Page 91 of Passed Ball

He stares down at me for one charged second and I think he's about to ask for the one thing I just took off the table. But then he presses up on his hands, stretching to reach for the bedside table.

It gives me a moment to get my racing heart under control before it runs away on me.

The drawer shuts and I hear the crinkle of foil. Xavier sits back on his heels, holding the condom between us.

"Put it on me."

I join him on my knees, taking it from him.

It's more intimate than I expect, his blazing focus on me while my hands work the latex down his hard length. When it's on, his chin dips, lips finding me softly. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth taking long, thorough strokes.

I melt into him, and he cups the back of my head, his other arm going around my waist and leading us backwards until he's on top of me.

With a shudder, Xavier breaks our kiss, resting his forehead against mine. The sound of our ragged pants and pounding hearts fill the space between us.

"Xavier, I can't wait. I need you," I tell him.

"I know, sweetheart." His face is soft with sincerity as he notches himself at my entrance. "Shit, it's so fucking good."

My entire body warms as he pushes inside, filling me like no one else ever has. "Oh god." My fingers dig into his back, urging him forward. It's too slow.

"Your pussy is unreal. Jesus, you're so tight, so soft, so fuckingmine."

"Yours," I echo, delirious as he pushes all the way in, hitting a spot I didn't know existed--not like this.

With his arm looped under my back, he pulls me up, shoving a pillow under my back. "Look at us, sweetheart. See how pretty you look taking my cock." His focus bounces from where we're joined back to my face. "You're doing so fucking well."

"God, Xavier." That's all I can manage because being with him is overwhelming in the best way. The rawness of it all as he pumps in and out of me completely enthralls me.

"I can't look away, but I don't want to miss it when you shatter for me. So damn stunning." His stream of affirmation is constant.

I lift further, pulling him closer, needing him near. Each thrust takes a piece of me that I'll never get back. There's no stopping it--no stopping us. It was silly to think we could. Xavier's all but proven this works because of our connection.

And that connection deepens as he kisses me. It's dizzying--the highest high I've ever known as we climb together.

This fall is going to ruin us both.

His hips swivel, grinding against my clit with each deep pulse of his cock, hitting me where I need him. For someone who was unsure about multiples until now, I know I'm going to come again, and hard.

"Vivienne." My name is plea on his lips--sweet and drenched in emotion. "Sweetheart," he grits out. "Tell me you're close."

"So close. Please don't stop." I meet him thrust for thrust, chasing the tendrils of pleasure that are forming again.

"I need you to get there with me. I'm--" His teeth nash together, his jaw stony as he squeezes his eyes close. When he opens them, there's fresh resolve on his face.

Xavier's palm slides under my ass tilting my hips, his other hand going to my pelvis, finding my clit with insistent circles of his thumb.

"That's it," I cry, heat racing down my spine.

"God. Fuck." He groans, snapping his hips, the tendons in his neck popping with the strain of holding himself back. "It's so fucking good. You're so fucking good. Never want to leave this body."

He presses down on my clit and the wave hits, my core clenching tightly around him. "There. Right there."

"Now, Vivienne. Please . . . you're pulling me under. I need you to come with me, now." Each word is more frantic than the last.

"Xavier." His name is fractured, and it does him in. He swells, burying himself right where I need him as he strokes me through it and I come undone right alongside him.

This time, it's deep, slow, drawn-out pulses that ripple out from my center. One long orgasm that washes over me.

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