As Innocent
His hands bunched up her dress to her waist revealing her white lacy panties. “Fuck, you wore this for me, did you not?” He looked up at her, his gaze dark and promising. Slowly his lips enveloped hers in a kiss while his hand rode up her thighs. With a single swipe of his fingers against her clit, her hips jerked upward and she let out a muffled moan.
Xavier chuckled. “Here I was thinking I’ll find your pussy wet for the first time.” He traced the wet patch on her panties. “You aren’t as innocent as you portray, are you?”
“I don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Fuck you do.”
When his fingers ran through her pussy for the second time, her hisn again jerked forward and her head hurled backward. He retracted his fingers. “I can smell you from here. You’re fucking wet. Tell me you want me.”
His lips descended on her neck, sucking on nibbling on the flesh that had her squirming all over again, her pussy throbbing so hard. She needed him down there at the moment else she was going to go crazy needing his cock. Unable to keep it in any further, she let out the words that he was waiting to hear. “I… want you.”
At that, he dipped his palm into her panties, his fingers rubbing on her clit slowly while his lips left marks on her neck and suckled on her ear. She found herself wrapping her hands around him and drawing him further into her skin. At that moment, she wasn’t sure that even a piece of paper could come in between them from the way her body pressed against his.
A strangled moan tore from her lips when Xavier’s middle finger sank into her pussy, her insides immediately clenching on the flesh.
“You’re fucking tight, honey.”
She jerked her hips upward with each thrust from him and after a while, he left her to chase her own pleasure, to move her hips upward and downward for his thick finger.
“Xavier,” she moaned out as her senses blacked out, the only thing she could think of becoming Xavier’s finger in her pussy and his lips that were nibbling on her fair skin, leaving marks everywhere they touched.
“You’re going to cum?”
She nodded frantically, her hips still chasing his fingers.
“This was supposed to be my dessert. You seem to be enjoying it more than I am.”
Her fingers clutched the back of his hair tightly, her back arched upward as she felt the dam break into her and she came with a long loud moan, her legs trembling on the bed.
Xavier retreated his finger from her inside and brought the glistening finger between them. With his eyes fixated on her, he brought the finger to his lips and suckled on it, his cock becoming more harder if it was even possible.
“It’s time for my real dessert. I can already tell how filled I’ll be afterward.”
He pulled her dress to her head and threw it to a place he didn’t bother to look. Pushing away from her, he trailed kisses down her naked chest and belly and when he finally got to her pussy, he sniffed on the intoxicating smell and he resisted the urge to shoot his load on his boxer even before he could get the chance to be in her. That was exactly what she did to him.
She controlled his emotions more than anything and anyone had ever. Just as he held her lacy panties between his teeth, the blaring sound of Elaine’s phone reverberated in the room. She sat up on the bed.
“Th…that might be important.”
“Fuck, who cares.” He peeled her panties out of her body and threw them aside in the same way he did with her dress. “You smell fucking divine.”
The sound of the phone blaring again caused him to let out a groan and he cocked his body to the side to grab the phone from the bedside table and turn it off but he froze when his eyes fell on the caller's ID, his blood immediately running cold. He straightened and stood up from the bed, his eyes on the phone. “The fuck he’s calling you for, Elaine?” His voice was coarse and angry. He raised his head to stare at her with those eyes that caused her to shiver.
At the turn of things, she dragged the comforter and covered her naked body. “Who is it? Is it Beth?“
“The fuck he’s calling you for, huh?” Xavier threw the phone to her on the bed and at the sight of the caller ID, she froze.
“He’s calling you at this time, why?”
She threw the phone aside and stared at her husband, thinking of ways to convince him that she knew nothing about it. She wondered why it was that George called her at night.
That day while having dinner, they’d exchanged numbers and since then, he hadn’t texted. She wondered why he was calling now.
“I’m speaking to you.” She flinched at his tone. “Did you see him again?”
“I…I didn’t. I don’t know why he’s calling.” She pulled the comforter to her chest and gripped it tighter. She could sense the flames from Xavier. “Perhaps it’s important?”
“How the fuck he even has your number, huh?”
“We exchanged chat that day but don’t get me wrong. We’re only staying friends and I wanted to thank him more for saving my life. He’s not who you think he is. He’s nice and even risked his life to save mine.”
His voice raised. “I told you that he’s dangerous.”
“Perhaps you’re mistaken? He’s nice.”
He weaved his hand through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh. “You’ll never listen, will you? He doesn’t have an ulterior motive yet he’s calling you at this time for the first fucking time. Does that even make any sense to you?”
“I…I don’t have anything to do with him.”
“You know what? Forget it. You never listen as always.”
At that, he swiveled around and began storming out of the room. She hurriedly pulled herself from the bed. “Xavier.”
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