21: You taste incredible, Princess

LILLIAN

“Prove it then.”

Those words flew out my mouth before I could stop myself or rethink it.

He stopped short on his steps and turned around to look at me quizzically, almost daringly. His lips curved in a sardonic smirk, making me gulp inaudibly.

It was like he was challenging me to repeat what I just said and this was the opportunity I had to take it back and act like I didn’t say anything in the first place.

But…

“Prove to me that I want more.” I repeated, folding my hands across my chest in an equally challenging stance. “Except you can’t,” I added, smirking right back.

“Now you are just begging for it,” He said and I scoffed.

“No, I’m challenging you, Xavier,” I answered, “But you and I know you cannot do shit,” I spat at him. When he didn’t react, I took it as a win, smirking to myself as I turned away from him.

But I guess that was too soon.

“There is one thing you seem not to have learnt about me, Lillian,” he spoke behind me and I stopped walking, but didn’t turn around. “I never back away from a challenge, especially yours.”

It happened so fast. One minute, I was standing, the other minute, I felt myself falling till my back hit the softness of the bed.

Before I could collect myself, Xavier lifted my hands over my head and held them there with one of his. When I finally collected myself, I saw him towering over me on the bed, his legs on either side of me, trapping me beneath him.

I gulped.

I think I might have just signed my death warrant.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I bit him, and his lips turned in a smirk.

“What does it look like? I’m doing exactly what you asked, proving to you that you want me,” he replied.

“I don’t want you! My body does,”

That comeback was so fucking weak and didn’t even help matters.

“Same difference,” Xavier shrugged. “You are not even struggling, Lillian. You need to stop lying to yourself,” he added.

“I don’t have a struggle because I know you won’t be able to prove anything,” I snapped at him. He bobbed his head to the side.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked.

“Yes!” I bit back.

Xavier’s smirk stretched deviously and I could see the wheels turning in his head. He brought his knee between my legs and parted them till I could feel it brushing against my inner thigh. I shivered involuntarily, and my clit began to pulsate.

Fuck!

“So, you are saying if I slip my hands inside your panties now, I won’t find out how wet you are for me?” He asked.

This is not going well. But I was too stubborn to admit it.

“Why don’t you find out yourself?” I retorted.

I was expecting my defiance to turn him off, to show him that I wasn’t backing down so that he would leave me alone. But that wasn’t the case, and deep down I knew that wouldn’t be the case.

With that devilishly sexy smirk still playing on his lips, his free hand slipped under my dress and into my lace panties. His fingers quickly found my clit, swollen and slick with arousal, eliciting a sharp gasp from me against my better judgment.

Oh my…

His smirk stretched,

“You are wet,” he commented, while I continued glaring at him.

“That doesn’t change anything,” I said through gritted teeth.

“We’ll see about that,”

He began to rub the pad of his thumb over my swollen clit, and I had to bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning out, holding his gaze defiantly to show him I wasn’t shaken. But when he sunk his hand deeper into my underwear and glided two fingers through my wet folds, I couldn’t stop the wimped from escaping my lips.

“Still doesn’t change anything, uhn?” He taunted.

“Fuck you!” I spat out, and he chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that sent vibrations rushing through me.

“Not just yet, princess,”

That stupid pet name!

He reached my entrance and began to swirl a finger around my hole, and I was so certain that my juices were coating his finger. When he slipped one finger between my folds, my back automatically arched off the bed and the moan I had been holding back escaped my lips.

“There it is,” his voice came out as a groan, adding around finger.

“Fuck,” I couldn’t help but let out in a soft moan.

“Damn it, you are not just wet. You are fucking soaked,” he growled out, his eyes trained on me clouded with intense emotions.

“I hate you,” I said between gritted teeth, my words transcending into a high pitched moan when he curled his fingers inside me. Against my better judgment, I started riding his finger and he drove even deeper, his breathing uneven and ragged.

“How are you so fucking tight, Lillian?”

He sounded in awe of me, or maybe it was the pleasure that made me delirious.

And my body in response made my pussy walls to clamp around his fingers, milking it with hungry squeeze. He let out a groan and continued to fuck me with his fingers, adding two more fingers that made my back arch off the bed.

I noticed the way his muscles flexed, even noticed the bulge in his pants, straining against his zipper, telling me that he was getting off on this just as much as was. Fuck it, I was already tethering over the cliff and I desperately wanted to fall into the abyss of ecstasy.

“Xavier,” his name left my lips in a moan before I could stop myself.

“You want to cum, don’t you,” his breathless voice caressing my skin. I nodded vehemently, my eyes pleading. “Then admit that you want me, and I’ll make you cum like you have never done before,”

Damn it!

“Just three simple words, and I will let you cum.” He cajoled, his thumb massaging my clit in a way that I couldn’t come, but enough to torture me and make me want to cum so bad.

“Xavier, please…” I begged.

“Goddamn it, Lillian. Just say it!” He growled out.

“I want you!” I screamed out, desperately for a release.

His lips turned in a smirk and he began to work his finger faster, rubbing the knuckle of his thumb over my clit.

“Now, you are going to be a good girl, and cum for me,”

“Oh fuck yes!” I shrieked, feeling my arousal running down his finger.

He continued to drive his finger into my hard and fast and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“That’s it, Princess. Give me everything you got.

That was all I needed to let go, my back arching off the wall as a high-pitched moan leaves my lip, loud enough for the whole of Santorini to hear. I ride the waves of my orgasm, whimpering Xavier’s name over and over again.

Xavier rubbed the last tremors of my body, slipping his finger out of me when I came down from my high and placed them in his mouth. His eyes remained locked on mine as he sucked them clean, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“You taste so fucking incredible, princess,”

I didn’t need anyone to tell me that I lost this one.