Xavier

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She was gasping raggedly, and I felt her legs shaking against my face as I slowly nuzzled my way up between her thighs.

At first, as I spoke boldly and touched her and did what my desires told me, I felt like an imposter—I was always waiting for her to tell me no, to stop me, to change her mind. But she never did. The opposite happened, in fact—the more explicitly I told her what I wanted and what I intended, the more boldly I touched her, the more she seemed to enjoy it. The more she seemed to want me, the more she seemed to want what I was doing, what I was saying.

So now, I parted her thighs with my hands, spreading her legs wide, exposing her core. I smelled her essence, and inhaled deeply. I was tempted to close my eyes in enjoyment of her scent and to focus on the feelings, but I didn’t. I wanted to see her. I took my time exploring her—I used my thumbs to spread apart the petals of her womanhood, examining the lovely pink flower within. I slid my index finger inside her, slowly and gently, feeling the wet slick heat clenching around the digit, and I explored the inside of her, watching her, studying her reactions. When I turned my palm face-up and curled my finger in a come-here motion, I brushed against something inside her and she jerked, gasping a shriek.

I flicked my tongue against her clitoris, and she jerked again, but in a different way, and her whimper was different then, too. Different kinds of pleasure?

I did both things at once, touched her inside where it made her flinch and circled my tongue around her clit as I’d discovered she liked best last time; now she arched up off the bed, her heels sliding up my spine. I cupped her ass with my free hand, holding her up, and she clung to me with her thighs, and I massaged that spot inside her and licked her clit, and she went wild. Screaming wordlessly, writhing, panting, moaning.

I kept my eyes open, watching every movement of her body. Her tits shook and swayed and trembled as she ground her core against me, and her stomach flexed and her face twisted into a rictus of ecstasy so potent it looked almost like pain.

I knew the moment she reached orgasm: her voice broke on a whimper, and her spine arched, and her inner walls clamped down hard around my finger, and the taste of her essence burst in my mouth, sweet and tangy and musky and thick and pungent. I pushed her through the orgasm, licking and massaging until she settled back onto the bed limply, panting raggedly.

“I know I said to make me come a dozen times,” she gasped, “but…fuck, I need a minute.”

I lifted her in both hands and settled her higher on the bed, gently depositing her head on the pile of throw pillows, and then moved to sit on the edge of the bed, watching the way sweat dappled her skin, watching the way her gasps for breath made her breasts twitch and sway.

When she’d caught her breath, she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at me. “Jesus, Xavier. You make me come so fucking hard it’s crazy.”

“I love watching you orgasm,” I said, running a hand along her thigh from knee to hip, wanting to touch her again, to make her come again, to watch her come apart from the way I touched her.

She rolled toward me, moving to her hands and knees, crawling across the bed like a primal beast, like a tigress. Her shoulder blades shifted and her breasts swayed and her hips undulated sinuously from side to side, the explosion of red-gold spirals of her hair illuminated and made more red and more gold by the sun.

“My turn,” she purred.

I swallowed hard. “Your turn?”

“To watch you come apart.”

“I want to make love.”

She grinned hungrily. “We will. I’m not letting you leave until we’ve made love so many times we pass out.” She slid off the bed, kneeling on the floor in front of me. “But first, there’s something I want to do.”

“What’s that?”

“Something I’ve fantasized about since the first time I saw you.”

She peeled my shirt off, tossing it carelessly away. Then she trailed her fingertips down my chest, stuttering them over my abs, pausing at the button of my riding leathers. Biting her lip, she undid the button and lowered the zipper. My cock sprang out, still restrained by my underwear. She hooked her fingers in the belt loops at my back and tugged—I lifted up and let her yank the leather pants down my legs and off. Now inside out she threw them aside. Her eyes were greedy, full of blatant lust as she removed my underwear. She did this slowly, however, deliberately tugging the elastic away from my erection, and then tugging them down past my buttocks. Off, then, and the underwear were tossed in a third direction, and now I was sitting naked on her bed, as she had been minutes before.

My erection jutted upward, laying flat against my stomach, straining, aching.

Low remained on her knees on the floor, sitting on her heels, shimmying closer and closer until she was kneeling between my wide-spread thighs. Her eyes met mine, and her hands danced up my calves, over my knees, and slid up my thighs. I had stopped breathing.

I needed her touch like I needed to breathe.

“Low—” I breathed. “If you touch me, I won’t last but a moment.”

She smiled, biting her lower lip. “I know.” She traced my abs, and then ran a finger down my belly next to the column of my raging erection.

“I don’t want to—”

“Just sit and watch. Enjoy what I’m going to do.” She palmed my cheek, rubbing my cheekbone with a thumb, her smile sweet. “Trust me, okay?”

I exhaled carefully. “Of course I trust you.”

“Then let me make you feel good.”

“Okay.”

“Good,” she breathed, and wrapped her hand around my cock. “And Xavier?”

I couldn’t breathe, and barely managed to grate out a reply. “What?”

“Don’t hold back. Not a single thing.”

I smiled in acquiescence. I couldn’t have held back, even if I’d wanted to.

Her fingers slid down, ringed around my cock, stroking my flesh with a slow, loving caress. On the upstroke, her thumb rolled against the tip. Her eyes flicked between my face and what her hands were doing. I clenched my fists at my sides—despite what she’d said, I was holding back…not out of embarrassment, but because I didn’t want this to end.

Her touch was fire, all-consuming, but this time, instead of overwhelming me, I let the sensations own me. I delved into them, accepted them, and lost myself in them.

A few slow caresses, then, first one hand and then the other, and then both, and I was aching and throbbing, breathing hard. Still holding back. Wanting more. Wanting her to touch me forever, wanting the feeling of her hand around my cock to never stop, never end.

She paused, then, with one hand around the base. Her eyes flicked to mine, and then down to my cock again, and the corner of her lower lip caught between her teeth in a smirk that was hungry and lustful and wild and eager all at once. With a toss of her head, she shook her hair so it draped down over her shoulder, obscuring her right breast in red-gold spirals. My lungs seized, and I wondered if she was about to do what I thought she was.

She pulled my cock away from my torso, angling it outward. Leaning forward, she bent over me, and her hair trailed down my thigh, tickling, and the crown of her head brushed my stomach, and then I felt wet tight heat around my cock, sliding slick and smooth and so wet and so hot, and my whole universe shrank down to that sensation, to this moment. Her mouth, on my cock.

More, and more. Sliding down, rising up.

As she moved her mouth upward, her lips around the tip, she took me in her hands and caressed me in slow smooth long strokes, and then her mouth plunged down again and her hands moved with it, a collage and clash of sensations, her hands now moving faster than her mouth, stroking and pumping, and her tongue circled and flicked and licked as she rose up. I heard a wet sucking noise and the ache in my balls was an agonizing throb, and my shaft pulsed, and I felt her mouth pulling off of me with a loud suckling popping sound, and I only barely restrained myself from coming right then.

My cock was wet with her saliva, and she straightened and gazed at it, watching her hands spreading her own slick spit all over me, and then, before I could catch my breath or formulate a thought, she bent over me again. This time, she tilted her head to one side and gazed up at me as her mouth stretched around my organ.

I groaned, the sight of her lips wrapped around me and the lust in her eyes did something to me, made me crazy, wild, with need. She smiled at the noise I made, her eyes crinkling and brightening, and then she wrapped both hands around me again and stroked me as her stretched lips slid slowly downward.

I gasped, gagging on a groan, arching my back and flexing my hips, need overtaking me. She moaned in surprise as I flexed my hips, and her eyes widened, the movement of my hips thrust my cock deeper into her mouth.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—” I gasped. “I didn’t mean to—”

She backed away until I fell out of her mouth, but only to lick her tongue up the side of my cock. “Don’t apologize. Not for anything.” She grinned up at me, then. “Give me everything, Xavier.”

She guided me into her mouth again, and this time her hands just held my cock away from her body, and her mouth did all the stroking, plunging down and up, down and up, tongue flicking and licking and circling.

“Oh…oh god,” I groaned. “I’m…I have to…oh god, Low…Low…”

She moaned, and the vibration buzzed through me like an earthquake.

I watched every moment of it, groaning, gasping as her mouth plunged down around me.

And then I was gone. Unable to stop myself, the orgasm struck with the swiftness of a lightning strike.

I felt myself unleash with a hot pulsing rush, and I heard Low moan in surprise, and then I heard her gulp, and then her lips popped as I slid out of her, and she was caressing me in smooth fast strokes with both hands over my wet slick cock. I pulsed again, and cum dripped out of me, and she glanced at me as she lapped it up, and then plunged her mouth around me in a fast sucking greedy movement, and I pulsed and came and groaned.

When she finally stopped, cum was dripping down the side of my cock and glistening at the corner of her mouth, and she lifted up, smiling up at me, climbing to her feet and onto the bed.

Her tongue flicked out as she lay on her back, licking away the droplet of my seed, and I followed her onto the bed. I ached, still. I’d just come harder than I’d thought possible, but the sight of her stretched out on the bed, breasts heavy, nipples puckered and hard, her pussy glistening and wet with need…I felt myself filling and throbbing with renewed fervor for all of her.

She wiped her mouth with her wrist, and then I was levered over her, kissing her, tasting myself on her tongue and lips, tasting her on mine.

This time, the kiss didn’t end.

We writhed together in the bed, lips tangling and shifting, tongues darting. She was on top, then, somehow, tits smashed soft and thick against my chest; she ground her pussy against my thigh; she was beneath me again, and I had her neck cupped in one hand, clasping her into the kiss, into the embrace, and her hips flexed, and I knew she was as wild with need as I was.

Kissing, writhing, breathing, touching, hands all over, lips everywhere, bodies sweaty and moving and sliding.

I ached.

Throbbed.

After an all too brief eternity of kissing ourselves breathless and wild, I broke away, gasping, levered above her.

“I need you,” I murmured. “Low, I fucking need you. I need to make love to you.”