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The last thing I would’ve pictured was the scene unfolding in front of my eyes.
I didn’t know when Xavier had started feeling so comfortable around me, to the point where he’d walk around just with a towel covering his lower abdomen, water drops clinging to his skin, while my lustful eyes shamelessly roamed all over him.
Somehow, the thought of him not considering me as a potential threat to his chastity made me upset, and being on my period with a terrifying mix of hormones running wild in my body didn’t help much either.
“I have some instant noodles if you’re hungry; they’re in the cupboard.” he said, his attention focused on something that clearly wasn’t me.
I licked my lips and tried to act as nonchalant as possible, but I was growing increasingly aroused by the second, and it was starting to bother me. I could feel my pussy throbbing—wet, unattended— turning into something almost too painful and needy to ignore.
“Yeah, thanks.” I managed to reply, sounding embarrassingly constricted, as if I were fighting inner demons that should never see daylight.
I shifted my position, crossing my legs and clenching them tightly. The sensation between my thighs was maddening, the soft friction nearly impossible to resist. My breathing became heavier, and I could feel my face flushing in different shades of red.
If I didn’t consider escaping his apartment at that precise moment, terrible things would happen.
I stood up, grabbed my jacket, and headed for the main door. I couldn’t stay there any longer; I was fully aware that my face betrayed what was happening inside my head. My eyes alone were probably enough to reveal the blasphemous positions I imagined him and me in.
“You know what? I’ll see you later. I have stuff to do,” I said, hurrying toward the door.
“Why? You said you’d already finished everything,” he said, appearing once more in the doorway of his bedroom. He was still wearing just that soft towel, and I couldn’t help but stare at his musculature. Every inch of him was perfect—majestic. The way his toned body looked as though it had been carved by the most meticulous sculptor was almost too much for the human eye.
“Why haven’t you put your clothes on?” I whispered, immediately turning back to face the door. My words sounded like an embarrassing plea, and my shame reached a dangerous level, making me want to bury my face in the nearest flowerpot, like an ostrich hiding its head in the ground.
“What?” he asked, and I heard his bare footsteps approaching. I froze. My head began to spin wildly, sending me into a maddening spiral of nervousness. The moment his intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, I felt like I was about to combust, surrendering to the igniting impulse growing inside me—harder to control with each passing second.
“Stop! Don’t come any closer.”
He stopped abruptly, and I couldn’t help but mentally scold myself for making the situation far more dramatic than it needed to be.
“Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay. I’m… I’m about to start my period, and I’m feeling unwell and overwhelmed. I’d rather stay bed rotting than… here.”
I still couldn’t see him, but I immediately knew his lips must’ve curled into a smile— one of those he gave me when he wanted to tease me, and I let him. Just imagining such a scene stirred emotions in me that I shouldn’t allow myself to feel, especially not in moments like this.
“So, you hate me every time you’re about to have your period?”
“I don’t hate you. I want to fuck you, which is much worse.”
I wasn’t fully aware of my words until they left my mouth. The silence that followed was deafening.
“You want to… what?”
I opened the door, startled by how cold it felt against my warm skin, and rushed outside.
“Okay, goodnight!”
“But it’s only noon…”
“Bye!”
Saying I flew down the hallway would be an understatement to describe the agility with which I slid toward the elevator. My heart was pounding against my chest, and I was out of breath, as if I had just run a 10-kilometer marathon— even though the distance between Xavier’s apartment and the elevator was less than 10 meters. I slumped into the corner, completely defeated, and pressed the button to close the doors.
I had just managed to steady my breathing when a pale hand appeared between the doors, forcing them open again, and there he was —still wearing that damn towel.
“What the hell?” I gasped, my voice shaky.
In an instant, I was pinned against the cold wall, just to the side of the door. With one hand he held the metal doors open, while the other trapped me between him, the wall, and the button panel.
“Do you really expect me to let you leave after what you said?” he asked, his voice sounding particularly strained.
“You’re still practically naked, and I didn’t say anything.”
“I heard you loud and clear.”
I couldn’t look him in the eyes. I tried to shrink away, but he followed my movement, lowering his arm slightly to block any chance of escape.
“No, that’s not true.”
“You won’t gaslight me.”
“I’m not gaslighting you…”
“Then why are you running away?” he said, looking at me with arrogance.
“I want to sleep.”
I heard him laugh quietly, and a new wave of heat washed over my body as I noticed him hovering over me.
“Let me help you ease the tension here,” he murmured, pressing his finger against my belly, trailing it dangerously low. I grabbed his wrist, stopping the movement.
I swallowed loudly, hating the effect he had on me, and hating even more that he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did, even though I refused to admit it.
“How?” I blurted, pretending to have no idea what he meant. He moved a little closer, and I ended up pressing myself even more against the cold wall.
“I guess you already know how.”
I bit my lip and let out a nervous laugh.
“Are you insane?”
“I know you’ve been fantasizing about me for quite some time. And… we’re good teammates. We made vows to protect each other while fighting, and…”
“Is this some kind of fight to you?” I interrupted, raising an eyebrow. The conversation had taken a turn I didn’t expect, and I had no idea how to deal with it.
“Maybe.”
“We can’t do this…”
“Why not? Are you scared it might end our friendship?” he said, tilting his head.
“It would definitely do so.”
“Then I see no problem.”
I felt a pang in my chest, but I was glad my expression wouldn’t reveal how much his words affected me.
“You don’t care?” I let out, as nonchalantly as possible.
“I do, but I’ve been looking for an upgrade… maybe this is my chance.”
It took several seconds for my mind to process his words. Finally, I looked him in the eyes, hoping he’d notice my expression of disbelief.
“What?”
“Let’s ruin our friendship…” he replied, confirming my suspicions and adding more tension to the situation.
Our faces were alarmingly close. If I had wanted to, I would’ve kissed him right there. The elevator alarm started going off from the doors being open for too long, a sound that would’ve annoyed me at another time had I not been so focused on him.
“Stop—” I managed to say, quietly, almost as if trying to signal the opposite.
“OH, FOR THE DEAR LORD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?”
A shrill voice made me grab onto his arms in surprise. Xavier pressed himself closer to me, as if trying to protect me from whoever had interrupted our moment, when an older woman appeared in the elevator doorway, followed by a small Pomeranian dog wearing a bow as a collar.
“Oh…” was all that came out of my mouth.
She stared at us for a moment, judging us left and right. I kept opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water, not knowing what to say or do, and he was just looking at the woman with that expression of his—so indifferent, but at the same time, amused.
“There are children living in this building, do you guys know that” the woman whispered furiously. “I’m not against the youth showing affection to each other, but in my time, this…”
“We’re sorry, we’ll continue at our apartment.” Xavier said, taking my hand and dragging me out of the elevator with him.
I heard the lady ranting for a few brief seconds before walking toward us. The little dog’s paws echoed in the hallway, which for some reason made me smile.
“Hey! Miss! Sir” Oh, no… I’m calling management—”
I prayed to all the gods that Xavier hadn’t closed the door when he left with me. When it gave way with a push, I knew my prayers had been heard. We rushed in like a storm, and once the door was perfectly shut, we burst out laughing.
“This is insane…”
“We haven’t even started…” he said, and the tone of his voice made me turn to him immediately.
In an instant, he was flush against me. His lips explored mine with a tangible, wild desire. He barely gave me time to wrap my arms around his neck when I felt him lift me, pinning me against the wall. I let out a gasp from the sudden movement and pressed one hand against his chest, pushing him slightly back, managing to put my feet on the floor again.
“Wait… don’t get too excited…”
“Why?” he said, breathless, looking at me with the blue light of his eyes now transformed into a lustful gleam.
“Because…”
I had no reasons other than the obvious ones— the change coming in our relationship, the line I had always been terrified to cross.
“Do you want to do it?” he asked, as his pupils dilated a little more. He seemed under the effect of some drug. Immediately, I cupped his face with my hands and let out a soft gasp as I watched him rub against my skin.
“Yes, but I don’t want us to stop being… friends.”
“Friends don’t want to kiss, or touch each other like this…” he said, showing me that the quiet, well-behaved young man had been relegated to some corner of his mind. His hands slid down my sides, sending tingles all over my body. I adored the gentleness of his touch, how soft his hands looked despite belonging to a hunter. They were almost the perfect deception for any prey, showing the perfection crafted by the most experienced predator to lure its victim.
“So… what are we?”
“You are… my queen. My moon, my first love…” he murmured, sending shivers down my spine.
I blushed deeply. The way those words left his mouth made me feel a warmth that didn’t come from the desire in my heart, but from something else. Something I had never paid attention to, but that felt so familiar, like it had always been there.
“Xavier…”
“We can be whatever you want, except friends. I could never be just your friend.”
I caressed his face, sliding my fingers along his cheekbones, stopping at his cheeks, paying special attention to the shape of his lips. I loved how rosy they were after the kiss we shared a couple of seconds ago. My eyes moved back to his, but I couldn’t bear the gaze and ended up focusing on his mouth instead.
“Don’t do that,” he said, in a breathless sigh.
“What?” I asked, nervously.
Instead of answering, he closed the distance between us again. Now it was his hands cradling my face, and his lips leading mine. It wasn’t a lie that I had fantasized about this moment for so long; just the idea that he might have noticed made my stomach flutter.
I slid my hands down his back, stopping to lightly dig my nails into the soft skin of his waist. I adored the warmth of his body against mine; it was better than the feeling of any blanket in winter.
I felt myself drifting further away, surrendering to that place where my inhibitions dared to challenge me. I pressed my palms lightly against his chest, pushing us apart. His darkened gaze questioned my movement, while I felt as if I were floating, noticing his disheveled state—his chest rising and falling, his hair pointing in different directions, and his fair skin sweetly flushed. He took a step toward me again, but my lips whispered, “Wait,” and I began to remove my clothes.
Seeing me struggle with the button of my jeans, his fingers immediately took over the task of unbuttoning them. Not wanting to waste a single second, I took off my shirt, tossing it carelessly to the floor. His hands began lowering my pants, anchoring his fingers in the delicate fabric of my panties. I couldn’t help but feel excited; his eagerness was so similar to mine, but I didn’t want to rush our encounter. I wanted it slow, lasting enough to drown out any doubt that might plague my mind.
When the fabric of my underwear was about to slide completely down, I grabbed his wrists, stopping him, and placed them back where they had been.
“All in due time,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close. The magnetic pull between us made us kiss instinctively, and I took the chance to bite his lower lip and flash a mischievous smile.
“I’m still going to take them off,” he said, through the kiss.
I blushed even more, feeling my skin burn. His fingers traced a descending path down my back, making me arch and squirm closer to him. My breath had become embarrassingly erratic by then, and just imagining everything that would follow made my core throb, pleading for attention.
We kissed while my pants slid down to the floor. The seconds I spent separating from his lips to remove the garment sparked a sense of anxiety in him, and he surprised me once more by lifting me up again and carrying me toward the couch. He gently laid me down, with a tenderness that made me melt, then hovered over me, positioning himself between my legs. His weight was comforting, and I loved having him so close. My fingers immediately tangled in his hair; I wanted his scent to stay on my skin.
“Teach me how to tie knots,” I said, out of breath.
He looked at me, puzzled, furrowing his brow.
“That towel hasn’t moved at all.” I continued, moving one hand towards his lower half, tugging at the fabric of the towel.
He flashed a smile, his gaze taking on a mischievous gleam, and took my hand, nibbling at my fingers.
“I won’t teach you; I don’t want the knots in your towel to be hard to undo.”
“What an envious creature you are…”
He intertwined our fingers, anchoring our hands above my head. With his free hand, he began to explore the curves of my body, kneading my skin, massaging it, giving me sweet pinches that made me shiver from head to toe. He paused for a few seconds on my backside, and I let out a moan when I felt him squeeze my skin, lightly scratching me.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, leaving kisses that turned into bites. Hearing his moans, his slightly hoarse voice, feeling his rapid breath and seeing myself under his complete control had me a mess. He pressed against me, searching for a contact that almost clouded my mind completely.
My hips responded to his rhythm, my nails scratching at his towel until the knot finally came undone, and the fabric fell against my legs, exposing him to me.
“I don’t have any condoms…” he whispered against my skin.
“Well, then we should stop,” I said, feeling amused as I heard him growl. “Look at me.”
He did, and I couldn’t help but smile seeing his frustration making him look pleading.
“I’m on the pill, will you be okay if we do it without extra protection?”
“Yes,” he said, quickly, and I let out a little laugh.
“You didn’t even think about it…”
“I don’t need to think about it too much.”
He slid an arm around my waist and lifted me, changing our positions. Now I was sitting on his lap, and his hands moved up and down my thighs until they settled on my butt.
He gave me a firm squeeze and my nails dug into his shoulders.
“Be careful,”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, but I’m sensitive. And I’m not going anywhere”
“I know, it’s just that …” he said, moving his hands up my body, sliding them over my hips, until they reached my waist. They kept going up until they cradled my breasts, and squeezed gently, without hurting me. “It’s not enough. I want more.”
“Can I do something?”
He nodded, and I stood up. His hand, reluctant to let go of me, almost pulled me back toward him, but I didn’t give in. Instead, I settled between his legs and lowered myself, sitting on my knees.
“What are you going to do?"
“It’s pretty obvious, don’t you think? Lie down and let yourself go…”
“No, you don’t have to do that if you don’t want…”
“I want to.” I said, gently pushing him softly, making Xavier lean back completely against the back of the sofa. He looked at me with his lips slightly parted, and his brow furrowed just a bit, in an expression that spoke to me of a silent request, which, apparently, he was still too embarrassed to make. He covered my hand—which was on his chest— with his own and intertwined out fingers. I immediately noticed his rapid heartbeat, as If a little bird were trapped inside his ribs, desperate to take flight. I found it endearing, the tenderness and lust fighting for control in my mind, though the latter was winning by far.
I slide my hand down, freeing myself from his grip, tracing his abdomen, reaching his lower part. His dick was hard, resting comfortably against his skin. I ran my finger slowly along the base until I reached the tip, and began to draw circles, caressing it, with excessive care. I spread as much of the precum over his glans as I could, enjoying the slippery feeling.
The sounds that left his lips would remain etched in my mind for a long time, they were delicious, the melody a body emitted when giving in to its impulses. I could have considered myself a music lover, trying to dissect his moans, turning them into a piece of art irrevocably mine.
“I want to touch you too…”
“I need lube, and I assume you don’t have, right? I have an idea,”
My pussy was a complete mess. I could feel the moisture descending through my folds, and for nothing in the world would I dare waste it. I reached my free hand to my panties and pushed them aside, calling for some of my own lubrication to help him with his.
I heard him groan, curse even.
I smiled, pleased.
I rubbed my own essence over his length, and used a bit of saliva, until I finally knew that I wouldn’t hurt him once I started jerking him off. Then, I finally got to the task, helping myself with my other hand to caress his balls.
Seeing him contract his abdomen almost made me lose my mind. The thought crossed my mind to take him completely, to climb on top of him and ride him until neither he nor I could form a coherent thought.
But I couldn’t give in, not yet.
“Would you allow me to touch you… here?” I said, sliding my fingers gently toward his perineum. “I won’t go any lower, I promise.”
He was a hot mess of moans and growls, the sounds coming from his mouth were fuel for my own arousal. I watched his hands scratch at the fabric of the couch. He looked completely out of himself. Covering his mouth with the back of his hand, he looked me in the eyes and growled.
“Yes…”
“Let me know if it bothers you.”
I leaned a little closer to him, and while massaging his sensitive skin, I decided to run my tongue over the tip of his cock, lightly slurping, placing kisses on the tip. I wanted to devour it like a popsicle, although it was impossible to fit everything in my mouth.
His fingers tangled in my hair, and his eyes stayed closed. I would’ve given anything to see his face, to hear the soft murmurs escaping his lips. Watching him lose himself like that, under my control, was an exhilarating feat in every sense of the word.
“Wait… I’m gonna…”
His body tensed, and catching me off guard, I felt something wet splatter across my face. Luckily, it didn’t hit my eyes, or else it would’ve been an unpleasant sensation. I wiped my face and laughed a bit, licking my fingers, enjoying the spectacle in front of me, watching him come undone completely.
“How obscene” I muttered, watching his length throb.
“If it scandalized you, why are you staring so much?” he said, panting.
“I’m not scandalized. I’m… contemplative.”
“How do you know how to do that?” he said, a few seconds later, when he was finally able to control the orgasm.
“Do you really want to know?” I said, knowing my comment would trigger alarms deep in his mind—alarms I enjoyed setting off.
His eyes focused, and he stared at me for a few seconds, furrowing his brows and opening his mouth, but no words came out. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head repeatedly.
I was about to tell him the truth when he suddenly stood up, making me fall backward from the surprise. Before I could crash into the coffee table, his hands slipped under my armpits, lifting me up. I thought he would just keep me standing, but then he slid one arm under my knees and carried me.
“Wait! I have… a request,”
“What is it?” he asked, stopping.
“Can we… could we record ourselves?”
I almost hear the gears turning in his mind as he processed my request. He leaned toward me and bit my earlobe.
“I’m sorry?” he whispered.
“You know I’ll be leaving soon for a mission, and… well, I’d like to have something to… you know, for later.”
“Alright, I’ll send you the video,” he said, continuing his way, but not without grabbing his phone from the coffee table.
Once inside his room, he set me down on the floor and turned me around, guiding me toward his bed with both hands on my hips. I was going to turn to face him, but he ended up pushing me toward the bed. I couldn’t shift my position because—almost immediately— he placed himself on top of me, pressing me into the mattress.
“Answer me… have you done this with anyone else?”
I knew I was playing with fire, but still, I wanted to keep provoking him.
“I think the experience speaks for itself…”
He let out a growl, and his face buried itself in the crook of my neck, kissing my skin, biting me. I let out a soft moan and bit my lower lip. His hands quickly undid the clasp of my bra, but my panties were destined for a different fate. He was determined to tear them apart, and it was clear the thin cotton fabric wouldn’t resist for long.
“You didn’t have to tear them…”
“You’re lying to me.” he said, and it wasn’t a question.
“Xavier… the phone…”
Gently, he pushed my hair aside and pressed a line of kisses from the nape of my neck to the center of my back. His closeness was activating every tingling sensation in my body, and I felt embarrassed by how my body writhed at his touch.
He pulled away for a few seconds, and then I heard him set the phone on the nightstand. I glanced over and noticed the camera pointing directly at us. It had been a request that came to me in the moment, I had no idea my subconscious fantasized about something like that —though honestly— I couldn’t complain.
When he closed the distance between us again, he placed his hand on my hip, turning me to face him. I felt completely vulnerable, a bit self-conscious. I wanted to ask him to turn the lights off and close the curtains, but I didn’t want to feel him move away from me, even for just a few seconds.
He was looking down at me, and I could swear his eyes now seemed dark, dangerously black.
“Come on, get closer,” I said, reaching my hands toward him.
He obeyed my command and came closer, lying on top of me, reclaiming his place between my legs. There was no obstacle to our love now; our bodies were more eager than ever, and our hearts finally beat in sync. We kissed for a couple of minutes; in every way we could think off. He bit my tongue, and then I got my revenge by biting his lips. An “Ouch” slipped from his mouth, and I brought my hands to my face, making a silly gesture with my index fingers, mimicking fangs. He smiled and I was taken by a flutter in my stomach. We kissed again, and just as the kiss grew hungrier and more desperate, he ended up puffing up my cheeks, catching me off guard.
I laughed.
“You’re an idiot”
“Thanks”
He lifted himself slightly, propping himself up on one arm, and placed his free hand on my stomach. It rose until it encircled my left breast and gave me a squeeze, without neglecting my hardened and highly sensitive nipple. Then his hand descended, sliding between my breasts, reaching my abdomen, and then into my belly.
I loved his hands; he had beautiful, long, and agile fingers that were incredibly graceful. I’d lost count of the times I spent playing with his fingers, tickling the palm of his hands, drawing rabbits, and writing my secrets on them.
I wanted to take his hand, but he was faster. With all the delicacy in the world I felt his fingers making their way through my folds, soaking in my moisture.
“You’re quite the mess down here…”
I hadn’t realized I was clinging to him so tightly that, when I loosened my grip on his shoulder, it was left tinged with a soft blush.
“Can you blame me? You moan so… deliciously.” I said, in a breathy whisper.
“Oh, yeah? Well, then it’s my turn to enjoy your charms.”
Leaving my pussy unattended, his hand slipped beneath my thigh, lifting my leg over his hip. Then, his hand pressed me closer to him, not missing the chance to grope me.
He began to rub himself between my folds, massaging my clit with the tip of his cock. It glided in a delicious way, generating sounds that filled the room with an aphrodisiac atmosphere. Everything about him, at that moment, was an erotic composition testing my senses and my patience. I was certain I could climax just from his touch; my body was starting to tingle with growing intensity.
“Put it in already…”
“Not yet”
I knew what he wanted to do; I could read his plan in his eyes, and I let him carry it out.
He kept rubbing against me for a couple more minutes, driving me wild with anticipation. Xavier was attentive to my whimpers, to the way my nails dug into his skin. It was a delicious position —both of us on our sides, face-to face. I pressed myself closer to him, wanting to moan directly into his mouth, to whisper words he never would have imagined hearing from my lips.
I reached a point where that unmistakable sensation became harder and harder to control. I felt my heart racing, my head in the clouds. He seemed to recognize that the moment had arrived and shifted our positions, pushing me back so that my back met the mattress, allowing him to position himself over me.
He entered slowly, taking over my hole, spreading me wide. And that’s when I shuddered from head to toe.
My muscles clenched around him, drawing a guttural growl from his lips. I raked my nails across his back without care, letting out a loud moan. The sensation was exquisite, burning in a way that melted every nerve ending and left me like liquid in his arms, trembling.
“Keep moving, don’t stop” I panted. As if he would simply stop there.
As he continued to slowly penetrate me, I slipped one hand between us, allowing my fingers to trace circles around my clit, which prolonged my orgasm longer than I could bear it.
By that point, my eyes were already filled with tears, and I had completely surrendered to lust. Without stopping his movements, and flashing me a mischievous smile, he straightened up and placed my legs over his shoulders.
“Oh, nice earrings…” I joked, earning myself a thrust. My eyes rolled back, and my head fell onto the mattress.
“You’re very sensitive tonight…”
“I told you… I told you that… that I’m… oh…”
He sank into me again, but this time it felt deeper.
“Slowly…” I said, digging my nails into his hips, letting out a soft moan.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, but you’re very deep”
“You’re very flexible” he said, looking at me with a wolfish smile. No doubt, he was a wolf hidden beneath the skin of a lamb.
“Why do you want to break me?” I whimpered, getting used to the position. His thrusts kept hitting a spot inside me that were causing more sensations than I could control.
“I simply want to test my control” he groaned.
“And you’re losing…” I said, letting one of my legs slide over his arm. But his hand moved quickly, grabbing my thigh, opening me a little wider for him.
The mere scene of seeing him cling to my skin like that reminded me of that sculpture of Hades and Persephone, and immediately my eyes shut tightly, unable to stay open after the wave of pleasure that made me tremble.
His penetrations started out slow, but little by little, they became vigorous, desperate. He seemed to want to bury himself deeper, even if it wasn’t possible. His lips uttered words that I couldn’t fully understand, like forgotten words from another era, or perhaps my mind was cloudy enough to make sense of his devotion.
As best as I could, I refocused my gaze. His forehead was slick with sweat, his eyes completely lost in his own pleasure. The blue that once evoked calm was now an absolute storm. I reached towards his ear, tickling him, knowing well that his earlobes were a highly sensitive spot for him.
When words failed to convey just how much he meant to me, my gaze spoke for everything. I wanted him to notice the feeling shining in my eyes, through tears of pleasure.
I was his, simple as that.
I allowed my legs to fall to his sides, and I decided to wrap them around his waist, moving in sync with his thrusts. With one free hand, he wrapped it around my neck, lifting my face to bring our lips together.
His breath became erratic, his thrusts too; he was about to release, so I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled slightly, making him let out a moan against my mouth. I myself was on the brink of surrendering completely to another wave of orgasms; I couldn’t bear it anymore if he kept angling himself in that position.
Then, marking the end of our choreography, my muscles clenched around him, and trembling, I allowed myself to completely let go. He followed moments later, delivering a few final thrusts until I felt him throb inside me. I brought a hand to my face and let out a long sigh, smiling like a fool, completely lost in ecstasy. The vibrations in his chest told me he was laughing too.
If I was wet before, now I was sure I was dripping. I contracted my muscles around his cock and reveled in the moan he muffled against my skin.
He gently bit my cheek, then licked it, making me smile a little more.
“We’re going to dirty the sheets…” I whispered, caressing his back.
“It won’t spill,” he said, sitting up. I wanted him to stay close, to remain pressed against me a little longer, but he ended up gripping my thighs to lift my lower body toward him, arching me into a position that allowed me to see how his tongue disappeared between my folds.
“Wait… I can’t take it anymore…” I moaned.
His tongue traced patterns on my clit that made me squirm in his grip, the sounds of his tongue slurping our combined essences were about to become my undoing once more.
The overstimulation had me in a state where my limbs felt numb, and knowing I was completely at his mercy didn’t help the growing need to climax again, even if it meant losing myself completely.
“By the way… I think I forgot to start the recording.”
I let out a laugh and covered my face with both hands.
“I should’ve guessed.” I said, falling silent for a few seconds before speaking again, “Your phone didn’t even have battery, right?”
“No.”
Silence.
He buried his face between my folds again, making me moan.
“We can do it again…” I barely heard.
“Xavier!”
My eyes slowly opened, then closed again as the sunlight filtered through the window, stinging my freshly awakened pupils.
I felt as though a truck had run over me, or worse, a spaceship. My arms, legs and hops ached the same way they did after hours of training at the Association, pushing myself to control the weight of the claymore.
I stretched, letting out a long, deep groan, and then curled into a fetal position, pulling my knees to my chest. I rolled onto myself, burying my head in the pillow, savoring the feeling of my limbs stretching and compressing.
I heard a soft laugh, and turned my head to the side, finding Xavier watching me from the doorway, leaning slightly against it, with a cup of coffee in hand.
“Good… morning? Afternoon?” I mumbled.
“Did you sleep well?” He asked, entering the room and setting the coffee cup on the night table. My nostrils flared as I caught the delightful scent, and I smiled a little wider.
“Better than ever. Though everything hurts…”
“I’m sorry…”
“Huh? Why?”
“I feel like I was a bit… rough yesterday.”
“I’m not complaining.”
I sat up, covering myself with the blanket, and he walked over to me, stealing a kiss. It was short, and when we parted, our lips made a clicking sound. I wanted to pull him closer, but he pulled away, turning his back to me. I tilted my head, rising an eyebrow.
“The woman went to complain to management, they’re going to kick me out for moral damage and exhibitionism,” he said, and my heart sank into my stomach.
“What?!?” I blurted, standing up and dragging the blanket with me. I took a few steps, but in the frenzy of my movements, I ended up tripping. If he hadn’t moved, I would have ended up on the floor. I was about to start ranting about the lady when I noticed him trembling. I looked up. He was laughing.
“You’re horrible! You scared the life out of me!”
“You should’ve seen your face,” he said, still laughing, cupping my face with one hand and pulling me toward him with his free arm.
“I’ll never forgive you.”
“Oh no, I would do anything for your forgiveness.”
“Prove it,” I said, releasing my grip on the sheet and wrapping my arms around his neck. The only thing keeping the fabric from falling to the floor completely was our bodies, trapping it between us.
“Are you sure? The coffee might get cold.”
“Prove. It.”
Fin.