Page 32 of Kiss and Makeup
Through my pleasure, more need surfaced. It wasn’t enough. I felt empty. My soaking, pulsing core wanted something too. Again, I pulled his hair, tugged him up to me so I could kiss lips swollen from pleasing me and tasting of me. “I want you inside me…” Slowly, teasingly, my hand tightened and moved up and down his length.
He slipped inside me so easily. My walls opened to let him in, gripping him tightly, begging him to push back in whenever he pulled away and let them close. But he never left me waiting for long. Slow, gentle deep motions became fast, even deeper thrusts. My hips writhed and he grabbed my ass to hold me against him.
Sweat glistened on our bodies, so I wasn't sure how I managed to get a grip on his arms and flip us over. I wanted to be on top, in control, watching his face mirror my ecstasy beneath me as my nails dug into his shoulders.
My hips worked back and forth, up and down, and when something touched my sensitive clit, I moaned and leaned into it. Friction was happening in all the right places, and I was losing track of what was my body and what was his.
All the pleasure intensified at once, Xavier’s fast breaths hitched, our bodies moved opposite but together—
His eyes rolled up and shut and I collapsed against his chest, latching onto him like the strength of our orgasm would carry me away. For a second he went so deep that my eyes flew open in surprise and I gasped loudly, sinking into him.
Then, we just lay there. My eyes blinked sleepily, and when I opened them the lights were out.How did he…
But I couldn’t finish the thought, and my eyes slipped shut again, head relaxing into the pillow of Xavier’s chest.
