Page 88 of Passed Ball

"You're enjoying torturing me aren't you?

He tilts his to the side as if considering it. "A little."

"Why?"

"It's nice to know that I'm not alone in how badly I want you."

Repeating his move from earlier, I lift his hand and bring it to my heart which is pounding out of control. "Not alone. Now, please kiss me."

His lips come down on mine as he drags me up the bed. These kisses are nothing like the ones we shared earlier--they're frenzied and filled with a longing for all the promise tonight holds.

We kiss and fight for control. My hands grip his ass and tug him to me. He drags wet, hot kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. I groan in frustration because he's still not touching me where I need him most.

"Xavier!" I cry out in delirious frustration when his teeth scrape over the swell of my breast. "Please. I need you to touch me."

I squirm as his hand traces a light path up my ribs, trying to get him to touch more of me. But he takes his time before his deft fingers pluck at my nipples. "Here? You want my hands on your perfect breasts?"

Xavier treats my sensitive buds to twists and tugs that are nothing short of exquisite. But it's not what I need and he damn well knows it. I spread my legs, silently beckoning him between them. He shifts his hips away, not giving me the friction I'm searching for.

"No!" I sound untethered. "Please Xav--this day has been the world's hottest, longest edging of my life. Put me out of my misery."

His mouth covers my peaked nipple. My whole body is a live wire and his wet kisses only intensify the current of need coursing through me.

"My girl needs to be filled."

"God yes."

"So demanding. You're supposed to trust me to take care of this body and give you what you need."

"I do." There's not an ounce of shame in the way I beg.

His mouth continues to work me into a frenzy, making my back arch off the mattress and sweat bead at the base of my neck. I'm coming unglued--it feels like I'm floating above my body. It's so mind-altering, so intense that I don't notice his hand moving lower until it's between my legs, with his fingers parting me. He swipes through the wetness gathered at my entrance once, twice, three times, driving me higher.

Unable to take it any longer, I grip his wrist, holding his fingers to me. "Xav."

His icy blue eyes glow with unmistakable heat. "I've got you."

Then he sinks two fingers inside, groaning against my flushed chest as my core clenches, fighting to keep him where I need him.

"You're already fluttering around me," he rasps. "You've been so good, letting me play, I'll fix this for you."

I whimper. "Please. It aches."

The blooming tightness is nearly unbearable as he pumps in and out too slowly. The all-consuming pressure is a product of weeks of buildup--time apart with nothing but phone calls, this entire day and the significance of it, the movie. One moment after another has led us here, where two forces are about to collide.

"Stay with me," he demands, pressing another finger inside, stretching me. Spots creep into my vision, my legs go heavy and numb.

"Fuck--Xavier, I'm . . ." The force of my orgasm as it bursts free steals the words from me.

I barely hear him over the pounding in my ears. "Yeah, you are, and it's remarkable, sweetheart," he whispers, alternating his words with kisses as I float back down to my sweat-soaked body.

Reaching out, I grab the back of his neck, trying and failing to tug him up to me. "Let me touch you, Xavier," I pant.

"Give me one more first." The gravely rasp of his voice is potent as he asks for something I'm not sure if I can give him.

"It's okay, I'm good," I try again to urge him higher, to give me his mouth.

Xavier's eyes glimmer with ferocity in the dim light. "Vivienne, look at me and tell me you don't want another."

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