Someone like Xavier

MELODY

He kissed me, a stranger he’d met mere hours ago. I parted my lips and let his tongue enter my mouth. Soft, sensual lips devoured mine.

His hands dug deeper into my sides. I raised mine and ran them through the smooth tendrils of his dark hair.

His mouth traced my jaw and moved down the skin of my neck. When he reached the spot just below my ear, I moaned.

We heard a ting, which told us we had reached our floor. We stepped back, his eyes following my every move. He looked at me, his green eyes drunk with passion and desire.

Reaching the room, I took out a key card from my handbag. My hands were practically shaking.

“Let me.” He stretched out his hand, and I nodded and gave him the key card. As the door opened, I walked in, then he was shutting the door behind us.

“Would you like something to drink?” I asked him, and all I saw was raw hunger and passion in his eyes. I gulped and drank a whole glass of wine in one draft.

He just shook his head. He was breathing hard as he looked at me, and his eyes turned darker than before.

He reached forward and pulled me to him, crushing his mouth against mine, his tongue plundering my mouth. I moaned in his mouth, and his hand slipped between my legs as his finger caressed my folds.

I shuddered with need, his thumb playing with my clit, fingers deep inside my pussy. I arched back with a moan.

“Christ, you’re so fucking wet for me.” Yes, I was wet and hot for him. He removed his fingers from my pussy and sucked each finger clean of my juices like it was a gourmet meal.

“I love the taste of you,” he murmured as he began to nuzzle my neck, trailing ticklish kisses from behind my ear to a spot just below my chin that drove me crazy.

“You taste so fucking good. I could eat all of you for the whole day.”

We helped each other to get rid of clothes. We were standing naked, gazing at each other, and his eyes raked all over my body.

I let my eyes wander down his nakedness, lingering at his hips and the proud maleness there. I felt a wet warmth flood my body.

“So beautiful,” he remarked again, although now there was a harsh rasp to his voice. “So goddamn beautiful.”

His lips crashed down onto mine, taking everything from my soul. I cried out against his mouth, but he swallowed my words.

He picked me up bridal style and put me gently in bed. He then slid his body between my legs and hovered over me and kissed me softly at first, then began to kiss me more feverishly.

He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth.

He cupped my breast in his hand and began to roll his thumb over the nipple. I moaned and arched my back off the bed. He was sending a jolt through my body right to my clit.

He began to kiss my neck and collarbone and made a trail down to my breast. He reached beneath me, causing me to arch into him.

He cupped both breasts in his hands and looked at them, then looked up at me and said, “Beautiful.”

He lowered his mouth to my right nipple and began to suck on it and flicked his tongue across it, causing me to moan aloud.

He cupped my full breasts with his big hands. He massaged them hungrily, his thumbs running over my already-hard nipples.

“Please, I need you now,” I groaned.

“Patience, beautiful.” He began to make a trail down my stomach with his tongue and made circles around my navel and dipped in it for a second before moving on, and he made it to my very wet pussy.

He leaned down, rubbing his nose over my pussy. “You smell so delicious. I can’t wait to taste that sweet little pussy of yours.” His eyes glinted with lust.

And so did mine. I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

I moaned again, this time louder, as his thumb moved back to my clit, rubbing the hypersensitive bundle of nerves. Wetness poured down my inner thighs as he sped up the rotation.

“Please,” was all I managed to say. Then he lowered his head to my pussy and spread my lips and flicked my clit with his tongue, causing me to moan loudly.

My fingers ran through his hair. He dipped a finger and caressed me from the inside.

“Spread your legs wider,” he growled. I did.

I watched his face as I spread for him, and the expression on it was pure fire.

His tongue was against my clit, licking up and down in quick, feathery motions that made it impossible to think.

I rolled my hips and let out a soft cry when his licks got firmer. Then, he plunged his tongue inside me. Soon, his tongue was replaced with two of his fingers.

He kept on licking and sucking my pussy as his fingers moved in and out of me in a twisting motion.

“Oh, fuck, Xavier,” I cried. He kept fucking me with two fingers as he put his thumb down on my clit and started to rub.

“So fucking delicious.” He began to roll my clit with his thumb as he continued to plunge his tongue in me.

“Shit. I’m about to come,” I said as I began to rock against his mouth so I could just leap off the edge. I clenched against his fingers, whimpering.

“Come for me, beautiful. I want it all,” he said as he secured his lips around my pussy, ready to drink all of me.

“Fuck!” I came and I came hard. He began to fiercely lick me, determined to get every drop. I was trembling from the power of my orgasm.

He planted a soft kiss on the top of my pussy and began to crawl back up to me, and then he kissed me, letting me taste myself. “Are you sure it’s only for one night?” he asked.

“Yes, one night,” I replied, panting from orgasm.

“Okay, one night. Then, I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up, and each time you will be screaming my name at the top of your lungs,” he said.

He opened the foil packet, extracted the condom, and then rolled it down onto his hard length. He settled between my legs.

“Are you ready?” he asked, rubbing his cock over my pussy lips.

I let out a needy whimper and nodded, unable to form any words.

I gasped as he inserted his cock, inch by glorious inch, and nothing but the sensation of his wondrous fullness filled me.

“So fucking perfect,” he said huskily. “You feel too fucking perfect. Amazing.”

He shifted, and his thrusts now included exactly what I needed to start pushing me, fast, toward another climax. My nails raked down his back, not hard enough to break the skin.

He thrust once, and I tightened my legs around him, my feet on his ass, helping him to thrust deeper.

“Harder, please,” I pleaded, and he obeyed.

We both gasped in pleasure when he pulled out and pushed back in, filling me completely. His hips pushed against mine in long, pulsing strokes, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

“Oh my God! Xavier!” I said, grabbing the sheets and biting my bottom lip. “God, I’m going to come!” I screamed.

“Cum with me, baby. I’m right with you.” He let out a lustful growl.

He continued to rock into me, extending my pleasure, and then his back arched, and he groaned as he came.

I exploded with him, feeling every wave of my orgasm pass through me, involuntarily shaking me. He buried his face in my neck and groaned through his release.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” he said, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer.

After a few hours of nonstop sex, I climbed off the bed and headed toward the bathroom to clean up. When I got into the bathroom, I went over to the shower.

The shower curtain suddenly ripped open. I cried out as I instinctively covered my naked body. He grinned at me as he stepped into the large tub. “Jesus!” I gasped, my hand flying to my heart.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he dropped a light kiss on my mouth. “But the idea of sharing a shower with you was too tempting to resist.”

After several rounds of earth-shattering sex, we’d now been lazily lying in the water for at least an hour, and he’d been rubbing my neck.

I leaned back against him, and he wrapped his arms around me. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and felt his strong arms holding me tightly, then I turned a little to see his face.

His eyes darkened with unmistakable heat, and I could feel his hard cock between my legs. I turned fully to him so I was in his lap.

My eyes dropped down again to his cock. My heart was racing with anticipation.

“What do you want me to do, baby?” I asked seductively.

“I want your sweet mouth on my cock,” he groaned.

Curling my hand around the thick base, I leaned in a bit and wrapped my mouth around the wide crown.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, swirling my tongue on the tip of his cock.

He hissed. “Yeah, beautiful. Go down on me and suck me hard.”

Without overthinking it, I slid my mouth down his velvety shaft. He tasted delicious, a manly mixture of sweet and salty.

When I got close to the base, I slid my mouth back up swiftly now that his erection was slick with my saliva.

I swirled my tongue around the crown and heard him hiss again as I went back down as far as I could. The tip of his cock hit the base of my throat. “Christ. I love fucking your mouth. Don’t stop.”

I began to rhythmically bob up and down his extraordinary length, picking up my pace with each successive glide, fixed on the extreme pleasure I was giving him.

All I could think about was how much I wanted to make him cum as his erection filled my mouth, and a jumble of moans and groans filled my ears.

He moaned loudly and slowed his pace. But I didn’t. “God, baby. Slow down or I’m going to cum all in your mouth.” Moans and groaning filled my ears. I lost sense of time and place.

As I went down on him one more time, his cock pulsed against my palate. His fingers tightened in my hair, but he didn’t try to stop me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned.

Pumping the base with my hand, I lapped and sucked him down. His head fell back.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth,” he rasped out. I went down on him faster, letting him know I wanted every drop. And when he came, it was with a deep growl, and I swallowed every salty piece of him.

He withdrew from my mouth slowly, and I swallowed and gazed up at him. His head arched back, and he blew out long and harsh breaths.

“Fuck, you are amazing.” He kissed me gently, holding me close.

“I know.” I winked and climbed out of the tub and headed to the room. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 5 a.m. He came back after a few minutes.

I sank into the warm sheets, and he lay down, spooning me. He kissed me lightly on my neck and whispered, “Good night, beautiful.”

“Good night, stranger,” I whispered, snuggling closer to him. I was feeling sleepy.

He chuckled. “Still stranger, huh? After spending the whole night ravishing your body?”

“Yeah, still stranger,” I said against his chest. I closed my eyes, truly exhausted, and drifted off to sleep.