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Twenty-three

Her

I'm close, but I'm tensing every muscle in my body not to fall over the cliff. My eyes focus on my hands stretched out in front of me, my knuckles bone white as I grab fistfuls of the Egyptian cotton bedsheet while Xavier drives himself into me from behind.

"Ohhh, God. Fuck..." I groan as he pulls back and then slams his hips forward again, completely filling me up with his hardness. His breath is hard and ragged in my ears; his hands hot as they grab at my hips, pulling me back onto him.

I'm even closer now.

"Oh, sweetheart, fuck. Fuck." His moans mirror mine and I know we're both about to come.

My bottom lip finds itself between my teeth as I try to hold back, but there's no point.

Xavier's cock is inside me and I'm going to come on it.

Just as he slides into me one more time, his hand reaches under me and an index finger finds the hood of my clit.

And everything explodes into stars.

"Oh god. Xavier. Oh my god," I think I scream as a white-hot orgasm rips through me, draining my cells of every last ounce of oxygen.

I feel my body pushed forward as Xavier slams into me again, his own orgasm making him growl my name over and over and over until there's nothing left and we collapse on the bed, spent.

I'm not sure how long we sleep but the sun is bright in my eyes when I wake up again, Xavier’s head still on my back, my limbs spread out like a starfish on his bed.

"Uhhhhh," is my first word.

"Hmmmm?" is his reply.

It's several more minutes before either of us makes any sense.

"Eggs?" he asks.

My head moves half an inch up and down. Eggs actually sound great. As long as I don't have to make them.

Apparently, he feels the same way as he makes no attempt to move.

But it's okay, I could lie like this here with him forever.

Ding Dong, the doorbell sounds, right on cue, as if to make a mockery of my thoughts of forever.

"Hmmm?"

"Eggs," Xavier replies, before he groans and drags his body off mine. There's a big sigh and then I feel him pull himself off the bed and shuffle to the elevator, pulling on a pair of shorts over his naked body.

Shame. I like completely clothes-less Xavier.

I pull a pillow over my head to block out the light. I don't know what time it is, but it's okay, I don't have any appointments today and have no rush to get to the office.

I could wait for eggs.

And more naked Xavier.

"Eggs!" he exclaims a minute later, suddenly more awake. The pillow is dragged off my head and he's holding out a plate to me.

"What the..? How?"

He grins and pushes the plate forward and I take it, sitting up, crossing my legs under me. I stare down at my plate filled with piping hot eggs on toast and my mouth fills with saliva; I didn't realize how hungry I was. Frequent sex equals an increased appetite, I guess.