Page 43 of Midnight Legacy

“You want me to kiss him better?”

He shrugged. “His ego’s pretty injured.”

“Would a massage help?”

“I’ll leave him in your capable hands.” I was starting to see the difference in the way he defined me compared to the beautiful women who were scattered all over his past.

I gripped his shoulders and lifted myself over him. His hands grasped my hips to steady me. My forehead pressed to his even as I slowly sank down to rest on his lap.

“Love you,” I whispered.

“Love you, too, baby. Now fucking ride me because I feel ready to burst.”

Yeah, I’d gone for romance and my husband just had to go and get me all hot and bothered again. There was something about the way he said it in that husky voice that had my pussy waking up in search of cream again.

I stood on the lower shelf to push myself up and Xavier positioned himself under me. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him and impaled myself on his long, hard length. That delicious stretch made my eyes roll back in my head. My thighs gripped him, and my arms snaked around his neck.

“Hmmm…” There was nothing else to say while I leisurely rotated my hips.

His hands skimmed up my sides and under the sensitive skin of my breasts. My flesh tingled in the perfumed water from his session earlier.

I took my time, unhurriedly rising and falling with my hands braced on his shoulders. My hips angled to feel the full extent of that piercing rubbing that spot that made me moan.

“Enjoying yourself?” Xavier was leaning back, his elbows resting on the edge. An amused expression played on his beautiful features.

I deliberately slowed down and ground our pelvises together until Xavier groaned. Then I squeezed my internal muscles, gripping him hard. “How’s he doing?” I asked. “Feeling better?”

That sexy smirk that made smart women make stupid decisions appeared on his full lips. “He’s getting there. Maybe you should give him a harder work out.”

I contracted around him again and rose until he was barely inside me, then slammed myself down on him. His teeth bit into the side of his lip, and his thumb rubbed circles around my nipples.

Leaning forward I continued my undulations as I kissed him. His hands roamed my body to stimulate me in all the places that made me squirm while we moved together with that slow languid beat. My leg muscles began to quiver because it felt like hours had passed as we kissed and continued to make love. I was so full of Xavier that I no longer knew where he stopped and I started. My pelvis was on fire and the water pulsing around me added to the sensation as it pushed against me when I rose up.

“Zee,” I gasped, ripping my lips from his to drag in air.

He knew without me telling him, his hand lifting me under my ass to settle me on the edge of the walk-in jacuzzi. His lips found mine again as his pelvis took over, pushing me ever closer to the edge with long strokes that made my toes curl.

I tightened around him to get more friction, but that resulted in him slamming into me harder until my entire back arched. His hands landed on the side of the jacuzzi, his biceps and shoulder muscles straining as he pounded deep into my core. My ass would have bruises tomorrow from the movement on the textured surface, especially after my spanking earlier.

There was that moment when you hung at the precipice between pleasure and pain. Your body was rebelling because it couldn’t take any more, but you desperately wanted that orgasm that was building deep in your stomach. I hovered at that moment, my core on fire from the friction, my insides battered relentlessly by his huge cock, but knowing that when it came, I would soar high from the pleasure.

“I need to come,” I whimpered.

His rough hands grabbed my ass and began to haul me to him with every thrust. My breath caught in my chest because I was too full, the pressure too much, and the intensity enough to make me clench around him.

Xavier’s forehead pressed to mine, his eyes staring deep into my soul as he consumed every part of me. His grunts mixed with my moans until we created our own symphony. My pelvis tilted and I was lost. I spiralled out of control, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure starbursted from my core to my extremities. He thickened in me with every thrust until he held himself deep and exploded.

My nails dug into his back, my teeth biting into his shoulder.

His lips found mine and Xavier claimed his ownership over me all over again.

I’d tried sex without emotion, and it left me feeling empty. With Xavier, he left me feeling fulfilled.

“This is why you can never be my sub,” he muttered into my neck. “The feel of your teeth and nails makes me want to fuck you all over again. No sub would ever dare mark me.”

My fingers trailed through his hair and I tilted his head back. “I mark you because you’re mine.”

“Always will be, baby.” My stomach rumbled and Xavier laughed, drawing back. “Looks like someone needs a snack.”

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