Page 108 of Passed Ball

"Oh god," is all I can manage. I've never considered it--never thought I would, but the trust I have in him goes beyond anything I've ever imagined. It's that damn emotional connection he's forged despite our rules.

"Can I have this part of you too? I want them all, sweetheart."

"It's yours," I pant, knowing I'll give him every piece of me that's available. On the edge of my fraying consciousness I realize that this entire night is very much encroaching on the parts of me that are off limits. Still, atthismoment it all feels very right.

"That's my girl."

He rewards me with two fingers strumming my clit until I'm sure I'm going to crash to the ground, the twisting in my spine stealing my strength.

"Xavier."

"Yes."

"I'm there. Don't stop."

"Come, Vivienne. Give it to me. Give me this piece of you."

I come hard and fast, my knees knocking against the island as they tremble from the force of it. Slowing, Xavier works me through the waves before he pulls out, leaving me bereft.

I whimper and he laughs.

"Don't worry. We're not done yet."

He spins me until I'm facing him, one hand gripping the base of his cock. "I still want to fuck these." He pinches one nipple and then the other, slowly pumping his gleaming cock. "But I'm too worked up to make it to bed."

I lick my lips, unable to form words. My mind is too addled from the orgasms and the obscene sight in front of me. His forearms flex with each slow pulse as he fucks his hand. I can't stop looking, it's so hot. Finally, the lights click on upstairs.

"Come on them."

The smirk that creeps across his face is carnal. Still shaky, I lower to my knees in front of him, taking my tits in hand and pushing them together.

"You're already such a perfect fucking mess for me. Look at you on your knees, waiting for me to come all over you like such a good girl."

"Only for you."

He steps closer. With each long stroke of his hand, my breaths come faster. Somehow, at his feet like this, I feel powerful, when the dynamic should be the exact opposite. I make this man weak; I can see it in the strain on his face as his veiled restraint slips away, his hips flexing to meet his hand.

"Come, Xavier, mark me. I know you want to."

He gasps, my name rushing out, desperate and unforgettable. This moment and that sound will be etched on my soul. Hot cum hits my chest, clinging to my sticky skin.

"Don't move," Xavier pants, bracing a hand on the counter behind me. Still sucking in gulps of air, his knee hits the ground next to mine.

For a moment I'm at a loss and then the moonlight catches the crimson, heart-shaped fruit in his hand.

He doesn't explain or give me a warning before he swipes the fruit through my center, over my belly and up my chest to collect his release. A full body shiver shakes me before he lifts the fruit to my lips.

My mouth pops open and I, or maybe it's both of us, groan as I bite into the ripe strawberry. Juice beads at the corner of my mouth, rolling down my chin and Xavier's there in a heartbeat, kissing it away before he takes my mouth.

Holy shit.

He crowds me and when I feel him harden against my stomach, I'm seconds from taking him to the ground and riding him to another orgasm. Then he pulls back, letting his chest rise and fall against mine.

"Best snack ever, don't you think? Was it better than a hot dog?"

It's so off the cuff and real that I start laughing hard. "I give an eight and a quarter."

"You're a brat," he teases, making my laughter start again.

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