"That's it, Everly," he groans, his voice thick with desire. "Take it all."
I'm lost in the moment, in the feel of him, the taste, the way he fills my mouth. I'm aware of his eyes on me, watching my every move, and it only makes me want to please him more. I want to show him that I'm not just some naïve girl, that I can give him what he craves.
His movements become more erratic, and I know he's close. I redouble my efforts, my tongue swirling, my mouth working in a rhythm that seems to drive him wild. He gasps, a soft curse escaping him as his muscles tense.
"Fuck, Everly." He pulls me off abruptly, his breath ragged. "You're a natural."
I look up at him, my eyes questioning, and he grins wickedly, a gleam in his eyes.
"But we're not done yet."
He kneels in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine. His fingers trace the curve of my jaw, then trail down to my breasts. I shiver at his touch, my nipples hardening under his gaze.
"You're so wet, Everly. Do you know you're dripping on my floor?" His voice is a purr as he leans in, his breath hot against my skin. "Tell me, do you want to feel me inside you?"
My cheeks must be blazing. I don't dare look at the floor to see if what he said is true.
But I nod, my body on fire. He chuckles, a deep sound that sends a thrill through me.
"Say it, Everly. Beg me."
"Please..." I whisper, my voice hoarse with need. "Please, Xavier, I want to feel you."
He stands in one fluid motion, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist, and I feel the hard planes of his body against mine.
"I'll let you feel me, little dove," he says.
He positions himself, his eyes holding mine, and with one powerful thrust, he fills me completely. I gasp, my body arching in his grasp, my hands flexing in their restraints.
"You're so tight," he growls, his voice strained as he begins to move. "So fucking perfect."
He holds me in his arms, his strong arms supporting me as he fucks me with deep, relentless strokes. My body moves with his, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. I can't think, can't do anything but feel.
"Xavier..." I moan, my nails digging into my palms.
His eyes lock with mine, and in that moment, I feel like I'm falling into an abyss of pure desire.
His hips slow, moving in a deliberate rhythm. I'm impaled on his length, every inch of him filling me, stretching me. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can't help but moan, my voice echoing in the room.
"Look at me, Everly," he commands.
I keep my eyes locked with his, determined to match his intensity. He starts to bounce me on his cock, each upward thrust lifting me slightly, only to bring me back down, taking him deeper. My hands, still secured above my head, clench into fists as I feel the pleasure building.
Our bodies glisten with sweat, the air heavy with our mingled scents. I'm aware of every sensation—the hard muscles of his arms holding me, the slick slide of his body inside mine, the sound of our labored breathing. It's like a rising tide, and I'm about to crash, lose myself completely into a million pieces.
I want that so badly.
As he drives into me, I feel my climax building, a pressure that starts deep within and spreads outward. My eyes roll back, my body arching, seeking more of him.
"Fuck, Everly," he grunts, his voice strained. "You're so fucking beautiful."
He watches me, his eyes darkening as he sees my pleasure. And then, just as I'm about to fall over the edge, he pulls out, his movements abrupt. I cry out in protest, my body yearning for release.
He holds me tightly, his hands gripping my waist, and I feel the hot rush of his release against my stomach. Xavier's eyes are shut tight, his features contorted in ecstasy. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, and I realize he's holding me to keep me steady, to share this moment with me.
I'm breathless, my body trembling, and I lean into him, seeking comfort in his embrace. He doesn't let me go, keeping me close as we both recover.
"You're incredible," he whispers, his breath warm against my ear.