“Focus,” he ordered, then sucked hard again. “You’re here, not in some fucking book.”
“I know,” I whimpered. “Xavi, I know.”
“Then think of me, beautiful girl. It’s me with my mouth on your pussy. Me worshipping your beautiful body.” He punctuated every statement with a vicious swipe of his tongue, a thrust of his fingers. “Me that loves you, Francesca.”
Love.
It was all I needed.
“Oh!” I cried as my orgasm overtook me. “Xavi!”
He feasted on me as if his life depended on it, tongue and hand moving in disciplined, concentrated movements designed to draw out my ecstasy. I vibrated under him as waves of pleasure pulsed through me.
It didn’t get any better than this. It couldn’t.
Until he showed me how.
Slowly, so slowly, I came back down to earth, only to find him watching me with a satisfied half-smile. His gaze drifted down my body, hovering between my legs. My own gaze dropped below his waist as he stood to remove his pants and boxers. His erection sprang free, solid and demanding.
I licked my lips.
“One day,” he said as he found a condom from his pants pocket before dropping them back to the floor, “it will be only us. No barriers. Nothing between us. You know that, don’t you?”
I could barely nod.
“Yes,” I managed in a voice torn with lust. But then I swallowed, reached up and stopped him just before he rolled on the thin bit of latex. “It could start now.”
Xavier froze, as if he wasn’t sure I’d actually spoken. “Are you—are you sure?”
I swallowed. “I—if you’re safe, then yes.”
He nodded. “I—there’s been no one else since you and I—and I was tested just before coming here.”
I exhaled. I didn’t want to think about him with anyone else. It was a small relief that we had started on somewhat of a clean slate, so to speak.
“I’m on the pill,” I whispered, grasping for his hand. “And there’s only been you, Xavi. You know it’s only ever been you.”
He shuddered as if the truth of my piety to him was too much to bear. “Christ, woman. You’ve no idea what that does to me.”
Without a second more hesitancy, he tossed the condom aside, then pulled my legs apart so he could kneel fully between them. I wriggled under his touch, eager to feel him inside me. But he maintained my legs in a steely hold, staring between them with the look of a man who had just reached the promised land. His cock rested lightly at my aching entrance. Teasing. Provoking.
He slid inside less than an inch. “God, I could tear this body in two, Francesca. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
His words vaguely registered. My God, he really had no idea. I wasn’t the delicate virgin he had known five years ago. I was a mother. My body had been through more than he could possibly imagine.
I grabbed his chin, reveling in the sandpaper texture of his unshaven jaw.
“Believe me,” I said clearly. “You won’t.”
He grunted and surged forward, seating himself fully within me on a low, guttural groan. “Oh, fuuuucckkk.”
I arched back with a gasp, spreading my legs wider to take him fully. He was so big, yes, but still utterly perfect, the shape of him fitting to every part of me with undeniable precision.
His lips found my breast, pulling the berry of my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard as he pulled out and then thrust in, harder this time, eliciting moan after moan that I couldn’t muffle if I tried.
“Fuck,” he breathed again against my neck. “Fucking hell, Francesca.”
My fingers clawed at his broad back. “Xavi, don’t stop! Take all of me, please.”