“Make love to me, Xavier,” I beg against his ear. “Please.”
He doesn’t say anything, his lips wet and warm against my neck as he moves his body on top of mine, guiding my legs apart.
I feel his hands tugging at the seam of my dress and I move my hips, helping him pull it over my head. I reach behind me and unhook my bra, and he pulls it away. For the first time in over a decade, I’m almost naked in front of a man. The only man who’s ever seen me naked. I bite my tongue, my hands coming up to cover my breasts.
“No. Don’t,” he says, gently brushing my hands away.
He rocks back on his heels, looking down at me, running a finger from the tip of my chin, along my neck, down between my breasts, over my stomach to rest gently between my legs.
“You’re more beautiful than I even remember.”
The blush streaks up my neck and down my chest. “Really? I’m not eighteen anymore.”
“No, you’re a woman now. A gorgeous, sexy, irresistible woman.”
He leans down, his beard tickling my stomach as he drops his lips over my right nipple.
His breath is searingly hot, and it sends a rush of heat from my nipple all the way down to the pit of my stomach.
“Oh…” the moan escapes my lips without my consent.
The sound seems to trigger something in him and his hand moves down, cupping me between my thighs, grinding the ball of his hand against me.
I feel my hips tilt to meet his hand, feeling my wetness grow.
Xavier pulls his mouth away from my nipple kissing down my stomach.
“So smooth…” he mutters, as his fingers hook into the sides of my panties, and slides them down my legs. I reach to pull the strap of my stiletto down and his hand follows, fingertips grazing my thigh. “No, leave them on,” he whispers, and at this point, I’ll do anything he says.
I’m not sure how keeping my shoes on makes me feel even more naked than I already am, but it does. Or maybe it’s the way, Xavier is looking at me, his eyes sliding over every inch of me, like he’s trying to brand it into his brain.
“Xavier,” I say, and his eyes come up to meet mine. “It’s been twelve years.”
His face breaks into a grin and something in the mood shifts. He slides out of his track pants, and I see his cock spring out. Hard. Ready.
Ready to be inside me.
He leans over kissing up my body again. I can declare right now, that I could live my entire life with Xavier’s mouth on me.
His tongue drags up my neck and a shiver trickles down my spine.
“Oh, Xave…”
“You need to stop moaning. Or else this is going to be faster than it already will be.”
“The faster we finish, the faster we can do it again.”
I take his hand and slide his finger into my mouth, sucking on it. He growls and his eyes turn dark. His hand disappears down my body and suddenly, he’s touching me, sliding his finger around my wetness.
My breath catches, I try to remember what he used to do, but no blood is going to my brain.
Then his finger is inside me.
Deep.
“You are ready,” he growls, and I dig my nails into his chest.
“Yes.”
I lean back, his hands pushing my thighs apart, I feel him move, and there’s a pause.
And then he’s inside me.
Fast, hard, deep.
“Oh, Xavier.”
His hands are gripping my thighs so hard, I know there will be a bruise later. But I don’t care.
“Malynda… I have waited so fucking long for this. To be inside you again.”
I push my hips down, taking him deeper, and he grunts.
He pulls back, and then thrusts forward, our bodies moving with the force.
“Oh!”
And he does it again.
And again.
My body slides over his slick cotton sheets, but he just grips my hips and pulls me towards him again, impaling me on his hardness.
I can barely breathe. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he leans over, flicking his tongue over my nipple. Stars burst in front of my eyes.
“God, Malynda, you are so hot,” he growls, “I’ve missed being inside you.”
I can only moan in response.
Our movements are faster, more erratic, there’s no rhythm, just him driving himself in and out of me, each time pushing me closer to the edge.
His pubic bone grazes against mine, his body hard and strong on top of me.
“Make me come, Xavier,” I beg him.
And he knows how.
He pulls back, the tip of his cock still inside me, but his thumb on my most sensitive spot.
“Oh, fuck!” I yell, as he circles, smaller and smaller circles until it feels like a constant torrent of caresses on my clit.
“Yes… yes… yes…” I mumble and he moves his hand faster, harder.
And just as I feel the wave crash over me, he drives his cock into me.
I come. I come so hard I barely notice him joining me.
I feel myself squeeze him, as my back arches and I gasp for breath, my hands, digging into his shoulders.
He falls on me, and I feel my legs fall open, to the side, exhausted.
“Malynda…” he murmurs, and I just move my hand to the side of his face and stroke his cheek in response.
And we stay there until we meet again in our dreams.
Him
She’s sleeping.
Her face completely relaxed, her hair splayed all over my pillow, like a golden fan. And she’s completely naked. Well, except for her heels. I grin a little at how sexy she looks in them.
And how fucking hot she looked while I slid myself into her. Her body curving and soft and wanting. I can’t help comparing her to the girl I knew. All the sweetness is there, but she’s grown into this woman who no man can resist.
I wonder how she’s been able to hold them back all this time.