“Baby, you gotta… I’m gonna… Fuck.”
I reach down, grip her arms, and pull her to her feet. Then off her feet. She wraps her thighs at my hips, and I carry her into the bedroom, still kissing her until neither of us can breathe.
But I don’t lay her on the bed. I press her back against the wall and pull a condom from the nightstand drawer—easier than trying to mess with my wallet. She takes the condom from me, tears it open and, in her haste to roll it on, fumbles a little. I love knowing she wants me so badly, she can’t keep her shit together.
I’m about to put her down to drag off her panties when she moves the lace aside and rubs the head of my cock through her wet folds. My mind goes white with pleasure, and even before she releases me, I thrust.
She makes a noise in her throat—part pleasure, part surprise, and presses her face to my shoulder. Then she turns her head and whispers, “Fuck me” at my ear.
Fire licks through my veins, and I obey. I grip her ass and lean into the thrust. Delicious sounds roll in her throat. “Don’t stop, so good.”
I’m high. Completely out of my mind. Everything around me evaporates. I lift her until only the head of my cock is inside her, then let her body weight drop, impaling her with my cock.
“Oh my God, yes.” Her last word is a hiss of need.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, a bite I can feel even through my shirt. I repeat the move, reveling in her pleasure. Her whimpers slide into my ear and encompass my brain. I feel her shatter, her pussy squeeze and spill, but I don’t stop. She bites my shoulder as another orgasm rises and crashes.
Her muscles go soft until she’s hanging on my neck, one hand fisted in my hair. “Jesus Christ…”
She’s deliciously slick, giving me the luscious combination of a wet slide and tight grip, and I wish I could hold out all night. I’m just about to let go when she says, “Wait.” She drops her forehead against my shoulder and rocks her pelvis against mine. “Just one more? I need one more so I’m not thinking about it all during dinner.”
I grit my teeth and pull my head back to look at her, dumbfounded. “Is this the celibacy effect?”
“I think it’s just the Xavier effect.”
“There is a God,” I murmur.
She smiles, kisses my neck, then bites me. “Please?”
“Don’t ever let it be said that I didn’t give you what you wanted.” I pull from her body and lower her to her feet and drop to my knees, because there’s no way I’d hold out long enough to give her another orgasm with that tight pussy surrounding me.
I hold her gaze as I slide my hands up her thighs, then let her panties drop to the floor. I lift one thigh over my shoulder, and the other, so she’s off her feet. I grip her ass and steady her against the wall, then slide my hands toward her thighs and use my thumbs to part her labia before burrowing my tongue into the plump, slick folds until I find the very center of her clit, swollen and peeking out from beneath its hood.
I start with long, slow licks and watch her eyes roll back, her back arches, her hips lift, silently begging for more. But I stay in control, lovingly stroking and sucking until she pushes off the wall and writhes. Then combs her fingers into my hair and holds my head as she lifts.
I lick again, long and slow. Then I draw circles with my tongue. Her chest rises with quick, shallow breaths, her eyes heavy lidded. She’s so fucking beautiful, it hurts.
Her clit is the size of a small grape now, and all she needs is just the right amount of pressure to implode, but having her at my mercy, begging for what I’ve been dreaming of delivering, is completely intoxicating. I love this sense of finally having caught a woman who has bobbed and weaved away from me for over a year.
She lifts her fingers to her lips, sliding two of them along her lower lip, her gaze on me. I tense my tongue and flick it back and forth against the raw nub. Every muscle in Chloe’s body tenses, and her sounds of pleasure rise in pitch.
Just when I feel the very first tremor, I close my lips around the hot button and suck. She cries out, her hips buck against my mouth, and her hands fist in my hair as ecstasy quakes through her. Even as the thrill quiets, I keep licking and sucking until another round of wild quakes makes her cry out. And just because I can’t fucking stop myself, I slide two fingers deep into her heat and stroke the ridges of her G-spot while I suck her off a third time.
When she finally goes limp, I let her slide down the wall and right onto my lap, where I bury my cock into her relaxed, slick heat.
We are going to be so late.
13
Chloe
Xavier holds my hand on the drive to the restaurant. I’m…seriously mellow. He sates my body so completely, I feel wrung out and utterly satisfied. He also leaves me craving more.
Maybe it is the celibacy effect. I certainly can’t remember ever wanting someone with the force I want Xavier. On some level, I think I expected that to be the case, which is also why I waited so long to give in. Because I knew once I had him, I wouldn’t want to let him go. And he’s most definitely not the type to stay monogamous.
As much as that hooks into my existing insecurities, it’s best to be prepared for him to move on. I’ll have to wait to see how I feel then, to decide whether or not we can remain friends. It’s not like we ever talked about the women he was dating before this. At least, not extensively. So it wouldn’t be weird not to talk about them after, would it?
Only, my heart is now in the mix. And, damn, that makes everything so messy.