Page 90 of Passed Ball

"Yes," I beg. "That."

One word at a time is all I can manage as his thick fingers tease and torture me, moving in tandem with his mouth. My core clenches, beckoning him in.

"Please."

It's right there--but he won't let me grab it. I groan in frustration. And then he's gone. The room spins as he flips me, putting me on my hands and knees and pushing my chest down to the mattress.

I glance over my shoulder trying to find him, only to fall forward when his mouth covers me again. Putting me in this position is vulnerable. Leaving me so exposed, with every part of me at his mercy.

His tongue presses inside me and he steals every thought in my head about not being able to come like this as he sends me racing towards the finish line. Doing more than I ever thought possible with his mouth as he eats me like I'm his favorite meal.

Xavier's arm snakes around me, fingers finding the spot between my legs that's aching for his touch. The first brush of his fingers against my sensitive clit sends me crashing head first into pleasure without warning. It's a shattering burst of light that he prolongs with deep thrusts of his tongue. I grip the sheets, twisting them with my fingers.

"Shit," I hiss, the sensations becoming too much. "Xavier, I need you."

Those three words are enough to pull him away. His back covers mine, and he crawls up my body to seal his mouth over mine, taking us both down to the mattress in a twisted heap of skin and sheets, rolling us so we end up side-by-side.

"Fuck, Vivienne. You taste like honey and sin. I can't get enough." He presses kisses to my forehead. "Never enough."

My heart skips in my chest, the reverence in his tone heavy.

We're still not close enough, even tangled up like we are. My hand snakes between us, seeking out his hard length where it presses against my leg. "Fuck me, Xavier."

"Give me a second." Hot breath fans my face as he hisses at my fist wrapping around him.

I stroke up his shaft, circling his leaking crown. "I don't want to wait any longer. Get inside me."

"Fuck, Vi. Keep pumping me like that and I'm going to come all over your stomach before I ever get inside of you."

A disbelieving laugh escapes me.

In a flash, Xavier has me rolled to my back, my breasts bouncing with the sudden movement and my hands pinned above my head.

"Something funny?"

I roll my lips together and shake my head. "No, sorry." I might be apologizing, but there's no remorse. I've never been comfortable enough with someone that I laughed freely like this in the middle of a very intimate situation.

His eyes pierce mine. Doing his best to look serious, he cocks an eyebrow at me. "Don't believe me?" He rolls his hip, his hard cock grinding down over my sensitive clit.

"Shit," I groan, shifting my hips back to relieve some of the friction.

With another roll of his hips, his cock slips through my swollen, wet lips, forcing another fractured cry from me.

So fucking good.How is this man is so fucking good?

"Which one is it, Vivienne?" he asks, rolling his lips together in amusement.

Did he ask me a question? Am I such a mess that I'm losing time while he plays with my body?

"Were you laughing at me because you don't believe that eating your cunt has me ready to burst? Or are you being mean?"

He slips through me again, dangerously close to being inside me. My hips twitch and Xavier drops his head, his shoulders straining as the head of his cock presses there. I have to stop myself from moving, my body ready to accept him.

"The first one," I admit sheepishly.

"If you walk away from this only knowing one thing, it needs to be that you're the most enchanting woman I've ever met. This body is a dream. Curvy, soft, and all fucking mine." He presses in enough to make his point. "I'm seconds from losing it. This pussy is going to drain me, but you're so much more. You're every fantasy I've ever had, but you're also brilliant and successful--endlessly giving with your time and love. So yeah, I'm struggling here, sweetheart, because I can't believe I get to have you, even if only for a little while."

"Condom," I croak out. Not because we need one--I'm on the pill and I trust this man with my body, with my life even--but the emotion behind his words is too much. If I let him inside my body with nothing between us everything will change.

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