Page 69 of Framed

Then his thumb found my clit, circled against the hypersensitive nerves there, gently at first. Pressing a little more firmly with each rotation.

“You need to tell me you want this, Scarlett. I need to hear you say it, before I ruin you.”

I panted, struggling to make my lips work, to make my brain formulate words. “Please,” I managed, breathy and strangled.

His eyes flashed, half amusement and half barely-contained hunger. “Please, what?”

My eyes met his. For one, lucid second, I regained a few of my senses. “Fuck me, Xavier.”

I didn’t have to ask twice. His hand slid out of me, away. For a second, I squirmed, bereft of the sensation of him.

But he was only moving, adjusting his hips over mine, one hand still pinning both of my wrists to the mattress over my head.

He paused just long enough to rip the wrapper off a condom, one-handed, and roll it over the length of his cock. Then he parted my nether lips, stroked his tip along my slit, coating himself in my juices.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he said, eyes finding mine. But I did know. Of course I knew.

When he finally pushed into me, I let out a sound like a wounded animal. The sensation overwhelmed me. A piercing, stretching sensation, coupled with spikes of pleasure, every nerve in my body firing at once. It seemed to go on endlessly, his cock digging into me, straining my walls, even as he lowered his body until he was flush with me, stomachs pressed together, chests touching, my nipples digging into his pecs.

I’d never felt so full in my life. I felt my pussy clench hard around him like a glove, and he groaned, softly, almost tenderly. A hint of vulnerability he would only ever reveal to me.

“You are so fucking tight,” he murmured. He turned, caught my eye, just for a split second. “All fucking mine."

My lips parted, desperate to find his. Instead, he kissed the side of my jaw, traced along it to my neck. His teeth flashed, nipped at the tender spot under my ear, and I moaned, clenching him again.

He chuckled softly. When he started to withdraw, I gasped in protest, but I needn’t have worried. He drove into me again a split second later, harder this time, faster. His free hand slid to my hip, bracing himself.

“Oh god,” I groaned. “Xavier…”

He started to move in earnest then, hips crashing against mine, driving into me again, again. At the same time, his free hand slid between his, his thumb expertly finding my clit again. The tiniest amount of pressure made my hips buck wildly, my walls fisting his shaft.

“Come for me, Scarlett,” he murmured, breath hot against my ear. His thumb circled my clit, and fuck, this man must be some kind of expert. My nerves were already on high alert, but they spiked to new heights, between his cock filling me and his thumb caressing me.

The bedroom faded around us. There was nothing but him, me, us, this moment. He drew back, thrust back inside me. Over and over. His thumb pressed a little harder, sending sparks bursting behind my eyelids.

“Come, now.” His tone brooked no room for disagreement.

My body obeyed. The orgasm rocked through me all at once, startling in its ferocity. I cried out, not even recognizing my own voice. It echoed in the narrow bedroom, wild and desperate. At the same time, waves of pleasure sucked me under, and my pussy practically spasmed around his length.

Xavier’s hand slid away. He let go of my wrists, too, bracing himself as he pounded into me, hard and fast. I arched up to meet him, my hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging in. My legs hooked around his waist, thighs crushing his hips between. He slid both hands under me, gripped my ass hard enough to leave marks as he growled and thrust.

Then he shifted, angling his hips so his cock dragged along my inner walls. I moaned and let my head fall back, granting him even deeper access. Our breaths came in hard pants, the head of his cock gliding over that sensitive spot on my front wall, making me cry out again.

“I’m… going to come…” I managed.

“Do it.” Xavier thrust inside me once more, then again, a third time. On that last motion, another orgasm rocked me. Electricity exploded through my veins, and I jolted as though electrocuted. The force made my pussy spasm, clenching and releasing hard in fast succession.

I let out another cry.

Xavier lost all sense of control then. He fucked me harder, faster. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he called out my name, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His shaft shook with the force of his own orgasm, and I clenched around him, on instinct, milking every last drop from his cock.

When the heat finally began to fade, Xavier slid out of me, both of us dripping wet. He collapsed onto the bed next to me, drenched in sweat, the room thick with the smell of sex and us.

I felt bereft, deprived of him almost at once. But then he hooked an arm around my waist and dragged my body flush to his side. I laid my head on his chest, listened to his heart race, every bit as fast as mine.

“Xavier,” I whispered, but he slid a hand up to press a finger to my lips.

“Shh. Enjoy this, just for a minute.”

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