You’re Perfect, Doll.
Elaine giggled.
“You’re joking.”
But the signature smirk in his face told her that he wasn’t. He was serious about her calling that. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.”
She tried to push him away lightly but his hands fell on her thighs, pulling her closer and caressing the smooth soft skin. Her breath hitched when he pulled her head closer and ran his tongue across her lips, wiping the dough stain on them.
“Wh…what are you doing?”
“Having a taste of your dough.” His tongue ran up her cheek where the dough was smeared on and returned to her lips, their gaze locked and heated.
His gaze drifted from her eyes down to her lips, staring at the rosy pink lips with such fervor that made them part. “Those lips, doll. Tell me you want me to kiss you.”
“Xa…Xavier,” she breathed, holding onto his shirt for her dear life, her face and entire body heated. She could feel her heart beating wildly, her body humming to the tone of his caresses on her skin. Fuck, she doesn’t want him to just kiss her, she wanted something more. She wanted him to devour her whole.
But why was she feeling that way? Why did her heart race at whatever he did? Perhaps it was the baby? She thought.
“Tell me, doll.” His hold on her hair tightened, focusing all her attention on him while his tongue ran across her waiting lips.
With a shaky voice, she muttered. “Kiss me.”
He didn’t wait for the invitation to settle in before going in for the kill. His lips lowered on hers and he kissed her white everything in him, his lips devouring hers. Her hands wrapped around his neck as she tried to keep up with his pace. The man wasn’t just kissing her, he was marking his territory. He was devouring her whole, his kiss exerting dominance on her.
He was giving her the best and hottest kiss of her life. And it was anything but slow. He kissed just like he fucks, rough, wet, and dominating.
Elaine moaned when his hand wrapped around her neck, drawing her head closer to him. They only pulled away for a second to catch their breath before Xavier dove in again. He couldn’t get enough of her taste.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, doll,” he rasped, his lips departing from her lips downward to her neck, sucking in the sensitive flesh that made her tremble all over. She held him tight as she swiped his tongue through her neck, his fingers soon coming to unbutton her shirt.
She pushed him.
“Xavier, what are you doing? We’re in the kitchen.”
“Fuck we are.”
His mouth caught her nipples through her shirt. She gasped.
“Anyone can walk in right now. Xavier.”
“Doll.”
“We can’t do this here.”
“Then we’ll take it upstairs.” At that, he carried her off the island table, wrapping her both legs around his waist and striding out of the kitchen. On his way carrying her up the stairs, his eyes caught sight of Grace in the living room.
“Take care of things in the kitchen, Grace.”
He led them up the stairs, pushing the door of their bedroom open with his foot. She expected him to lead them to the bed and her brows shot up when he led them into the bathroom and the shower directly.
“You’re good?”
She nodded, her head lowered, her cheeks red from a blush.
Xavier quickly unbuttoned his shirt, throwing them to a place neither of them cared.
“Take off your shirt.” His order rang in her ears as he pulled his belt, getting out of his pants and boxer. Her eyes widened at the sight of his engorged cock. Elaine’s fingers immediately started taking off her shirt. Once she stood before him with just her panties on, she raised her head.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, doll.”
He turned on the shower, her body shivering at the feel of the cold water on her skin. Her eyes again skimmed down to stare at his hard cock. How the fuck that managed to enter her once before?
“We…we can’t do it.” She let out. “It’s not safe for the baby.”
Xavier held her to himself, his lips descending on her neck. She moaned. “I’ll just make you cum. On my fingers.”
His hands traveled down her body, twisting her hard nipples as she sucked on her neck.
She was wet, so wet down there that she could feel her juices streaming down her thighs, her moans reverberating in the bathroom at his ministrations on her skin.
Finally, his hand traveled down to where she needed him the most, kicking her legs apart and caressing her clit through her panties.
“Xavier, ahh,” she cried out when his pace increased, his fingers caressing her between her legs.
“Fuck you’re wet for me, hmm?”
She nodded immediately, parting her legs further to give him the much-required access. Her heels raised off the floor as he pushed her panties aside and plunged two fingers deep inside of her. She felt her walls stretching, her insides quickly clenching around his fingers.
She held onto his neck, her moans becoming uncontrollable at Xavier’s fingers moving in and out of her legs. He increased his pace.
“Fuck, you’re going to cum around my fingers right?”
He worked his fingers in her, his other hand riding upward to wrap around her neck, pushing her to the marble walls as he drove her to the edge. Her juices flooded his fingers and cursed as he wouldn’t be able to wipe the erotic image of his wife off his mind.
Arching a back, panting loudly, she screamed his name, finally erupting in his fingers.
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