Page 55 of Breaking the Rules
He pressed his face to the hollow between her breasts. “It’s never enough,” he murmured to her. “I could have you a thousand times, and it still wouldn’t be enough.” His cock strained against the confines of his pants as if to confirm it. The curves of her breasts threatened to spill over the molded cups of her top. Xavier trailed his tongue along the exposed flesh, taking pleasure in the hiss of her breath.
“Too many clothes,” she whispered.
“I agree.” Xavier kicked off his shoes one at a time, letting them land with a thunk on the floor by the bed. He pulled back, and Waverly levered up on her elbows to watch what he was doing. On his knees between her legs, he loosened his tie. When the knot came free, he draped the tie over her and moved on to the buttons of his shirt.
She wet her lips watching him work them free one by one. When his shirt hit the floor, Waverly reared up. She grabbed him by the belt buckle, and as her mouth worked his over, her fingers undid the belt and the button and zipper beneath.
She shoved his pants down his thighs until the only thing keeping her from his throbbing dick were the black briefs. He recognized that gleam in her eyes. She was going for control. He let her have it… or the illusion of it, let her pull down the waistband of his briefs until he sprang free.
The hunger in her eyes nearly did him in. And then her sweet lips closed around his crown, and he nearly did lose it. His balls tightened instantly, and he fisted his erection at the root. Control. He needed to find it and use it to show her what they had together.
But still she worked her mouth over him, around him, drawing him in deeper. He distracted himself momentarily by dragging open the zipper at the back of her top and letting her breasts tumble out pendulously as the top fell to the mattress.
She’d been spectacular five years ago, young and lithe. But she was a goddess now.
She teased the slit of his cock and purred when she was rewarded with another drip of moisture from his tip. He let her take him deep until he felt her throat close around him. He was hanging on by a thread, and then she took one of his hands and held it to her breast.
He drew back, pulling his erection out of her mouth with an audible pop.
“Not yet, Angel. I’ve got plans for you.”
He shoved her on her back and yanked at her skirt. She levered her hips up to help him. Free of the binding, he almost felt sorry for having shredded her underwear because it would have been a fantasy to slip his fingers beneath them and pull them slowly from her body.
He settled for trailing wet kisses up the inside of her thigh. Her knees fell open, giving him unfettered access to what he craved most. Xavier sampled his way to her sex, dipping his tongue between her folds and teasing at just the right spot.
Waverly writhed beneath him, and he knew his touch was driving her mad.
When he slicked his tongue over her opening, dipping it ever so slightly into her slick center, she gasped. And when he ran it lower still over the tight bud between her ass cheeks, she cried out.
He was sending her a message that every inch of her belonged to him. Every orgasm, every whispered gasp—he laid claim to them all.
Again and again he stroked over her, back and forth, and all it took was the two fingers he slid into her to send her falling into the abyss. She shuddered over every single wave as they rolled swiftly, smoothly through her body.
Then he was ranging himself over her, and he closed his lips over the peak of her breast. Even sated, he could tell her body demanded more. Her nipple pebbled, in excruciating sensitivity, as his tongue teased it. He pulled on it, sucking deeply, and she reached between their bodies to grip his shaft. He growled against her breast when she touched him. But he let her stroke him as he moved his attentions to her other breast.
He felt himself go impossibly harder beneath her fingers. He let himself nuzzle her breasts, admiring the red that appeared on her skin from his beard. He wanted to mark Waverly everywhere, to send her back into the world with his marks on her so there would be no doubt who she belonged to, who she’d chosen.
“I’m going to fuck you until you forget there was ever anyone else.”
“There is no one else,” she groaned back.
It was the words he needed to hear. Her surrender to him, to their destiny. He loomed over her, bracing his weight on his forearms so that her nipples just brushed his chest. He was settled between her spread thighs and felt his dick notch into place.
She flexed her hips against him, those wet folds kissing the head of his shaft, welcoming him.
He held there, watching her writhe beneath him. Her angelic face tortured with the sharp edge of desire. The power snapped through his body. She was his to take, his to pleasure.
Waverly bucked against him again, pleading without words for him to fill her. But still he waited until she opened those hazy eyes. And then, only then, did he bury himself in her. Joined, they were one. One soul. One pleasure. One need.
He wanted to go slow, to savor the way her delicate muscles clenched down on him, drawing him in and holding him there. But with every stroke he felt himself losing control. He’d wanted this for so long and it was nearly impossible to stop the crushing need for taking everything she offered now.Now.
He reined himself in and pushed into her with slick, measured thrusts. Each one taking him closer to heaven as she gripped him in her velvety vice. His balls slapped against her rhythmically and began to tighten. It was too soon. He needed to send her over first.
With the last ounce of self-control he pulled out, feeling the pulse of blood demanding orgasm in his erection. Waverly was trembling beneath him, and he was afraid he might still come just from that. But then she was shoving him up and over onto his back and mounting him.
This time, she cuffed his hands over his head. “My turn,” she said, biting at his lower lip.
“Go slow, Angel. I can’t hold back—”
