Page 92 of Breaking the Rules
His hands skimmed up to cup her breast. “Let’s stop talking and work on making me happy.”
“Okay.”
Her immediate acquiescence must have thrown him because it took him another five seconds before he rose, carrying her from the sofa to the bed. Xavier lay her in the middle of the mattress and stared at her with an unreadable expression as he loosened his tie.
Waverly felt like she was watching something erotically artistic as he unbuttoned his shirt. The powerful chest that gave way to a rippled expanse of abs, the V of muscle that drew her eye down and down. He shed the shirt carelessly on the floor, and when his hands moved to his belt, Waverly licked her lips. She rose up on her knees and stripped the sweatshirt over her head revealing the purple lace of her bra. She saw his throat work as his pupils zeroed in on her breasts.
Xavier’s fingers deftly opened his belt and moved to the button on his trousers. She could see the bulge beneath the fabric, felt the liquid pull of desire between her own legs. He shoved his pants down and stepped out of them. The flushed crown of his cock peeked out of the waistband of his gray briefs. Waverly eagerly peeled off her yoga pants one leg at a time. And when Xavier shoved his hand into his briefs to fist the root of his erection, she crawled across the mattress to him.
He must have liked what he saw because as he stroked his big hand up the shaft, the tip glistened with a pearl of moisture, and he grunted softly. It made her bolder. He offered himself to her, and she held Xavier’s gaze as her tongue darted out between her lips to taste him. His intake of air was a hiss, and when her lips flowed over the broad head, it became a groan. She took him into her mouth, tonguing and tasting his hard flesh. His hand fisted in her hair hard enough to draw a moan from her lips.
He pumped himself into her mouth, and she eagerly accepted the assault. Pushing him over the edge gave her a dark pleasure. “You’re my fantasy come to life,” Xavier gritted out.
She closed her eyes on his words of praise and worshipped him back. With a ragged rumble deep in his chest, he pulled her off of his cock. He met her on the mattress and easily pinned her beneath him. Waverly bucked against him, craving the friction of his cock grinding against her sex.
“Be patient, Angel.” He teased her lips with his, biting and licking his way to her surrender.
Waverly ran her hands over his muscled back and lower, squeezing his tight ass and yanking him against her. He obliged and rubbed his dick over the purple lace of her thong. “You could make me come just like that,” she gasped.
“I have a better idea,” he said, sliding down her body. He paused at her breasts, tonguing under the lace to tease each nipple before licking his way down her stomach.
He pushed her thighs wide and slipped his palms under her ass.
“Show me,” he ordered, his voice harsh with desire.
Desperate, Waverly grabbed her thong and yanked the material to one side.
He groaned, low and guttural. “Hold it there. Stay open for me.” His tongue blazed a trail through her sex, sliding through the wet folds to tease her greedy bud. Waverly’s thighs trembled when he skimmed lower. He tasted the very center of her, and she purred out her praise. When the tip of his tongue probed even lower, she felt her breath catch.
“Every inch of you belongs to me, Waverly,” he murmured. Teasing that secret spot.It shouldn’t feel so good, she told herself. She shouldn’t want this, but she did.
Xavier made everything feel so good, so right. He gave her the things she didn’t know she needed. And when he pressed the pad of his thumb to where his tongue had just been, sliding it inside past that tight ring of muscle she didn’t fight him. She took slow, steadying breaths getting used to this new invasion.
“Good girl.” His breath fluttered against her bared flesh. With his other hand, he probed her sex gently before sliding his fingers home. Waverly was so close to coming that she clamped down on his fingers, holding them inside her.
He was breathing heavily, and she could feel him grinding his hips into the mattress, as desperate for the friction, the touch, as she was.
“Not yet, baby. Not yet.” Xavier lowered his mouth to her, and when his tongue danced over her clitoris, he began to move his fingers. She gasped for breath, her hands fisted in the sheets as she rode his mouth and hands. She couldn’t hold back if she wanted to. The orgasm had her in its ironclad grip.
Full. So beautifully full, his tongue and his hands triggered her release, and she saw constellations erupt behind her closed eyes. She closed around him, squeezing those fingers in shattering waves. He moaned against her. Her pleasure was his. Still quaking from her release, she gripped him by the hair and pulled him up her body.
“I want to make you feel what I feel.” She straddled his hips pulling her thong off to the side again as he guided his thick erection to her center.
“Oh, God!” The words were wrenched from his throat as Waverly lowered herself onto him. His stomach muscles were rigid, holding his head and shoulders off the bed.
“Don’t move,” he begged, his eyes pinched closed.
She waited until he opened his eyes. Blurry and unfocused, they zeroed in when she slid the straps of her bra down her arms. Without the support, the curves of her breasts threatened to spill over the top of the lace that contained them.
“Fuck it,” he whispered.
He reared up and shoved her bra down. The second her breasts were free, he latched his mouth onto one of the nipples, and Waverly began to ride. She was too close to the edge again. She wanted to be the one to drive him over, but those deep needy pulls on her nipple were driving her insane.
He palmed her ignored breast, squeezing and kneading it to the rhythm his mouth set. She followed suit, riding him with long slow strokes. His mouth released her with a pop. Her nipple was pink and swollen. Xavier growled and took the other peak between his lips.
She felt him swell inside her, knew he was close. His hips were bucking off the mattress, begging for more. More speed, more friction. She gave it all to him, wrapping her fingers around the headboard and riding his cock as if her life depended on it.
She heard him grunting softly as he sucked. Then he was thickening, swelling, and just that was enough to send her over the edge. She exploded, and instantly he was jerking inside her, coming in thick, hot spurts as she pulsed around him. His name, she chanted it over and over again as their orgasms joined. Only when it was over did he release her breast.
