He let out a low growl as that last spasm vibrated through me. The air stifled in my throat when he coated his thumb with my juices and slid it into my rear hole while continuing to torture my clit with his tongue. He bit, licked, and sucked the swollen bud in rhythmic sync with his thumb fucking my arsehole. Heat flamed through my body, settling in my core, quickly tipping me over the edge. I shook as another orgasm glided over my trembling body, and my legs gave out. As I felt myself falling, Xavier’s hands closed around my arse, keeping me upright. I was still coming down from my high when I opened my eyes to find him behind me.
“Turn around.” I did as he asked. “Undress me.” I tried unbuttoning his shirt, but my hands shook from the climax. He chuckled. “What’s wrong? Too much for you?”
I bit my lip, my cheeks hot, and his soft laugh made me feel more desirable. He took a step back and, with his eyes on me, undressed. His movements were deliberately slow like I’d done. His teasing, however, was far deadlier to my need for air.
With each inch of skin my eyes savored, I grew wetter and hotter. I choked on my next breath when Xavier lowered his trousers to reveal his cock. Rigid, thick, long, and leaking precum. It still looked as daunting as the first time I saw it and just as beautiful.
When he stood completely naked, I palmed my stomach, soothing the butterflies. I had a feeling this man ruined women after just one night. I knew I was, and only my mouth had the pleasure of his cock so far. Still, I felt a little intimidated. If I couldn’t take him fully in my mouth, would he fit in my pussy?
“Are you afraid?” he asked, his tone dripping with sinful darkness. I bit my lip, nodding. Licking his lips, he dipped his head. “Do you want gentle?”
If I said yes, he’d hold back, and I didn’t want that, I wanted all of him. I wanted him unrestrained so he could enjoy this as much as I would.
“No.”
“Then show me.” One brow cocked in that way it intrigued me my first night here, his eyes swimming with unfettered lust, challenged me.
While my experience was limited and even though he stopped me, I knew he’d liked the blowjob. I stepped forward and snaked my fingers over every ridge and plane, following the length and breadth of his tattoos, skimming those deep ‘v’ lines that ran down to his crotch before I grasped his cock. Cheeky, I rubbed a thumb over the precum, swirling my tongue around a nipple like I’d seen him do to mine.
“Ella.” He inhaled harshly.
Using my teeth, I grazed the hardened bud, then bit down softly, squeezing his cock. He fisted my hair, tilting my head back before his lips crushed mine in a demanding kiss, leaving my nails digging into his abdomen and my pussy screaming for attention. Yet when he pulled back, his expression remained tender.
He turned me around to face the mirror again. “Are you sure?” His eyes stayed connected to mine, his hands spanned the length of my hips, urging my back tight to his chest.
I shivered with the kisses he dropped to my shoulders. “Yes.”
“Hands on the mirror and spread your legs,” he ordered. I did as he asked. “Lean forward.” He gently pushed down on my nape, causing my nipples to graze the cold glass.
I whimpered from the shock, yet his warm body rubbing up mine quickly commanded my attention. Given my heels, his hard length rimmed the wet entrance of my pussy easily. The sensation drove me to shivers. I fisted my fingers on the mirror, pushing back slightly, trying to urge him to enter me. In response, he groaned, sliding just the head in so gently that the feel of him consumed my thoughts.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, unable to stop my brow from dropping to the mirror and my eyes from rolling backward. “More,” I cried when he continued rocking just the head in and out of me.
Keeping it there, he stopped moving, his lips finding my ear. “What are your safe words, Ella?”
Eyes wide, I lifted my head, remembering his warning.I fuck hard, love.“White and green,” I answered.
“Good girl.” He winked. “Use it.”
His deep command had me blushing, aware he was about to fuck me. Forget the butterflies, hummingbirds descended into my stomach, the hum of their wings so loud, I feared he’d hear them too.
“Lean back on my chest if you need to.”
I had no idea what he meant until he spread his legs, placing his feet on the outer side of mine. One hand intertwined with mine on the mirror, the other lifted my leg, and he hooked his arm under my knee, giving me a delicious view of his cockhead sitting just inside my wet pussy. The sight alone had me trembling and a rush of arousal leaking around us.
“Fuck, you’re wet, love,” he growled.
I lifted my eyes. His remained on my pussy, snug around his cock. A second more, and I felt him move. He let out a throaty groan, watching his cock slide in. I gasped for air, my muscles stretching to accommodate his long length.
“Fuck, Ella, you take my cock so beautifully,” he praised, turning me pink with embarrassment and hot with need. I clamped around him, craving more. “That’s it, love, open up for me.”
My heart pounded inside my chest, my cheeks flushed, we watched his cock slide further in, our bodies fitted so tightly, almost like we were one, our moans dancing around us, the perfect blend of a sinful melody.
“Oh, God,” I cried out as I was slowly impaled on his thick erection until he forced himself all the way to the hilt in with a deep growl.
“Jesus.” He stilled for just a moment, his harsh breathing matching mine. “Color, Ella?”
“White,” I mumbled, my voice lost in the swell of emotion running through my head into my chest and the feeling of being so completely possessed.
