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My boyfriend, Xavier and I have been living together for a while. One morning, I wake up before he does, preparing my own simple breakfast of scrambled eggs and ham. I cook a portion for him as well, setting it on the dining table.
But, before I can walk out the door… he’s there. His hair is ruffled, his eyes barely open as he leans against one of his tall bookshelves.
“You’re leaving already?” Xavier asks sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
“Yeah…”
When I process his words, I stop in my tracks immediately, mind spinning.
No way.
My mind travels back to that steamy night in the shower, and my skin flushes hot all over again.
He said the same thing then.
“… I’ll be back soon,” I mumble to him, speed-walking out of the door.
“Sure. Take care,” he yawns.
Thanks to him, my work day becomes mostly unproductive. I can’t stop fantasising about how he’d trapped me against the bathroom door, whispering not to leave. And the way he’d stripped me and kissed me in the tub after, his hand slipping between my thighs-
I slam the lid of my laptop down.
“MC? Are you ok?” my colleague Tara asks with a worried expression. I give her a tight smile, resisting the urge to fan my flaming cheeks.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… thinking about things.”
Like my stupidly attractive partner and the things he does to me.
I decide to clock out from work early that day, giving the excuse of a dinner reservation with my dear boyfriend.
The moment I reach home, I stumble through the door, right into Xavier’s outstretched arms.
“You’re welcoming me back so warmly. Did something happen?”
Oh…
A fragment of his voice drifts in my mind, but this one is breathless. Needy.
“This is welcoming me back so warmly. Can you feel it?”
Not again!
Flushing, I shove at his chest, mumbling something about “needing to cool off”. He seems to understand, backing off with a chuckle.
There’s no way he isn’t doing this on purpose…
After an extra long shower (that involved my fingers on my clit), I dry myself off and change into an oversized sweater that reaches mid-thigh, paired with soft cotton panties.
The moment I step out of the bathroom, I bump right into Xavier’s chest.
“Oh!”
I let out a surprised gasp, stepping back.
“Sorry…”
The words die in my throat when something occurs to me.
If he’s standing right outside... Does that mean he heard me?
A flush spreads across my face, made deeper by the way his gaze roams me from head to toe, and back up again.
“I can explain-”
“No need. I heard you loud and clear.”
His voice is calm, yet it contains a rough undertone that makes me shiver. Combined with the heated way he stares at me…
My thighs squeeze together.
He notices, clenching his jaw.
“Come with me.”
Xavier brings me to the couch, prompting me to sit beside him.
“You seem distracted today. Is something bothering you?” he asks in a soft voice, his hand pulling me close by the waist.
Not in the way that you think.
“Hrmph.”
I lean on his shoulder, mumbling an incoherent affirmation.
“What?”
“You. It’s all your fault,” I grumble.
He blinks.
“Me?”
His innocent tone immediately makes me suspicious.
“You- Mmph!”
I open my mouth to accuse him, but he quickly shuts me up with a kiss. His lips roam warmly over mine, kissing and licking, enough to make me melt.
I sigh as he nips at my chin, then my jaw, his lips eventually skimming down to my throat.
“You’re… ah… doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” I ask breathlessly, whimpering as his tongue runs along the column of my neck.
“Saying those things to rile me up?”
His lips curve in a smile against my skin, confirming my words.
“Did you only just realise?”
His voice is light with amusement, at odds with the naughty hand sneaking beneath my sweater.
His sweater, I realise belatedly. I’d worn his sweater like it was second nature.
Maybe that’s why he’s so excited…
“I didn’t think you’d remember the things I said… but it seems that you do.”
His hand finds my bare breast, squeezing.
“Tell me. How should I reward you?”
A reward? That’s rare, coming from him…
He usually punishes.
I shiver, feeling my nipples harden.
“I… I don’t know.”
He turns his head, lips skimming my shoulder.
“Really, Miss? Then I’ll do whatever I like.”
Whatever he likes…?
My mind flashes back to the times he has me pinned beneath him, hips slapping against my ass, and I flush a deeper shade of crimson.
“Wait!”
“Hmm?”
He sounds more amused, as though he knows the exact path my mind just took.
I chew my bottom lip.
“I have… something in mind.”
“Mm…”
I lie stretched out on the couch, Xavier’s sweater bunched above my chest. As his lips travel up my stomach, sucking one of my sensitive breasts into his mouth, I let out a sigh of pleasure.
“Haa… yes. More.”
Xavier responds with a humming sound, his tongue laving at the underside of my breast. I’m whimpering now, my legs tightening around him.
Oh… this feels so good…
He teases me until I can’t take it anymore, my panties soaked through.
When I lift my hips, grinding my clothed core against his crotch, he seems to get the hint, shifting down to lay between my thighs.
“You smell… so good,” he whispers softly, peeling my sweat and slick-soaked panties down my legs. I’m exposed to him, and he nuzzles my inner thigh, his breaths hot against my dripping folds.
He doesn’t dive in right away, and I realise that he’s waiting for permission.
“Give it to me. Please,” I whimper, spreading my legs wider for him.
That does it for him. The moment I feel his lips on me, my back bows, a silent scream escaping.
He devours like a man starved, his tongue flattening over my cunt. Making sure I can feel every bump.
When he starts to attack my clit with kitten licks, I writhe against him, one hand threading through his fluffy hair.
“Oh… f-fuck… That feels so good,” I whimper, and he responds with a low hum that vibrates my folds.
“Ngh… That too…”
He repeats it, and my thighs instinctively clench around his head.
“Mmph-”
I must be smothering him, because his hands find the backs of my thighs, pushing them further apart. Or, maybe… he was just giving himself better access to my pussy.
His tongue makes rough, quick swipes across my clit now, and I’m nearly weeping from how good it feels. My entrance is teased occasionally, making my hole clench with want.
“Put your fingers inside. Please,” I beg breathlessly.
He chuckles, wetting the tips of his fingers with his mouth. When he swirls them around my soaked entrance, getting them even wetter, I whimper a soft plea.
“Hurry…”
“Patience,” he murmurs, before slowly easing his middle finger in.
“…!”
I shiver from the stretch, feeling my walls squeeze around him.
When I’ve adjusted, he begins to thrust his finger in and out of me, pushing deeper inside each time. The slick sounds that arise are obscene enough to make me flush.
“You’re so tight...” he whispers, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Can you even take me?”
Yes. Fuck yes.
“Please… I can,” I whimper, squirming as his index finger pierces me as well.
“Really?” he chuckles, spreading his fingers deep inside me in a V. When he begins to curl them, rubbing against my sensitive spot in a “come-hither” motion, my eyes roll back.
Oh god…
“Am I doing it right?”
You’re doing it perfectly.
“Ah…”
Instead of responding with words, I let out a wanton moan, rolling my hips against his hand. Seeking more.
He laughs at my enthusiasm.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl.”
“Hnn… ngh…”
My eyes stay rolled back as his thumb finds my clit as well, circling firmly.
“You’re close, aren’t you? This pussy is dripping all over my hand…”
His eyes are fixed on where I engulf his fingers, alight with a deep hunger.
“I can’t wait to fill it up.”
That does it for me.
“Ah-”
White hot pleasure seizes me, my back bowing as I clench around his fingers. I feel myself gushing on his hand, his fingers fucking me through my orgasm.
It feels about a hundred times better than when I had come in the shower by my own hand. And when I think it’s over… he keeps going.
“Ohh… stop-”
Even as I grip his wrist, he continues to press against my sensitive points, making me cry out.
“I already came… ngh…”
“It’s not enough.”
His intense gaze fixes on me, making me shiver.
“Do it again for me, baby. Come on my fingers.”
He replaces his thumb on my clit with his tongue, and I am unprepared for the burning pleasure that seizes me once more.
“Xavi!”
His eyes meet mine, dark with desire. Words fail me as he sucks my swollen clit into his warm mouth.
With renewed vigour, he pulls harshly on the hypersensitive nub, his fingers pressing and rubbing firmly against my spongy walls.
Too much…!
Overstimulated, I squirm in his hold, incoherent noises escaping me.
“Nngh…! Haa...”
The pleasure swells to a crescendo as I dig my heels into his back, trying to stay grounded.
“Gonna come- mh!”
Mewling, I fall into another orgasm, minutes after the first… but it feels wetter this time. More intense.
My hips buck, and I feel streaks of fluid spurt from one of my holes as the pleasure edges into overstimulation.
Ohh… think I’m squirting…
“Stop,” I moan, eyes crossing as he continues to lick at my clit, forcing more spasms from me.
“Mmph.”
He shows more mercy this time, his lips shifting lower to my entrance.
When I stop twitching and glance down, I notice how big of a mess I’ve made on the cushions and on him. His angelic face is drenched in my juices, clear strands sticking to his hair. A painting of debauchery.
He continues to gently lap at my folds, his eyes squeezed shut in bliss.
Does he like it that much…?
Weakly, I prop myself up on my elbows, one hand reaching up to grasp at his hair.
“You can stop now…”
“Hm?”
Xavier’s eyes slowly flutter open, and I shiver at how fucked out he looks. His pupils are blown wide with arousal, nearly overshadowing the blue of his irises.
“Oh.”
He finally tears his mouth and fingers from me, licking his lips.
“You taste so good…”
He sits up before me, exposing his hardened cock.
When did he take off his clothes? I wonder, dazed.
The tip is red and swollen, nearly pressing against his stomach. I notice some precum smeared on the cushions, where he’d grinded his hips into while eating my pussy.
“Did you…?”
He shakes his head.
“No. I was patient.”
He shifts forward, pressing his length against my slit.
“Don’t I deserve a reward for that?”
His eyes are pleading, but I sense the subtle command in his tone.
“Wait…”
I push at his side with my foot, and he grips my ankle, bringing it up to his shoulder.
“What is it?” he asks softly, pressing a kiss to the side of my foot. Although his body practically vibrates with impatience, he holds himself still, awaiting my response.
I chew my lip.
“I need a break. I’m tired.”
My body feels like jelly right now…
He sighs.
“Oh, you poor thing… Did I make you come too hard?”
I nod, flushing.
He chuckles.
“Since you asked so nicely… I’ll let you rest.”
His words are gentle, but his actions don’t match. My eyes widen as he brings my other foot to his shoulder, rubbing his length between my slick folds.
“Wait, what are you-”
“Shh. Let me do it.”
Gripping both of my ankles, he slowly pushes into me, making me gasp.
“I thought… ngh… you said you’d give me a break…?”
He smiles, bottoming out.
“I said… I’d let you rest. I didn’t say we’d be stopping.”
“Ugh… you-”
The rest of my words are quickly forgotten as he pulls out and slams back into me, hitting my deepest point.
“!!”
“See? I’m doing all of the work…”
Thrust.
“Right?”
Thrust.
Oh god… he’s so deep…
“Ngh…”
My jaw slackens, and I lose the ability to form coherent words. All I see is him kissing the side of my foot, his hips rolling as he leisurely fucks into me.
“You’re so tight and warm…”
My thighs tremble as he grinds his pelvis against mine.
“I’m glad we didn’t stop.”
As he gradually picks up the pace, I begin to writhe against him, hands fisting the pillow beneath my head. The fleshy slaps of skin on skin echo in the empty living room, mingling with our shared breaths.
“You can do another for me… can’t you?”
He leans over me, keeping my hips trapped between him and the couch.
“I want to feel you come again…”
Lost in his eyes, I can only helplessly moan, feeling him all around.
His hands leave my ankles to cup my breasts, his thumbs playing with my tingling points. When I begin to shiver from the pleasure, they shift elsewhere.
One slides beneath my back, angling my hips perfectly to meet his thrusts. The other finds my pussy, his thumb peeling my hood up and rubbing my oversensitive clit until I cry out.
“Ah! Too much-”
Xavier smirks.
“Really? But you’re clenching so hard...”
“Should I go faster?”
Too fucked out to think, I nod, eyes blurring.
He complies with a chuckle, hips slapping against my ass at a faster tempo. My toes curl, moans fragmenting as he fucks the air out of my lungs.
“Come for me… and I’ll fill you up,” he whispers between pants, his thumb at my clit stroking in a maddening rhythm.
“You want that, right? Or would you rather I… ngh… pull out and come all over those pretty tits of yours…?”
Both sound good, but…
I respond by tightening my walls around him, forcing his pace to stutter. He seems to understand, his lips curling in a smirk.
“Ah, so you want it inside… Good choice.”
Xavier leans over to press his lips to my forehead, and I take the opportunity to tug his head down for a searing kiss. It’s not really a kiss, more like sharing breaths and groans between open mouths… but the heat is dizzying.
I sense the moment he gets close, his thrusts faltering. I’m teetering on the edge as well, my walls bearing down on him.
“Let’s… come together,” I suggest breathlessly, hands tightening in his hair.
“Good idea.”
His voice is low and soft. I feel it all around me like a warm blanket.
“Haa…”
With a final thrust, he pushes his tip right against my cervix, releasing with a shuddering sigh. I come at the feeling of his hot seed spreading inside of me, my hips twitching uncontrollably.
As the pleasure ebbs, he reaches one hand out to tuck a wet strand of hair behind my ear. His expression is unguarded, eyes filled with tenderness as he gazes at me.
“Are you alright?” he asks softly.
I nod, wincing as my lower back throbs.
“Yeah, just a little sore.”
“Hmm… I see.”
“I’ll give you a massage later. How does that sound?”
“Then, I’ll let you tie my hands and have some fun next time. How does that sound?”
Another flashback…
I nod, shivering.
He mistakes it as discomfort, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“Stay here. I’ll clean you up.”
As he climbs off the couch, I continue to lie there, dazed.
That was… really good. I wonder how many new memories I’ll gain for next time.
But, for now…
My eyelids droop in exhaustion, my body relaxing into the cushions.
I need to rest.
“MC?”
Xavier walks back into the living room, damp towel in hand.
Upon hearing the soft snores emanating from his girlfriend passed out on the couch, he chuckles quietly.
“Of course she fell asleep…”
He walks forward and squats beside the couch, reaching his finger out to playfully poke her cheek.
She looks so peaceful when she sleeps…
Although an aching hunger lingers in his core, he ignores it, opting to watch over her with tender eyes.
Her face is relaxed, the corners of her lips lifting as she murmurs sleepily.
Looks like she’s having a good dream.
Xavier smiles, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. Then he begins to gently clean her body.
I wonder what she’s dreaming about…
Will she ever find out that I have “flashbacks” about her too?