Page 60 of Playing with Fire

The unexpected tenderness behind his words made my throat tight. This wasn't just Xavier the dominant, taking what he wanted. This was Xavier opening up to me in a way I'd never seen before.

"I know," I whispered, turning to kiss his palm. "I trust you, X. With everything."

Something crossed his face—something beautiful and vulnerable—before he nodded, his hands moving to my hips to guide me forward. "Show me," he said quietly. "Show me how much you want this—want me."

I pushed in slowly, and holy shit—the feeling of Xavier's body opening up for me, the tight heat gradually taking me in—it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My brain short-circuited, and all I could focus on was the incredible pressure around my cock and the look on Xavier's face—unguarded pleasure and total focus on me.

"Xavier," I gasped when I was finally all the way inside him. My whole body was shaking with the effort of not just coming right then and there. “Fuck, I might come…”

"Don't you dare," he commanded, his voice instantly shifting back to that dominant tone I knew so well. His hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me still. "Not yet. You don't come until I say you can."

His eyes locked with mine, intense and unwavering. "Breathe. Control it. I want to feel you inside me for longer than thirty seconds, Leo." His fingers dug into my skin, grounding me through the overwhelming sensations.

"I—I don't know if I can—" My voice broke as his muscles tightened around me.

"You can and you will," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Because I own this moment. I own your pleasure." One hand moved to my face, cradling it with surprising tenderness despite his firm words. "Now breathe with me. Find your control."

I followed his lead, matching my breathing to his until the urgent need to come subsided enough that I could think again. He must have seen the change in my face, because his grip on my hips loosened slightly.

"Good boy," he murmured approvingly. "Now move. Slowly. Let me feel how much you want me."

I started to thrust, eager and clumsy, my hips jerking forward too quickly in my excitement.

"Oh my god," I gasped, overwhelmed by the intense heat surrounding me. "Holy shit, Xavier... you feel... fuck, you feel incredible..."

My words dissolved into incoherent moans as Xavier's hands immediately moved to my hips to slow my frantic pace.

"Easy," he commanded, his voice steady despite his obvious arousal. "Not like that. You're not jerking off. This requires finesse." His grip tightened, physically controlling my movements. "Slower. Deeper. Like this—" He guided my hips in a rolling motion that was nothing like what I'd been doing.

"Oh—oh fuck," I whimpered as the new angle changed everything, the sensation so intense I thought I might black out. "I can't... it's too... Xavier, I can't think..."

"I know," his voice softened slightly. "That's why I'm teaching you. Angle your hips more—yes, like that." His breath caught as I followed his instructions, finally hitting that spot inside him that made his thighs tense around me. "There. Right there."

"Like this?" I asked, trying to replicate the exact movement, my voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed through me. "God, I never knew... never imagined it would feel this good..."

"Fuck, yes," he growled, his head falling back briefly before his eyes locked back onto mine. "Now keep that angle and find a rhythm. Not too fast. Make it last." His hands remained on my hips, correcting me whenever I started to lose the proper technique. "Good. You're learning quickly."

His praise hit me like a shot of whiskey, warm and dizzying. I leaned down to kiss him, needing to taste him, to be connected in every way possible. The kiss was messy and desperate, all tongue and teeth, but perfect.

Xavier's hands were everywhere, like he couldn't get enough of touching me. When his fingers dug into my hips, urging me harder, deeper, I gave him what he wanted, losing myself in the rhythm and the incredible feeling of being inside him, of being exactly where I belonged.

"Shit, I'm getting close," I admitted, the pressure building too fast and too intense. "You feel too good—"

"Then let go," Xavier said, his voice gentler than I'd ever heard it. "Let me feel you come inside me."

His permission was all it took. I thrust once more, as deep as I could go, and then I was coming harder than I ever had in my life. Pleasure crashed through me, whiting out my vision at the edges as I emptied myself inside Xavier.

The whole time, he was watching my face, witnessing me at my most vulnerable moment. His hand stroked my cheek as I shook above him, his body squeezing around my cock like he was trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from me.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick.

As I came back to myself, I realized Xavier was still hard between us, his cock straining against his stomach. I pulled off the condom, wrapped it in a tissue, and tossed it into the bedside trash before sliding down his body, my movements almost desperate.

"Let me taste you," I begged, my voice rough with need. "Please, Xavier, I need to feel you in my mouth."

His eyes darkened as he watched me position myself between his legs, his hand coming to rest against my cheek. "You want my cock in your mouth that badly?"

"God, yes," I breathed, already leaning forward to run my tongue along his length. "More than anything. Please let me taste you."

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