Page 19 of Xavier

His mouth closed over my nipple and I gasped, arching into the wet heat of his tongue. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him to me as waves of pleasure radiated through my body. Every gentle suck, every swirl of his tongue sent jolts of electricity straight to my core. I couldn’t hold in my moans and whimpers and didn’t bother trying.

When he shifted his attention to my other breast, his hand slid down my stomach to the waistband of my jeans. He paused there, his eyes finding mine in silent question.

“Yes,” I whispered, lifting my hips. “Please, Xavier.”

He made quick work of the button and zipper, then eased my jeans down my legs with agonizing slowness, his fingertips trailing fire along my skin. When he tossed them aside and looked at me lying there in just my panties, the raw hunger in his expression made me tremble.

“God, Tillie,” he breathed, running his palm up my thigh. “You have no idea how fuckin’ perfect you are.”

“I’m far from perfect,” I whispered, suddenly aware of every flaw, every scar that marred my skin.

“No,” Xavier said firmly, his hand stilling on my thigh as his eyes met mine. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare diminish yourself.” His voice was fierce, protective. “Every mark on your body tells the story of how strong you are. How you survived. You’re perfect to me, Tillie Girl. Every Goddamn inch of you.”

Tears pricked my eyes at the raw honesty in his voice. No one had ever spoken to me like that before. Like I was precious. Like I mattered.

“Xavier,” I breathed, reaching for him. “What did I ever do to deserve your care and protection?”

He shook his head. “You ain’t the lucky one, honey. You’re the woman who has to put up with a caveman followin’ you around like a fuckin’ puppy dog.”

Holding back my smile was impossible. “I mean” -- I shrugged -- “puppies are cute. I’m not really seeing the issue.”

His chuckle filled me like warm honey, heating me from the inside out. He kissed me then, deep and claiming, pouring all his emotion into the press of our lips and slick glide of his tongue against mine.

When he pulled back, his breathing was ragged. “I need to touch you,” he said, his voice strained. “Need to make you feel good. Will you let me?”

Instead of answering with words, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pushed them down. Xavier’s eyes went dark as he helped me slide them off completely, leaving me bare beneath his heated gaze.

“Christ,” he whispered reverently, his hands skimming up my calves to my thighs. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”

His touch was featherlight as he slid his hands over my hips and up to my breasts. When his thumb brushed over my nipple, I gasped and arched into his hand. The next thing I knew, Xavier had latched onto my other nipple and was sucking at the sensitive peak with steady pulls before licking the swollen nub with the flat of his tongue.

We both groaned. I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him to me, afraid he’d change his mind and leave me like this. But Xavier’s big body trembled against mine, his skin growing slick with sweat.

“I’ve never tasted anything so fuckin’ good in my fuckin’ life.” Xavier sounded almost in awe. Like he was in the middle of the most wonderful experience he’d ever imagined and was afraid to break the spell woven around him. “Need more.”

“Yes!” I nodded my head furiously. “Definitely need more.”

Xavier slid down my body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my stomach, my hip bones, the tops of my thighs. Each touch left me trembling, anticipation building as he settled between my legs. His broad shoulders pushed my thighs wider, and I felt completely exposed before him.

“Xavier,” I whispered, suddenly nervous.

He looked up at me from between my legs, his dark eyes intense. “I’ve got you, baby. Let me play for a bit.” As he looked up my body at me, sweat dotted my own skin. I was sure there had never been a more erotic moment in my entire life than Xavier with his mouth hovering above my pussy.

Then his mouth was on me, and coherent thought fled. The first slow stroke of his tongue had me arching off the bed with a startled cry. He chuckled against my sensitive flesh, the vibration adding to the pleasure coursing through me.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his breath hot against me. “Let me hear how good it feels.”

I couldn’t have held back if I tried. Each swirl of his tongue, each gentle suck at my clit sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body. I clutched the sheets, then his hair, then the sheets again as I writhed beneath his skilled mouth. The sensations he created within me were so intense it bordered on pain and, silly as it sounds, I didn’t know what to do with my hands.

When he slipped one thick finger inside me, I cried out. It felt like I was spiraling out of control, like my body wasn’t my own. Only Xavier held the key to pleasure like this and I was greedy for more. But only with Xavier. I knew in my heart and soul I’d never be able to give my body willingly to another man as long as I lived. For good or ill, I was all in with this man.

“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured, his fingers exploring my folds with gentle expertise. “Tell me what you like, baby. Tell me how to make you feel good.”

I couldn’t form coherent words as his thumb found my clit, circling it with just the right pressure. “That,” I gasped, my hips rising to meet his touch. “Oh, God! Just like that!”

Xavier watched my face intently as he slipped one thick finger inside me, then another, stretching me gently as his thumb continued its maddening circles. The dual sensation had me writhing beneath him, my hands clutching at his shoulders.

“Xavier,” I moaned, feeling the tension building inside me. “Please, I need --”

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