Page 39 of Two days, One Pucking Night

His breath fanning my pussy drives me crazy. I’m close. So close to coming.

One finger slides inside my pussy, while he continues to suck on my clit.

“Another one. One more, Xav.”

Two fingers slide into me, and I lose it, coming so hard stars flash in my vision. But I don’t stop riding his face and fingers, leaning all my weight over him, smothering him with my juices.

“Fuck, you’re perfect, Sofia,” he breathes when I lean forward, giving him some breathing ground.

My legs tremble as I go down his body, with one singular focus. To ride his dick until I cannot walk. First, I need to tie him up.

“Stay, don’t move,” I command when I feel him shift beneath me. I pull on the string tightening around his left foot, his right foot. Rising to my feet, I turn to face him, and his gaze shoots a sharp pain through my heart. “No touching.” I slap his hands when he tries to pull me in for a kiss.

“I don’t remember when I wasn’t touching you.”

My heart beats so loud in my chest that I’m afraid he might hear. Everything feels heightened tonight. Too many words. Too many emotions. To many unspoken truths.

I tie his wrist tight enough not to wiggle out of it without me freeing him. Staring down at him, I envision all the obstacles I have no control over in my life. I lower my body, gliding his dick against my clit.

I slowly lower my waist and slide down his dick until he fills me up completely.

My legs on each side lock him in place as I slowly ride him. This man. This giant is mine. He is an exploit of war and siege. Conquering him means conquering everything else in my life.

I begin to pick up the pace. “You’re mine, Xavier,” I speak life into the words I could not even whisper in the privacy of my room. But here, right now, I’m exposed, raw, unfiltered.

I feel powerful and in control, and want to conquer this man like King David conquered Jerusalem. How Caesar conquered Gaul, creating empires from the exploit.

Xavier lights up. “Always.” His eyes never leave mine as he mutters the words through clenched teeth.

I allow my heart to register the proclamation, fueling me. Even if his words aren’t real, I would be content. Content with having experienced him.

I’m desperate, and hungry with need for him. I ride him so fast that I feel him everywhere in my head, chest, and my heart.

And the realization leaves me breathless, gasping for air.

Xavier grunts, “You’re doing good, princess. So good.” His words tear apart the mirage I’ve held. The front I’ve been putting on, ignoring this thing between us. Those emotions and that ache is shoved to the forefront, bleeding out before him.

Xavier’s gaze washes over me, and I feel my release close and my emotions at the tip, like the parting of the Red Sea, a clear marking of the old to the new.

Tears spring to my eyes, and I won’t stop. “I need to touch you, Sofia. I need to feel you.” I shake my head, not ready to shatter before him.

“Please.”

I can’t say no to this man. I stop my assault and pull myself off him. He tugs on the ropes with his right hand. As I move to his other, he begins caressing my body in a way that tells me he senses this thing. This imploding floodgate, this dam is about to burst.

Everything around me seems to be moving slowly, a blur of movement, a shifting of bodies. Before I know it, Xavier’s legs are freed, and he is between my legs, sliding in and out of me. Slow, intentional, as if conveying the same beat and words to me.

“Sofia.” The belonging in his voice tears my heart into pieces.

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XAVIER

This isn’t sex. It is a melding of two souls, a unification of two bodies. A silent vow, one I cannot articulate with simple words but my body.

I want more.

I pull in and out of her, slow and calculating, allowing my body the impossible.

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