Chapter 57

LEILANI.

Zavier kissed me like he couldn't get enough, his mouth devouring mine, his hands everywhere.

He laid me out on the sofa and pulled the nightie who's buttons he already shredded away from me. His strong hands held my pajamas pants and pulled it down my body, leaving me naked in his arms.

He stretched out on top of me and took my lips into another marathon of savage kisses that left my brain in a mush, and the feeling of desire in my lower body intensifying.

I was almost panicked with the intense way he was ravishing me but I forced myself to relaxed. Zavier will never intentionally hurt me, I know that much. It's unintentionally, that worries me.

The hardness of him was cushioned in between my thighs, only his clothings separated our bodies.

He gave a thrust of his hips and I moaned softly as he hit the core of my womanhood, my hands roaming all over him. I trailed his corded muscles of his chest, down to the hardness of his stomach and back up again.

His dazed eyes zeroed in on my breasts and he paused. He stared at them so much, I squirmed soundless under the scrunity.

I watched most of the tension drain out of him. His face lost most of it's hard lines and his shoulder blades relaxed a bit.

He dragged his eyes up to meet mine. Snaking an arm under me, he lifted me a little and pressed down on me carefully in an embrace that caused a soft sigh to escape my lips.

"Fvck...! I'm sorry, baby. So sorry...." He groaned, his big body shaking a little on top of me.

I placed a hand on his chin and searched out his eyes with mine. "Don't apologize, honey. You didn't hurt me..."

"I lost control for some time. I can't afford to loose control, I don't want to hurt you and our baby! Never...!" He rained kisses on my neck and my shoulders, a shiver ran through me.

We stayed in tight embrace for sometime, only our unlabored breathing filled the air. Finally, he raised his head and stared down at me, he's back in control again.

I smiled at him to show him that I'm right here with him.

When we kissed again, it was gentle. Tender. Unhurried. He kissed me so thoroughly, I was lost in him, my legs tangled with his.

He removed his clothes in between kisses until he was gloriously naked like I was. His hands slid up to melt into mine, tangling with my fingers as he bent and drew his lips softly, tenderly, over my mouth.

His chest eased down, his long legs slid against mine in a silence that magnified my ragged breathing and the sound of his body moving against mine.

He trailed kisses down my body until he got to my breast, he rained kisses round the swollen globe.

He palmed one while his mouth searched out the other and he took the nipple into his mouth.

I cried out, the sensation zigging through me like electricity. I held his head to me and gave myself up to the sensations that threatened to overwhelm me.

"Oooohhh...." I moaned at the whiplash of pleasure.

He nuzzled my breasts, tasting their hard tips, suckling them, the thick hair on his chest tickled my skin, making my body tauten with desire.

He never spoke as he lifted his head. He kissed me from head to toe, in ways he never had before, his hands touched me with a mastery that would have made me insanely jealous of the women he’d learned it with if I’d been able to think at all.

"On our honeymoon, I'm going to eat you raw." He held my eyes, "I'm going to taste you in a new way. The way I've always wanted but always restrained."

"Oh God..." Wetness pooled between my legs, and I covered my eyes with one hand.

He chuckled in his throat as he resumed his explore. His mouth teased and tempted and finally devoured mine again. And all the while, he caressed her my womanhood as if my pleasure was the most important thing in the world to him.

He kindled fires and all but extinguished them over and over again until I was on the edge of madness, sobbing aloud for relief from the tension his expert caresses built in me.

"Zavier....pleeease!" I cried out when his fingers brought me to another shattering fulfillment, my breathing so erratic I was almost hyperventilating.

But it was a long, long time later, before he finally eased down between my legs and very gently probed the dark, sweet mystery of my body, covering my mouth with his just as he pushed softly and I opened to absorb him.

I stiffened just a little when he probed in, it's been so long between us and the very size of him is a little uncomfortable.

"Fvck. You taste so sweet, baby. Let me in, sweetie. Let me inside you, my doll." His voice was guttural, so filled with desire.

His words itself was like an aphrodisiac, making me go for liquid inside as I whimpered in my throat. The muscles in my thighs dissolved and my legs fell further open for him.

"Shh..." He kissed my forehead as he probed deeper, until he was hedged so deep inside me, "That's it, baby, that's it."

His moves were slow and gently like it's never been before. So sweet and pleasurable, it took me a moment to realize that the soft feminine sighs in the air was mine.

I clinged to him as he rolled us so that we laid face to face on the sofa. He lifted my trembling leg and rested it behind his butt as he resumed his tenders strokes.

I buried my face to his neck, clinging to him. He was tender as he’d never been in the past, slow and quiet and utterly loving.

Loving. Oh, so loving.

I didn’t open my eyes and I didn’t try to look at him. I laid there drowning in the pleasure each slow, soft movement of his hips created, sobbing rhythmically under the exquisite throb of pleasure that grew deeper and deeper, like a drum beating in her body, beating, beating…

With maddening precision he built the pleasure to a crescendo that left me whimpering like a wounded thing, clinging fiercely, whispering things to him in my need that would shock me minutes later.

But for now, there was no future, no shame. Just here, in his arms.

I pleaded helplessly reaching for the stars only him can give, my whole body rising, shivering in a painful arch, a silent plea for fulfillment.

And, recognizing the end of my endurance, he moved sharply, suddenly, into complete possession in a slow, deep, endless rhythm that sent me spinning right over the edge with a loud cry.

My nails bit into his back helplessly as I shuddered, sobbing under his mouth, crying out in anguished delight, tears raining down my cheeks as I endured the most incredible ecstasy I’d ever felt, so deep and throbbing that it was almost pain.