Page 98 of Crossing the Line
Xavier abandoned the washcloth and parted her delicate flesh. With whisper light touches, the pads of his fingers circled over that tiny bundle of nerves that demanded attention. Waverly whimpered and Xavier whispered dark words of praise, lips moving against her ear, while his fingers never ceased their exquisite torture. And then suddenly they were withdrawing.
He cut off her protest with a command. “Turn around and face me.”
Waverly swirled around in the water, but instead of pulling her into him, Xavier grabbed her from the hips and lifted. She bowed back floating in the warm embrace of the water and let him support her with his rough palms under her buttocks.
“Don’t drown,” he warned her. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long, long time. And it’s not going to be over fast.”
She wasn’t concerned about drowning until his mouth lowered to feast on her wet flesh. Her muscles bunched with tension as she fought against the beautiful, languid pleasure that swirled through her core. His mouth was magic, and the spell he cast with masterful strokes of his tongue had her quivering.
After a long, deep stroke, Xavier deftly thrust his tongue into her. She gasped as her back bowed, and every muscle in her body tearfully begged for more. With one careful finger, he rimmed her opening until her legs trembled. And when she thought she could take no more, he slid that rigid finger into her.
In desperation, Waverly threw her arms over the sides of the tub to stay afloat.Oh God, she was going to drown in the most salacious bathtub scandal Hollywood had ever witnessed. And she didn’t care.
He withdrew that one torturous finger and replaced it with two. Gently stroking her sex from the inside out, Xavier set a steady pace of thrust and withdraw, exquisitely full and devastatingly empty.
She was already rippling around those strong fingers, her climax so near, when he again lifted her to his mouth. As his tongue laved her sensitive nub and his fingers played their magic inside her, she came in a glorious, molten flow that rolled on and on and on until she slipped beneath the surface of the water.
She was still trembling when she resurfaced. “What the hell was that?” she asked on a gasp.
“Preview of coming attractions,” Xavier promised her. The glint in those whiskey eyes told her he was nowhere near finished with her.
“There can’t be more than that,” she said, shaking her head and wiping water from her face.
“Angel, I’m going to take you to heaven tonight,” Xavier vowed
With a patience she’d never witnessed in him before, Xavier gently guided her hips down so she was straddling him. The head of his erection nestled against her still sensitive sex.
“Do you know how many ways I’ve fantasized about taking you?” he asked, trailing his fingers up her neck, into her hair. His thumbs brushed her jaw reverently. “How many times I’ve made you come in my dreams? How many times I’ve reached out to touch you but pulled back? Tonight, every fantasy I’ve ever had is going to come true.”
He kissed her slowly, softly, taking his time until Waverly became the aggressor. She claimed his mouth with a fervor of need. When he opened for her, their tongues met and tangled, and his gentleness was momentarily forgotten as he fisted his hand into her hair and pulled.
“Damn it, Waverly. You make me forget everything,” he said, easing back. She watched him gather his control again.
“What’s so bad about that?” she asked, lips nibbling at his solid jaw.
“You wanted a memory of me jumping off a yacht with you. I want to look back on tonight and remember every kiss.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Every taste.” His mouth moved lower to tempt the peak of her breast. “Every single thrust.”
Waverly’s lips parted with anticipation at the words, and Xavier lifted her so he could position himself at her waiting entrance. With her hips caught in his hands, he forced her down onto his shaft on a slick, slow slide. Waverly dropped her head back and reveled in the invasion. Xavier took it as an invitation to lean in and sample her breasts. He licked one taut tip and then the other, growling as Waverly began to move on top of him.
“Slow, Angel. Slow.”
His mouth closed over one nipple, sucking in languid, deep pulls.
She rose up and on a long sigh, sank back down sheathing him fully inside her.
“My beautiful girl,” Xavier whispered against her breast. “Just like that.”
Waverly closed her eyes and tried to absorb it all. The sound of their labored breathing, the gentle caress of the now lukewarm water as it lapped against her, the smell of the sage soap. The feeling of Xavier filling her with decadent thrusts, carrying her up and up until there would be nothing to do but float back down.
It was unhurried ecstasy here in his arms. She rode him slowly, slowly until she felt her sex begin to ripple and quiver around him.
“Not yet, Waverly,” he told her.
She tried to slow it down, but it was too late. And when he again took a nipple into the wonder of his mouth, she knew she wanted him wrecked with her. They could come apart together. She increased her pace, and he protested against her breast, but she held him there, fingers in his hair, and began to ride as if her life depended on it. Fast, hard strokes that had her wincing at the bottom. Always just past her limits, Xavier took her farther than she ever knew possible, and tonight she would do the same for him.
Clutching at his hair, his shoulders, Waverly rode. His hips answered her with forceful thrusts, and he murmured unintelligible words over her peaked nipples. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough that she cried out, but they were both too far gone to back down now. With his mouth at her breast, his cock impaling her once again with a desperate violence, Waverly gasped out his name.
Now. It had to be now.
