When I’m naked except for my heels, Xavier’s hands squeeze my bare bottom and heft me up his hot and hard body, aligning us perfectly. I wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he sits me on top of a desk or table. I wiggle to try and slip his blunt head inside of me, but before I can make it happen, his fingers slide down between our bodies.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, breaking our kiss. “God, you’re so hot and wet.”
“Ah! I’m-I’m ready for you,” I assure him when his middle finger eases inside of me.
“Is that what you think?” Xavier asks before his free hand grabs mine from his shoulder to place it on his hard cock. “I can guarantee that you’ve never been with anyone as big as me.”
“Holy shit,” I mutter while squeezing him or just a small part of him I realize when I glance down between us. I thought his length and girth were impressive earlier when I felt him pressing against me through our clothing. Now he’s at least twice that size. I stroke him up and down, running my fingers over the very pronounced veins winding around his shaft. When I swipe my thumb over the engorged crown to wipe away a drop of moisture leaking from the tip, Xavier hisses.
“Don’t worry. I know how to make it fit,” he says maybe because he thinks I’m looking at his arousal with trepidation when that’s not it at all.
“Get it nice and wet?” I suggest while licking my lips that have gone dry thanks to my gaping jaw. I may not be able to fit all of him into my mouth, but I wouldn’t mind trying.
After a quick swipe of his tongue over my lips following the same path of my own, Xavier says, “That’s exactly what I plan to do.” His mouth lowers, kissing his way down my chest where he flicks his tongue over my nipple before sucking on it, making my eyes shut when a moan escapes me.
When I blink my eyes open again thanks to the absence of his mouth on me, Xavier is on his knees on the floor, his face between my spread thighs, watching his finger move in and out of me. He glances up at me while adding a second finger and leaning forward to place a soft kiss on the most intimate, sensitive spot on my body. I can’t seem to look away from his dark, piercing eyes that are watching my face to witness my reaction when he adds a swipe of his tongue along the length of my throbbing, needy clit.
“Yes,” I moan as my head falls back. As Xavier’s tongue gains momentum, swirling and licking and sucking on my flesh, it becomes impossible to catch my breath. I’m only capable of gasps and moans, the occasional phrases that run together thanks to my brain being scrambled.
Xavier tugs on my lower body, causing my back to hit the table. And when he adds a third finger inside of me while working his mouth on my clit, my back arches and my body ripples uncontrollably with waves of pleasure. I’m still trembling when his fingers disappear and are replaced with something much more substantial trying to squeeze inside of me.
“Ohmygod,” I exclaim in a rush when my pussy stretches to accommodate the first few inches of his cock. Xavier feels so good inside of me that I need more of him. I lock my legs around his back to pull him closer, deeper, relishing his guttural grunts and growls. When he’s completely filling me as far as he can get, he goes still, and I sigh in heavenly bliss, never wanting him to leave me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Xavier whispers.
I open my eyes to find his gorgeous face hovering above mine. Reaching for him with both hands, I pull his scruffy jaw down to kiss his lips as he finally begins to move. His hips thrust in and out of me with each and every kiss, keeping up the same rhythm. The faster I go, the faster he goes until we’re both only capable of panting into each other’s open mouths. Our bodies are performing their very own dance with such perfection and synchrony that I know without a doubt that Xavier and I were always meant to be together.
Chapter Sixteen
Xavier
Nothing has ever felt as good as being with Cassidy.
God, if I had known, if I had had even the slightest clue that the two of us would be so good together, I would’ve done this a long time ago.
How did I not know before tonight that Cass was the one for me?
She’s my best friend and I’ve loved her for years, but there’s so much more than friendship between us, and it’s fucking incredible.
Why did I think for even a second that sleeping together would ruin anything between us when all it’s done is bring us closer together?
I don’t ever want this feeling to end, and it doesn’t have to.
My release may be barreling toward me right now thanks to the way Cass’s body is pulsing around me with her orgasm, but this is just beginning.
With my weight braced on my palms beside her head on the desk, I bury my face in her neck and taste her skin as I finish inside of her, whispering her name and telling her how amazing she is and how much she means to me.
Cass’s fingernails trail up and down my back and over my shoulders as we both lie there unmoving afterward. I don’t want to move and couldn’t even if I had to right now.
“Xavier?” Cass eventually asks.
“Yeah?” I reply, assuming she wants me to stop crushing her, so I push myself up on both palms to look down at her.
“This has been the best night of my life,” she says with a lazy
