before he crushed his mouth against mine, and grasped the back of my head, forcing me against him. He increased his pace and more water crashed onto the floor. His other hand squeezed my breast, while teasing the taut peak with his thumb.
He fisted my hair and drove up into me harder. He yanked my head back, releasing my lips, and moved to my throat, kissing, licking, and nipping the sensitive skin as his frenzy crescendoed.
His name left my lips on a pant, “Oh, Xavier...”
“Yes... That’s it. Come for me.” He hissed through gritted teeth as my body responded to him. His movements quickened.
My back arched, and the sensation built; I was close.
“Tell me...”
The words, he needed to hear them. “I love you.”
He moved his hand to my hips and gripped, pushing down, as he buried himself as deep as possible. “Oh, Elaine... I’m coming. I love you. Oh, God...” His back muscles spasmed under my touch, and he exposed his throat to me.
In the end, the words were all I needed too. I tightened around him, my body shuddering with pleasure. He leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue. I quaked in his arms. The warmth inside me from his release radiated through me.
He withdrew, eased me onto the surface of the tub, and rose to his knees. “Stand up.”
I did as he asked.
He placed his hands on my leg and widened my stance.
I smiled a bewildered smile at him. “What are you doing?”
“Let me see.” With one finger he found my clit, his eyes focused between my legs.
“Xavier?”
“I want to see me drip out of you. I want you to show me the evidence, that I’m part of you, that I possessed you.”
He circled the already tender spot, applying friction.
My body shivered in the cool air. My nipples stood out painfully hard. I welcomed his inspection. I moaned when he slid his fingers between my folds, slickened with the first drops of his orgasm, as he sped up. He groaned. “Oh, Elaine...touch your breasts. Let me see you touch yourself.”
His scrutiny was exhilarating. Every cell in my body glowed, alive.
His fingers teased my entrance, but he didn’t enter me, instead tempting the swollen flesh that longed for his invasion.
“Oh...look.” My body tightened under his intensity. “Your pussy is still hungry for me. Give me what I want to see, and I’ll fuck you with my fingers. I’ll make you come again.” He flicked my clit with his thumb and increased the pressure between my legs. “But first, you have something I want.” He kissed the inside of my thigh and his hair tickled the soft skin.
Even though we were alone, he was still the director.
He circled my entrance with the tip of his finger, a promise of things to come. My body clenched, and the warmth spilled forth, dripping down my thigh.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Such a good girl.”
He entered me with one finger. Sliding in and out slowly.
With the other hand, he smoothed his release over the inside of my thigh.
“I can never get enough of you.” He thrust harder and deeper, keeping the pulse on my clit with his thumb. “Suck your fingers into your mouth. Wet your nipples. Show me.”
Xavier loved to take the lead, assuming command during sex. His impromptu script required my surrender of decision, question, and control. I was powerless to deny him in those moments.
Seductively slow, I sucked one digit into my mouth, staring at him on his knees with his hand buried between my legs.
I sucked, then withdrew my finger and layered the hot liquid over the tight nub.
His ministrations grew to a rapid pace. “You’re my Goddess, Elaine. Like Pandora, only better. You’re mine. Hope fulfilled.”
His words brought to mind the statue in Lydia’s gallery. How the men knelt at Pandora’s feet with their hands between her thighs. I remembered how he told me he gave Pandora credit for finding the cure for my sister’s cancer.
I let go of my breasts and clenched my fists at my side as
He fisted my hair and drove up into me harder. He yanked my head back, releasing my lips, and moved to my throat, kissing, licking, and nipping the sensitive skin as his frenzy crescendoed.
His name left my lips on a pant, “Oh, Xavier...”
“Yes... That’s it. Come for me.” He hissed through gritted teeth as my body responded to him. His movements quickened.
My back arched, and the sensation built; I was close.
“Tell me...”
The words, he needed to hear them. “I love you.”
He moved his hand to my hips and gripped, pushing down, as he buried himself as deep as possible. “Oh, Elaine... I’m coming. I love you. Oh, God...” His back muscles spasmed under my touch, and he exposed his throat to me.
In the end, the words were all I needed too. I tightened around him, my body shuddering with pleasure. He leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue. I quaked in his arms. The warmth inside me from his release radiated through me.
He withdrew, eased me onto the surface of the tub, and rose to his knees. “Stand up.”
I did as he asked.
He placed his hands on my leg and widened my stance.
I smiled a bewildered smile at him. “What are you doing?”
“Let me see.” With one finger he found my clit, his eyes focused between my legs.
“Xavier?”
“I want to see me drip out of you. I want you to show me the evidence, that I’m part of you, that I possessed you.”
He circled the already tender spot, applying friction.
My body shivered in the cool air. My nipples stood out painfully hard. I welcomed his inspection. I moaned when he slid his fingers between my folds, slickened with the first drops of his orgasm, as he sped up. He groaned. “Oh, Elaine...touch your breasts. Let me see you touch yourself.”
His scrutiny was exhilarating. Every cell in my body glowed, alive.
His fingers teased my entrance, but he didn’t enter me, instead tempting the swollen flesh that longed for his invasion.
“Oh...look.” My body tightened under his intensity. “Your pussy is still hungry for me. Give me what I want to see, and I’ll fuck you with my fingers. I’ll make you come again.” He flicked my clit with his thumb and increased the pressure between my legs. “But first, you have something I want.” He kissed the inside of my thigh and his hair tickled the soft skin.
Even though we were alone, he was still the director.
He circled my entrance with the tip of his finger, a promise of things to come. My body clenched, and the warmth spilled forth, dripping down my thigh.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Such a good girl.”
He entered me with one finger. Sliding in and out slowly.
With the other hand, he smoothed his release over the inside of my thigh.
“I can never get enough of you.” He thrust harder and deeper, keeping the pulse on my clit with his thumb. “Suck your fingers into your mouth. Wet your nipples. Show me.”
Xavier loved to take the lead, assuming command during sex. His impromptu script required my surrender of decision, question, and control. I was powerless to deny him in those moments.
Seductively slow, I sucked one digit into my mouth, staring at him on his knees with his hand buried between my legs.
I sucked, then withdrew my finger and layered the hot liquid over the tight nub.
His ministrations grew to a rapid pace. “You’re my Goddess, Elaine. Like Pandora, only better. You’re mine. Hope fulfilled.”
His words brought to mind the statue in Lydia’s gallery. How the men knelt at Pandora’s feet with their hands between her thighs. I remembered how he told me he gave Pandora credit for finding the cure for my sister’s cancer.
I let go of my breasts and clenched my fists at my side as
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