I was harder than I’d ever been before, my cock so damn stiff it ached. Having her on my lap, her legs spread on either side of my thighs, her chest rising and falling, her breasts brushing along my chest, had this arousal moving through me that was so intense I felt crazed.

I reached up and wound my hand in her hair, bringing her forward, so close our mouths nearly touched again. “The things I want to do to you…” I let those words hang between us. “The filthy fucking things I want to do to you.” The words were whispered low. I felt her warm breath brush along my lips. She was getting worked up over all of this. Good.

“What kinds of things?” she asked softly.

I could have groaned, could have come right then and there, at the fact she wanted me to say them out loud.

“I want to know, want to hear you tell me what you’d do to me, Xavier.”

I did groan then.

“Tell me,” she pushed, her voice this breathy little moan.

I tightened my hold on her hair, an involuntary act because I was getting strung even tighter, worked up even more. “You’d be bare for me, spread, your pussy glossy from your arousal, your cream leaving a wet spot on my sheets.”

She gasped and I groaned, the images slamming into my head on repeat.

“I’d lick your pussy until you came for me, until your juices were sliding down my chin.” God, I could come just telling her this stuff. She started to rock back and forth on me, her hands on my shoulders, her breathing coming in short pants.

I had no doubt she could feel exactly how hard I was for her, how in need I was to feel her pussy clenching around my cock, squeezing the fucker until I came. I could have told her so much more, but doing so would have surely had me getting off before I was deep inside her body.

She kept rocking on me, and I felt beads of sweat dot my forehead as I strained to gather my control. “I’d slide my big cock deep in your virgin pussy, taking you as mine, telling you no other man will ever know what you feel like, taste like, smell like.” I grunted and closed my eyes, the feeling of her rocking on top of me almost too much.

“Xavier.” She tossed her head back, her eyes closed, and moved on top of me a little faster, with a little more force.

I needed to see her get off while she moved atop me, needed to see that pleasure on her face.

“That’s it, Claire.” I ground out those words. “Come for me, let me feel you, see how good it is for you.” I gripped her waist with both of my hands and helped her in her motions.

Back and forth. Harder, faster, adding more pressure.

Her pussy ran over my cock seamlessly. I stared into her face, watching pleasure morph across her expression, knowing it was because of me, feeling pretty fucking territorial right now.

“That’s it,” I said, loving the feel of her on me, pleased that she was getting even more worked up as the seconds moved by. I was breathing so damn hard, and I felt my pulse racing.

I wanted to fuck her senseless.

“Come for me, baby girl. Let me see how good you feel right now.”

And then she did just that.

She had her head tossed back, and her mouth was parted. The cry that came out of her was sexual, sensual. She dug her nails into my shoulders, giving in. For long seconds I could only hold her and watch her face in rapt awe, loving that she was breaking free, giving me the gift of seeing exactly how good I made her feel.

When her body finally relaxed, I cupped the back of her head and tipped it upward toward me so she was looking at me. We stared into each other’s eyes, and then I slammed my mouth on hers, kissing her until she moaned for me. I stroked my tongue along hers, plunged it into her mouth, and made this guttural sound when she sucked on it.

She pulled back, her pupils still dilated, her body tight.

“What do you want, Claire?”

“You,” she said instantly.

I lowered my gaze to her mouth, loving that her lips were red, swollen, a light, glossy sheen covering them. I lifted my hand and ran my finger over her bottom lip, pulling the flesh slightly down, growing harder by the second.

“Suck it into your mouth,” I said, pushing my thumb between her lips. She did so instantly, obeying me so well.

I didn’t want to deny her. Hell, I didn’t want to deny myself.

“Be with me, Xavier,” she whispered.

I cupped her nape, pulled her in close, and claimed her mouth. I wasn’t going to deny either of us any longer. I was surprised I’d lasted this long without coming. Hell, pre-cum was a steady flow at the tip of my cock. I curled my bigger body around hers, her breasts pressed right to my chest, my fingers itching to take hold of them.

“Rock against me,” I said, needing that friction. She started moving her hips back and forth. Back and forth. I broke the kiss, my hands on her waist, keeping her right where she was, pressing her down on my dick.

I lowered my focus to her lips and ran my tongue over first her top one and then the bottom. She moaned, and I kissed her again. Over and over, fucking her mouth with my tongue. My control was snapping.

“Christ.” I looked at her face and breathed out. “I need to go slow, to take my time with you.”

“I just want you. I’m not going to break.”

I growled low. I was going to devour her.