Page 127 of Carrying Your Lies
No matter how many deep breaths I take, nothing stops my sadness from leaving wet trails down my cheeks. “I’m not the poison. You have no idea what I’ve done tosuckthe poison out.”
“Ready to go?” Xavier’s voice cuts through the tension as he enters without knocking.
I subtly wipe my tears away. My eyes silently beg Huxley, but he doesn’t budge. His cold stare fills me with dread because he doesn’t understand how much I need him.
“Yes. I’m ready.”
The tension from the office follows us to the car and into the home. Xavier’s shoulders are stiff and raised as we start our new routine. After getting home, I bathe and feed Elise while Xavier makes dinner. I help by setting the table. Sometimes, she sleeps through dinner, but tonight she joins us. While I change into pyjamas, Xavier stays dressed in his suit pants and shirt. We talk about our day and plans for tomorrow. After dinner, he washes up while I feed the baby. Xavier showers while I wipe the dishes away, and then it is my turn to shower while he reads in bed.
The routine has been established. As Xavier wanted, I’ve been domesticated. There are no more midnight drives to satisfy cravings or last-minute trips to another city. Everything is routine and familiar.Except tonight.
I exit the bathroom in the new lingerie I bought a few weeks ago. The red garters match the lacy underwear and bra. I have to clear my throat before Xavier looks up.
His eyes widen as the book slips out of his hands. “What are you doing?” His voice is hoarse as he eyes me up and down.
My body has changed since being pregnant and giving birth. While my breasts are fuller, my areolas are darker, and my nipples are longer. Purpleish stretchmarks line my skin along my torso. Even my belly button has adapted. While I miss my old body, I’m proud of this one because she brought a wonderful life into this world.
I stalk towards him. “I thought we could celebrate four months of smashing parenthood by… smashing.” I straddle his lap and run my hands through his soft locks.
“There’s no rush.” His fight is useless because I feel his cock growing hard between my legs.
“But I want to,” I whisper. I grind lightly against him. “And I can feel how much you want this too. Plus, I owe you an orgasm, right?”
“Savannah.” His voice is stern, and it pisses me off.
I give him a straight face. “I’m horny, Xavier. I want to get fucked. Hard andfast. If you won’t…“ I climb off his lap.
He grabs my hand, stopping me from moving. “Take your clothes off, Savannah,” he orders.
I smile to myself, knowing it would work. I turn around to face him. “I got a surprise for you.” Standing at the end of the bed, I grab his hand and place it between my legs. “Feel that?”
Xavier grins at me. “Crotchless? You dirty girl.” He rubs my clit slowly. “And you’re already wet for me?”
I push his hand off me. “Get on your knees, Mr Rivers.”
He splutters. “What?”
“Get. On. Your. Knees. If you want me, you have toearnme.”
Like a hypnotised man, I get the CEO of a multi-billion-pound company to kneel before me. He looks up at me in amusement. “What next, Miss Hayes?”
“I’m going to fuck your face until you make me come.” I straddle his face and lower myself into his tongue.
Xavier doesn’t hold back as I ride his face. His tongue does most of the work, adding the pressure exactly where I need it. His hands grip my thighs to hold me in place as he brings me to my first orgasm of the night in record time.
I’m still catching my breath when he slides out from under me and pushes me face down onto the bed. His boxers fall to the ground. He rubs the head of his dick along my slit, gathering the moisture.
“Fuck, it’s so wet. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Is that a promise?” I tease.
His palm comes down hard on my ass three times, earning a yelp from me. “It’s a fucking threat.” My gasp gets stuck in my throat as he pushes into me. “Oh shit,” he groans.
“Xavier.”
His hand comes to the back of my neck, pushing me further into the mattress. “Take it like a good girl.” He removes his length before driving back into me again. “How does it feel?”
I mumble something incoherent, unable to think straight.