Page 82 of Carrying Your Lies
Xavier rests his hands on either side of my face. He leans forward until his lips brush against mine. “I love you.” He doesn’t allow me to say anything before he starts with steady thrusts.
There is no rush this time. There is no anger fuelling his movements. Each thrust is slow and meaningful. He takes his time to feather my skin with kisses. His tongue swirls around my sensitive nipples.
“Xavier,” I moan.
“You fit around me like our bodies were made for each other.” He pulls back and watches where our bodies meet.
“Faster,” I groan out.
He shakes his head. “Not yet.” He continues to tease me with achingly slow thrusts. When I try to meet his movements, he tuts and pulls out.
I pull him onto the bed and quickly move to straddle him. “My turn.”
Xavier leans back on his elbows as I lower myself onto his length.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I sit with his shaft filling me. I ride him with a much faster pace than he did me. His moans only encourage me to move faster. He pulls my nipple into his mouth and suckshard.
Xavier pulls me onto him so my chest presses against his. His arms hold my torso in a tight vice as he takes over. His hips lift off the bed as he fucks me senseless.
“Tell me how it feels,” he begs.
My head rests in the crook of his shoulder. “Don’t stop,” I plead. “I’m going to come.”
His teeth come down onto my shoulder as I come on his cock. My hips grind against him as I ride out the orgasm.
“That’s my girl. Come on my cock. Fuck.” His groan is heaven to my senses.
His thrusts are sharp as he forces his cum deep inside me. I feel his cock throb as he fills me. His groans continue until I lift myself off him.
Xavier doesn’t let me go far as he wraps his arms around me and holds me close to his naked body. “I wanted more than that,” he laughs.
I pull on his coarse facial hair. “That was enough for me.”
“Your pussy feels too good.”
My head falls back as I laugh. “Or you have no stamina.”
We lay in the cocoon we hide from the world in. Xavier holds me tight in his embrace. I don’t let myself worry about the repercussions, allowing myself to, once again, live in the delusion that everything will work its way out.
After an extended, comfortable silence, Xavier breaks it. “My dad would have loved you,” he says. “You are everything he wanted me to find.”
I trace his lips. “Is that right?”
He hums under his breath. “I never had much in common with my dad. His passion was making diamonds, and I never quite understood it. It was just a rock.”
My arms wrap around his neck. “Sounds like something changed your mind.”
Xavier tucks my hair behind my ear. “I helped him make one. It was amazing seeing nothing turn into something so beautiful. I got to watch my dad completely in his element. He knew exactly what to do. He talked me through every step, and I learnt to appreciate his craft.”
My smile is genuine. It’s clear how much he loved his dad. “Not enough to follow in his footsteps?”
He smiles too. “No, but I’ve kept a few pieces I made with him. Maybe one day I’ll show you.”
I snuggle against him and close my eyes. “I can’t wait.”
“Savannah?” he calls.
I look at him.
