He pushed one finger inside me, and that was all it took to make me fall over the precipice.
Xavier let my hips down on the couch, and he leaned back so that he was between my legs, taking me back into his mouth.
My back arched, trying to get away from him.
He settled his hand on the lower portion of my stomach, holding me still as he continued his rough movements.
“Oh, no,” I groaned.
The bastard just laughed against me.
My head moved from side to side, still not having quite come back down from the first orgasm, and this wasn’t helping.
My skin was still so sensitive.
I tried to move back again, but he wasn’t letting up.
Not until he drew out another orgasm from me.
And another one.
Tears stung my eyes. “No more.”
I didn’t think I could take it anymore.
He kissed his way up my body, settling between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he leaned down and kissed me softly.
I closed my eyes, savoring the taste of him—and me—just as he pressed down against me.
I gasped and pulled away.
We didn’t say anything as he continued to dry hump me until I could feel a small hint of orgasm peeking out.
“Xavier.”
His eyes shifted.
“Xavier,” I said.
I wanted him to fuck me. But I didn’t know how to ask for it.
He cupped my cheek and kissed me roughly before pulling away, a world of emotions in his eyes.
I tugged on his shirt, and he helped me pull it off.
“How’s your wound?” I asked, eyeing the white gauze.
“Barely notice it.”
“Good,” I breathed out, taking in his naked torso for the first time.
Fuck. He was toned and muscular and tattooed.
Not as heavily as I thought.
There was one naked woman on his bicep that I was fascinated by. She looked like a goddess, with her long hair shifted to the side, as if the wind was blowing on it. There was one of a realistic lion on his right rib. I let my fingers trace along the words written underneath. It was in another language… Latin, perhaps, and I couldn’t wait to explore more thoroughly. A skull tattoo with butterflies coming out of it sat on his chest…
And I lost track of the others when he cupped my breast again and played with my nipple.