xavier said, its beauty obliterated the carved words. Smiling, I lowered my eyes, finding him in the reflection. “Spread your legs, love. Place your hands on the mirror and lean forward until your nipples touch the mirror,” he ordered, his raspy voice saturated with heat.
With my palms flat against the mirror, I spread my legs as directed and slowly leaned forward, letting my nipples meet the mirror. “Oh,” I gasped at cold contact, the sensation immediately hardening the buds to painful peaks. Whimpering, I watched Xavier in the mirror.
Slowly, he let his gaze travel the length of my body. Every inch of skin flamed with the intensity of his admiration. I never thought I’d look at my body dressed in nothing but heels or that the man watching me would make me feel so desired. When he looked at me again, the energy between us crackled, ready to explode, and the elevation of his breathing matched mine. He was just as aroused.
That knowledge, his scorching stare, and the anticipation of his touch caused another blast of heat to my core. The sudden wetness rolling down my thighs had blood rushing to my cheeks. Embarrassed, I dropped my head and closed my eyes.
“You’re dripping, love,” Xavier’s soft words as he approached had my lids lifting to meet his gaze in the mirror. “Nothing to be ashamed about. Completely normal.”
“Yes, sir.” Still, I blushed.
“Now reach between your legs and stroke the length of your pussy lips with two fingers.” Wide-eyed, I hesitated. “Do as you’re told, Ella.” The dark authority floating in his words was undeniably arousing.
With Xavier watching me, I reached between my thighs and found my soaking lips plump, supple, and throbbing. I did as he asked, sliding my fingers through my slit. Not expecting the sudden shiver, I couldn’t stop the low moan either.
“Show me.”
I lifted my hand and blushed at just how wet my fingers were. Xavier stepped closer, bringing his fully clothed body flush against mine. Our eyes connected in the mirror, he brought my fingers to his mouth and slowly sucked each finger, deliberately taking his time to roll his tongue around each one. By the time he finished, I was shaking, and my pussy ached.
“Hand back on the mirror.” I did as he asked. “Now, keep your eyes open and mouth closed. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
Our gazes locked in the mirror, his fingertips rolled along my shoulders from one end to the other, then a slow path down my spine. My skin burned with his touch, the throbbing between my legs painful. Then his fingers slid down the crease of my arse and into the space I’d waited for him to touch. I struggled to keep quiet when he rolled his fingers over my clit. Two strokes, and I was ready to explode, my body shaking, my knees wobbling to stay upright. But he pulled his fingers away, leaving me glowering at him.
Xavier’s brow went up. “So impatient?” He chuckled in my ear.
I blushed and then watched him drop to his knees behind me. His hot breath fanned across my pussy briefly before his teeth latched onto my clit. I whimpered so loud he smacked my arse for disobeying. I jumped, the sting just intensifying my need.
“Spread your pussy lips for me,” he ordered.
Blushing, I opened my mouth to decline when I remembered his order, reached down, and found the slippery wetness of my lips. My eyes riveted on Xavier, I pulled them apart.
“Wider,” he scolded.
A red flush tainted my chest as I spread myself wider apart. My eyes stayed glued to his tongue swirling over my clit, lapping at my dripping pussy. God, it was dirty yet erotically sinful watching a fully dressed man tongue my pussy like it was the best thing he’d tasted. A sudden tremor wracked my body. My legs trembled, threatening to collapse. To keep from making a sound, I bit my lip, but I lost the battle as his teeth joined in, sucking and biting before easing the sting with his tongue. Another rush of arousal soaked my pussy.
He groaned, the soft vibrations radiating through my core and up my spine, hitting every sensitive spot in my body. “So sweet,” he murmured before flicking his tongue against my clit. I shuddered. The earlier orgasm was quick to bloom, and I moaned, lower this time, shamelessly grinding myself against his mouth, my eyes rolling from the pleasure. “Come for me, Ella,” he rasped, his voice breathless and uneven.
I tensed, resisting his order at first, then he bit down on my clit, and I exploded. Moaning loud, I let go of my pussy lips, slamming my hands against the mirror to keep myself from falling over. His mouth, still attached to my dripping pussy, Xavier licked my clit, pulsing against his tongue.
