Chapter 9
Xavier trailed his hand over the curve of her ass, enjoying the flex of her body, while she continued to sleep.
He should let her catch up on her missing sleep, but something about her made him as horny and insatiable as a teenager who had just found his pleasure spot.
It was alarming, yet invigorating and he should cut the cord, before it was too late. But he knew that now that he has had her, there was no way he was letting her go.
It wasn’t love, he knew that. But it was something more. Adriana wasn’t the type of woman that a man could forget about or ever get bored of, after one lay. He should know that, because he had been in company of one too many clingers after a one nightstand.
She mumbled unintelligibly, eliciting a smile on his face, as she turned in her sleep, unknowingly offering full view of her breasts to him.
His cock jerked at the sight of the creamy mound, a bead pre cum licking from the tip.
He really should let her sleep but… fuck it. He can’t keep away, can’t keep his hands to himself. And as he dragged the duvet away from her body, he vowed that this would be the last time he woke her up today.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses to her neck, dipping low between the valley of her breasts. He cupped one in his hand, kneading it with soft rhythmic squeezes, while his mouth surrounded the tip of the other breast, the wash of heat bringing a mist of perspiration to her skin, instantly stirring her from her slumber.
“Xavier, no,” she protested, around a moan, her back arching up, pushing her breast into his mouth more.
His head lifted and he looked at her with stormy blue eyes. “It’s insane, I know. I don’t—I can’t explain it, Adriana, but I have to make you come. I can’t keep my hands off of you.”
One of his hands pushed between her legs, and they fell open shamelessly, her body so aroused she was flushed and almost feverish. His other hand continued to plump her breasts, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive.
“You’re wet for me,” he murmured, his gaze sliding down her body to where he was parting her with his fingers. “You’re so beautiful down here too, plush and pink.”
“So soft,” he groaned, carefully sliding a finger through her swollen nodes.
Her eyes closed against the unbearable vulnerability of being spread out naked and fingered by him, in the early morning light.
This was the first time he was seeing her naked in full light, and it made her feel a little vulnerable, even as sleep and arousal still clouded her mind.
“You’re so snug.” He pulled out and thrust gently back into her. Her back bowed as she clenched eagerly around him. “And so greedy, just like me.”
He pulled out and pushed back into her with two fingers. She couldn’t hold back a moan of delight, waking up fully. The man had talented hands, confident and skilled, and he took what he wanted with them.
“Are you on birth control, Adriana?”
“Yes.” Her hands gripped the edge of the headboard. “Of course.”
“I’ll prove I’m clean and you’ll do the same, and then you’re going to let me come in you.”
Adriana was confused by his declaration but couldn’t trust her mouth to speak.
“Jesus, Xavier.” She was panting for him, her hips circling shamelessly onto his thrusting fingers. She felt like she would spontaneously combust if he didn’t get her off.
Xavier was breathing hard, too. His face was flushed with lust. For her. When she had done nothing more than respond helplessly to him.
His hand at her breast moved to her cheek and brushed over it. “I love it when you blush.”
His smile was both wicked and delighted, and it made her chest tighten. “I want to feel my cum in you when I fuck you with my fingers. I want you to feel my cum in you, so you think about how I looked and the sounds I made when I pumped it into you. And while you’re thinking about that, you’re going to look forward to me doing it again and again.”
Her sex rippled around his stroking fingers, the rawness of his words pushing her to the brink of orgasm. And once again, she wanted to remind him that they had experienced all of that already but she had lost all abilities to articulate words other than to moan helplessly.
“I’m going to tell you all the ways I want you to please me, Adriana, and you’re going to do it all, take it all, and we’re going to have explosive, primal, no-holds-barred sex. You know that, don’t you? You can feel how it’ll be between us.”
“Yes,” she breathed, clutching her breasts to ease the deep ache of her hardened nipples. “Please, Xavier.”
“Shh … I’ve got you.” The pad of his thumb rubbed her clitoris in gentle circles. “Look into my eyes when you come for me.”
Everything tightened in her core, the tension building as he massaged her clit and pushed his fingers in and out in a steady, unhurried rhythm.
“Give it up to me, Adriana,” he ordered. “Now.”
She climaxed with a heady cry, her grip white-knuckled on the sides of the headboard as her hips pumped onto his hand, her mind far beyond shame or shyness. Her gaze was locked to his, unable to look away, riveted by the fierce masculine triumph that flared in his eyes. In that moment he owned her and she would do anything he wanted. And he knew it.
Searing pleasure pulsed through her. Through the roaring of blood in her ears, she thought she heard him speak hoarsely, but she lost the words when he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and covered her cleft with his mouth.
“No,” she pushed at his head with her hands. “I can’t.”
She was too swollen, too sensitive. But when his tongue touched her clit, fluttering over it, the hunger built again. More intense than the first time. He rimmed her trembling slit, teasing her, taunting her with the promise of another orgasm when she knew she couldn’t have another one again so quickly.
Then his tongue speared into her and she bit her lip to bite back a scream. She came a second time, her body quaking violently, tender muscles tightening desperately around his decadent licking. His growl vibrated through her. She didn’t have the strength to push him away when he returned to her clit and sucked softly, tirelessly, until she climaxed again, gasping his name.
She was boneless as he straightened her leg and still breathless when he pressed kisses up her belly to her breasts. He licked each of her nipples, then hauled her up with his arms banded around her back. She hung lax and pliable in his grip while he took her mouth with suppressed violence, bruising her lips and betraying how close to the edge he was.
He lowered her to the bed, only breaking their kiss to roll on a condom before hovering over her once again.
He began to push into her agonizingly slow. They were so focused on connecting, they weren’t even kissing. Just breathing against each other’s mouths. She squeezed her eyes shut as he tried to fit his entire length inside her. Even though she was massively lubricated, it still hurt for a few seconds, and when he started to move, the pain was replaced by a pleasurable fullness that made her moan.
He kissed her again, cupping her breast while he kissed her. After about a minute of this position, he pulled out of her and rolled her flat onto her stomach, entering her from behind. He lowered his mouth to her ear as he pulled out and whisper, “I’m going to take you in every position I’ve imagined us in.”
His words felt as though they had settle in her stomach and caught fire. “Please,” was all she could say.
With that, he placed a palm against her stomach and pulled her onto her knees, pressing her back against his chest without slipping out of her.
His breath was warm against the back of her neck, as she snaked a hand up and grip his head, pulling his mouth against her skin. That position lasted about thirty seconds before his hands slipped to her waist, rotating her so that they were facing each other and then slid her back onto him.
She felt weak against his strength, his arms effortlessly moving her around the bed every few minutes. She let him take her however he wanted her.
And he did, for over half an hour. Every time he seemed close to release, he pulled out of her and kissed her until he took her again, kissed her, repositioned her, took her, kissed her, repositioned her again. It was a cycle she never wanted to end.
His palms were now sliding up her stomach, to her breasts, cupping them in his hands, as he began to lower his mouth to her groin area, slowly parting her with his tongue. She let her head fall back and moan so loud, she had to cover her own mouth.
La petite morte, little death in French. It was what the French people called an orgasm and it seemed like Xavier had a mission of making her die from orgasms. It was a death she wasn’t sure she could complain about.
He also seemed to like the noise because he did the exact same thing with his tongue again, and the ecstasy that surged through her propelled her forward until she was gripping the headboard. She bit down hard on the wood, to stifle the sounds of her climax.
After she came, she pulled away from the headboard and opened her eyes, seeing the fresh marks she had left behind. Just as she ran her thumb over them to wipe away her saliva, Xavier pushed her onto her back and she was suddenly beneath him again. He didn’t even need to enter her to reach his climax. He pressed himself against her stomach and she felt the warmth spilling onto her skin as his mouth found hers once again.
