Chapter Nine
Chanel
Oh shit! Oh shit! I wasn’t ready! I thought over and over, as he fed me every inch of his hard thickness. My fingers tightened around the upper parts of his strong arms, anchoring myself to him.
“Don’t run,” he commanded, gripping my hips to keep them from moving. He paused, letting me adjust to his size. He began to move, and I gasped as he pulled all the way back, and then bottomed out in me.
“Shiiiit, X,” I panted as I locked my feet around his ass.
“Nah, say my whole name when I’m balls deep in this pussy,” he ordered, giving me another long stroke that had me seeing double.
“Xavier,” I panted.
He gave me a lascivious grin before lowering his head to take my lips. He picked up his pace, setting a rhythm I struggled to keep up with. The moans fell from my lips once he moved his head into the crook of my neck. I threw my head against the pillow, digging my nails into his biceps.
When I felt myself adjust to his size, he began to pick up his pace, drilling into me at the same time he began sucking on the space where my neck met my shoulder. I shivered all over, squeezing my legs even tighter around him. My hips began lifting to meet his strokes.
“Xavier,” I moaned.
“Damn, girl. I didn’t know shit would be this good,” he grunted. He pulled back, spreading my legs and gripping his hands under my thighs.
“Fuuuckk!” I screamed when he pushed my legs nearly all the way to my damn ears. Holy shit, I was sure this man was trying to kill me with this position, leaving me completely exposed to him and no room to move. I raised my hands to grab the headboard behind me, but all I could do was place them flat against the wood paneling. Xavier showed my pussy no mercy as he gave me long stroke after stroke. I could feel every ridge of his dick inside me as he slowly pulled out, only to ram back in. Still not wanting to go out like a complete punk, I squeezed my pelvic muscles around him and grinned confidently when his rhythm broke slightly as he moaned.
“You think that shit is funny?” he growled before leaning all the way down over me, putting all of his weight on me. He hovered just above me, lips grazing mine as he continued to stroke at my core. Only our smacking skin against skin could be heard in the room. My legs began shaking when he reached down, rubbing his thumb against my clit.
I moved my hands from the headboard to his shoulders, bracing for my second orgasm. My toes curled, and I threw my head back and let out a silent scream as my body shuddered and convulsed for a second time that night. Somewhere in my orgasm-induced haze, I heard Xavier above me grunting and felt his body shaking as his orgasm claimed him.
A while later, he carefully lowered my legs to the bed, allowing me to catch my breath. His arms engulfed me, and he kissed my forehead. My eyelids fluttered shut, sleep ready to pull me in. I felt the bed tilt as Xavier exited, but I was too spent to look over to see what he was doing. I don’t know how much later it was when I felt a warm, wet cloth between my legs, cleaning me off.
“You good?” his deep baritone asked.
“Mmm,” I sighed in what was supposed to be a “yes,” and buried myself deeper into his Egyptian cotton sheets.
I heard his chuckle as I tried to drift off to sleep, only to be awakened seconds later by an aggressive pulling off of the sheets I’d cocooned myself in.
“Wake that ass up. That was only round one,” he laughed at the same time he pulled me up, turning me, so I was on my stomach.
“Xavier, what are you do—shit,” I hissed as he pulled my hips up from the back and slid into my still-wet canal. “Yesss!” I screamed as he began pounding me from behind.
I pretty much discerned at that moment that sleep was going to be nonexistent for the rest of the night.
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“Urgh,” I groaned as I stretched upon awakening the following morning. It’d only been a few hours since Xavier finally let up on my ass and allowed me a little bit of sleep. As I awoke, my body was sore in places I’d forgotten even existed. Shit! Had it been that long since I’d had sex? And really good sex? Even longer.
I laughed and shook my head. Who the hell was I kidding? It’d been ‘Never-uary’ since I’d had sex like that, which was exactly why, when I peeked over my shoulder and saw Xavier still sleeping, I decided I needed to get the hell out of there.
A wave of guilt washed over me, thinking about leaving this man who was just as beautiful asleep as he was awake. I shifted, grimacing at the soreness between my legs, so that I could take a close look at him while he was still unaware. I let my eyes scan over the rich and smooth chestnut color of his skin, the strong outline of his jaw, his beautiful pronounced nose, and finally those pillow-soft, full lips. I wanted to run my tongue along those lips one last time before leaving his bed, but fear of awakening him held me back. Instead, I settled for lightly running my finger along his lower lip, savoring the feel of him.
After that, I dragged my sore and aching, yet thoroughly satisfied body out of his bed as quietly as possible. When I made it out of bed, I glanced back, but his lids were still sealed, jumping from the movement of his eyeballs from REM sleep. I breathed a little more easily when I found my romper and shoes from the previous night. I couldn’t find my panties, assuming they were somewhere under the bed or in the sheets, so I settled for putting on my bra, which was lying by the door.
Grabbing my purse and taking one last glance over my shoulder, I quietly exited, opting to not put my heels on until I was downstairs, in order to make as little noise as possible. Once at the front door, I tapped my phone, summoning an Uber to Xavier’s address. I prayed like hell he didn’t have an alarm as I opened the front door and stepped out.
Thankfully, there was none, and I nearly tripped and broke my damn neck trying to sprint for the front gate which, also thankfully, needed only the press of a button to open from the inside. Less than five minutes later, my Uber was pulling up, and I quickly hopped in, hoping the driver wasn’t one of the ones who loved talking to their passengers. The guy looked to be in his early twenties, gave me one look and smirked, assuming he knew what I’d been doing all night. I pulled out a mirror and frowned at my appearance. Yup, one look and anyone with any reasonable deductive skills would know what the hell I’d been up to just a few hours before.
Whatever.
Thankfully, we mostly drove in silence on the twenty-minute trek back to my condo. As soon as I made it inside, I peeled off my clothes and headed straight to the bathroom for a long, hot, steamy shower. After moisturizing my body, I didn’t even bother putting on clothes. I lay down on my bed, replaying the events of the night before, and admittedly, the best sex I’d ever had. I could never let it happen again.