Page 17 of Falling for Her Protector

And Dessert

Xavier

Iinhale deeply, letting her sweet scent fill my nose as my lips and tongue begin to move over her smooth skin. She truly smells sweet, like the berries and cream that my mom used to make for dessert during our summer vacations, when I was still just a kid. She’s fucking mouthwatering and tonight I intend to get a taste of her sweetness. If she only knew how much I have fantasized about this moment. But I never expected it, at least not this soon.

My cock has been on high alert since she opened the door in a towel and sweatshirt. But watching her drop that towel, and the view of her round ass and curvy hips has me straining painfully against my jeans. I move my hand from her hip, letting my palm slide gently over her smooth skin and stopping on her stomach. I’m normally calm and in control when I’m with a woman, but something about this moment with Vanessa has me completely rattled. I have to keep it together. I don’t want to push her into something she isn’t really ready for. I drop my lips to her ear.

“As much as I really enjoy being in control in these situations, you’re gonna have to take the lead here, baby girl. I don’t want to push you, so you have to tell me what you’re ready for. You need to guide me,” I tell her.

Her soft breath hits the air and I pull her in, feeling her ass press firmly against my throbbing cock, now begging for release. She makes a tight turn, spinning in my arms, and my breath is gone at the sight of her. Her full chest is bare to me, and the sight of her pale pink nipples only adds to my growing excitement. She lifts to her toes and presses her lips against mine, before quickly pulling back.

“I want you to touch me,” her whisper falls softly between us.

“Done,” I grin back at her and a small, perfect giggle falls from her lips as I scoop her up and place her on the bed.

Her eyes move over me, as I slip out of my cut. I turn, laying it flat on top of her dresser. Gripping the back of my t-shirt, I pull it up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. Turning back, her eyes rake over my exposed chest and knowing she wants me feels fucking amazing. She’s resting comfortably in the center of the bed, her teeth gently chewing on her bottom lip as I move closer. I already know, without a doubt, that one night with Vanessa won’t be enough.

“So, you want me to touch you?” I lower myself beside her on the bed and her body shivers at my words. God damn.

She nods, giving me the green light, and I bring my hand to rest against her thigh. My thumb makes a small circle over her skin as I contemplate the best way to move forward with her.

“Lie back, sweetheart,” I request and I watch her relax back into the pillows. My hand gently covers hers, lifting and placing it between her thighs and her eyes go wide with surprise. “Will you show me what you like?” I ask, and her eyes close as her fingers begin to move in agreement. I can’t remember ever being this fucking turned on in my life.

“Ahhh...” she breathes out and I think I might explode before I even get a chance to really touch her.

“That’s it, baby. Show me,” I beg as I watch her work. I drop my lips to her neck, slowly moving towards her two curved mounds. My tongue makes a slow circle around her perfect pink nipples. I watch as they harden before I pull each rounded peak deep into my mouth.

Her body trembles and I suck harder, letting a low groan vibrate from my chest. I have to touch her now. I need to be the one to make her come. I release her from my mouth, and bring my lips back to her ear.

“My turn,” I grin as I slip my hand between her thighs, quickly and easily replacing hers.

Holy shit. She is fucking primed and ready. I slide easily over her wet slit before plunging a finger deep inside her. I pull back slowly, and thrust back in, this time using two fingers to fill her tight waiting pussy. Her soft walls squeeze me and my cock aches, waiting his turn. My thumb rubs against her clit, spreading her wetness and her back arches under my touch.

“Oh, God,” she cries out and I let out a low chuckle. Her reaction is fucking fantastic.

“God damn, baby. This tight little pussy is so warm and wet. Are you almost ready to come for me?” I ask and she quivers.

“Ahhh,” she moans softly and I chuckle again. She’s definitely ready.

“That’s it,” I reply as I rub against her throbbing wet heat, before plunging deep again. Her body draws me back in. And if she feels this fucking tight around my fingers, I can’t even imagine how good she’s going to feel around my cock. Her body shudders as her soft walls tighten even more and I know she’s hit her peak.

“Let go, baby. God, you are so fucking beautiful,” I praise as I watch her come apart under my touch.

“Did you like that?” I ask, letting my lips brush her neck as her breathing slowly calms and her body relaxes.

“Mmhmm,” she hums back and I can tell she's completely spent. Despite her current state of exhaustion, I feel her hand lift and brush the front of my jeans. The gentle contact is almost enough to send me right over the edge.

“Fuuuck,” I breathe out. “Just rest, baby girl. You can take care of that in a minute,” I tell her, even though my body is fucking screaming at me.

I relax back into the pillows, pulling her warm body closer to me. My fingers trail over her skin, unable to stop touching her. Her body gives a small shiver under my touch and a deep ache pulses through me. Holding back isn’t easy; in fact, it’s fucking torture, but I have to take this at her pace.

Her arm lays across my chest and I drag my fingers over her forearm until I meet her hand, letting my fingers twist between hers. I can’t explain it, but this moment is soft and gentle and nothing I’m used to, but with Vanessa it feels right. Still gripping my hand, she lifts to her elbow and meets my gaze. Her cheeks are still glowing as she leans forward, bringing her lips to meet mine. She grants me easy access, letting my tongue move gently with hers. Her taste fills my mouth and I can’t hold back the groan building in my chest. She pulls back, leaving us both breathless.

“I’m ready,” her whisper hangs between us as her hand leaves mine, slowly sliding down my chest before touching the waistband of my jeans. After a second of hesitation, I’m off the bed and quickly unbuckling my belt. My hand drops in my back pocket, digging out my wallet in search of the needed protection.

“I’m guessing you’re not on any type of birth control?” my gaze falls back on her as I kick my boots off and let my jeans drop down to my ankles.

“No...” her soft response isn’t a surprise. I know I should always wrap my shit, but my inner caveman is begging to take her entirely as mine. I move back towards the bed, leaving my pants behind me on the floor as I tear into the wrapper pinched between my fingers. I watch her eyes go wide at my movement.

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