Chapter 10 #2
Motivated by his words, captivated by his energy, and fueled by my lemon drop, shocking myself, I boldly lift and climb over him, straddling his waist. After dropping my arms onto his shoulders, I lean in and rest my forehead on his.
“I appreciate you wanting to give me your time and the effort is nice too,” I utter through my smile. I inhale him and I swear his mesmerizing scent is intensifying my inebriation. I’m drunk off him because he smells too damn good. “I think you deserve a reward.”
His hands gravitate to my ass. He grips it then sits up. My smile widens until I hear his unexpected words. “You are truly more than a reward and I want it all but not like this,” he says before tapping my ass. “You’re drunk, pretty girl.”
“Tipsy,” I quickly counter.
“Not sober,” he rebuts. “When you let me have this body, it has to be right. You have to know exactly what you are doing.”
Annoyed as hell and unwilling to give up, I place my hands on the sides of his handsome face.
My eyes peer into his as I say, “I know exactly what I’m doing.
I’m kid free, in this big ass suite, finally in the space of the man I’ve been getting to know, and I want to be real grown and do some grown up shit.
” He starts to lift me off him but I plant myself on the sofa then lightly grip his face.
My tongue runs across his bottom lip then the top.
“You don’t want me?” I whimper and he slowly shakes his head.
“Fuck,” he groans, clearly trying to exercise his restraint but he doesn’t need to.
There’s no doubt I’m definitely tipsy but my mind is clear enough to know exactly what I want right now.
The fact that he’s even here speaks volumes because I don’t do this, at all.
But I like him and I’m even interested in seeing where things can really go with us.
Who cares that I want to skip a few steps and jump right to sex, hopefully not him.
Kandi was right; I deserve what I can already envision is going to be great.
“Well, do you?” I ask.
“I want you too fucking much,” he practically growls. “But you’re lit, Adora. I’m not trying to take advantage of you or no shit like that,” he says and I can’t hold back my grin. His perception of this moment is hella skewed.
“I think I’m the one with the advantage right now,” I say, and this time, he grins.
With one hand, his hold on my ass grows firmer. His other hand lands on my back and he pulls me in closer to him. His eyes peer into mine as he speaks.
“I’m the one with yo’ fine ass all over me.
I have you on my lap wanting me to bless this fine ass body.
Pretty girl, the advantage is all mine,” he says before running his tongue across his bottom lip.
Then his hand moves to the back of my neck, and as if I didn’t already know how he feels, he says assuredly, “I do want you.”
A smile flashes on his face then his mouth crashes into mine.
Slowly and passionately, he pulls my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks.
He treats my top lip to the same pleasure before sliding his tongue into my mouth.
As our tongues get acquainted, his hand caresses the back of my neck and he grips lightly while stealing my damn breath.
“Shit,” I trill when our lips break.
His lips move down my neck then up to my earlobe and I can feel the sensation over my entire body.
I’ve been kissed numerous times before but not like this.
Xai has the art of kissing mastered and shit.
When he makes his way back up to my mouth and kisses me nastily again, I damn near melt into him and shiver from the feel.
As his lips explore my neck and earlobe, my mind naturally drifts. If Xai can command my lips like this, I know he can take me exactly where I want and need to go in that damn bed.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” I utter, pleading and praying at the same damn time.
He merely stares at me but doesn’t respond.
Instead, with a smug look on his handsome face, he runs his hands across the top of my sweats.
Then he slides his hand inside. It snakes into my panties and my body instantly reacts.
Although I am already straddling him, my legs gape more and I lift slightly, removing any obstacles preventing him from reaching my now throbbing pussy.
It works and the moment I feel his long finger enter me, my entire body quivers from the contact.
“Mmhm. Shit,” I cry.
His lips return to my neck and he plants kisses there while his finger slowly strokes in and out of me. His lips and that one finger are giving me more pleasure than I’ve experienced in years and I’m about to freaking explode.
After placing my hands on the back of the sofa, I close my eyes and let him finger me to utopia.
A few pleasurable minutes later, my stomach muscles tighten and my legs feel like jelly.
I’m melting into the moment and enjoying the sensations until I feel him remove his finger. My eyes fly open, disappointed as hell.
“Why’d you stop,” I cry.
Again, he doesn’t answer me right away. Instead, he places his finger into his mouth. “You taste sweet as fuck,” he groans before crashing his lips back into mine.
He’s back to stealing my breath with his kiss. It’s completely stolen when his hand eases back between my legs and he inserts two fingers this time. I moan into his mouth from the incredible feeling.
In a circular motion, he plays in my pussy before moving his fingers in and out. My walls welcome and hug his fingers as they work. Then he takes it to another level. His thumb grazes my clit and my head falls back.
“Xai!” I scream. He gives me what I’ve missed for too damn long.
His fingers twist then hit my top wall, zeroing in on my G-spot.
“Fuck!” I scream as my hands grip the hell out of this sofa.
My body shakes beyond my control. To keep from alarming the hotel guests with my screams, I nuzzle my face into the side of his neck as I explode all over his fingers.
When he takes his time and pulls his fingers out, my entire body and soul go limp.
“Gotdamn,” I mumble, thoroughly satiated.
“You good.”
“Mmhm. Better than good,” I admit before forcing my head to lift. When my eyes lock with his, I add, “But I’m sure—” My words are halted by his finger on my lips.
“Don’t even. Shit,” he sighs. “As bad as I want to fuck yo’ pretty ass, I can’t. ’Cause to answer your question, no. I don’t got a condom.”
He sighs, and hell, so do I. I’m a thousand percent sure I want him to fuck me as badly as he wants to. After mustering up a wry ass smile, I peck his lips and say, “It’s cool.”
“I bet it is,” he teases. “You wet my fingers up.”
His arrogance is sexy and cute and I can’t help my smile.
For a moment, we stay like this on the sofa, me on his lap with his hands on my back and ass.
Enjoying the moment, my hands land on his head and I find myself aimlessly running my fingers through the tiny waves in his low cut Caesar.
Before I know it, I’m making a request that surprises even me.
“Stay with me,” I say.
“I got you,” he says without a second thought before lifting us from the sofa.
When we are upright, I lock my legs behind his back and latch my arms around his neck. Like a smitten girl, I cheese too damn hard as he walks us to the bedroom. Once inside, he playfully tosses me on the bed then sits next to me.
“Get comfortable,” I tell him after grabbing the remote.
I hand it to him then scoot to the end of the bed.
“I’m going to take a quick shower. I’ll be right out.
” The smile on my face remains as I amble to the bathroom.
Once inside, I anchor my hands on the sink, drop my head, and silently scream.
“Oh, shit!” I mumble to myself. A cocktail of pleasure, excitement, and surprise courses through my veins and my body is still on fire.
When I lift my head, I see my entire face is flushed and looks more relaxed than I did after my spa treatments.
Hell, if I’m being honest, those treatments don’t even equate to what he did to me with just his fingers and kisses.
“Oh shit.” I sigh again at the memory then shake my head to keep from screaming for real. No fucking condom. Ugh!
After splashing cold water on my face, I switch the faucet to warm, then thoroughly wash it and brush my teeth.
I turn on the shower next, remove my clothes, then get in.
As I shower, I instantly regret not listening to Kandi and packing something sexy to sleep in.
All I have is my oversized sleep shirt hanging on the door.
Once out, I moisturize every inch of my body with my lotion and body oil, throw on my underwear and shirt, then step out.
He’s sitting on the side of the bed, looking sexy as hell, with his shoes off.
I walk over to him and ease myself between his slightly parted legs.
I rest my elbows on his shoulders then run my hands over his head.
“Damn, you smell good as fuck,” he growls into my stomach before kissing it through my shirt.
“I told you to get comfortable. You can’t sleep in all of this.”
“It’s safer if I keep my shit on,” he says. “Especially with you smelling like this.”
“It’s just my lotion and oil. You like it?”
After kissing my stomach again, he says, “I love it. You got it on all over?”
“Mmhm.”
“Everywhere?” he asks as his hands slide under my shirt and up the sides of my thighs. “Can I see if it’s edible?” he asks.
“Yes,” falls off my lips quick as hell and we both laugh.
He tugs at my panties and pulls them down. Gladly, I step out of them and he pushes my shirt up. While holding it, he leans in and plants a soft kiss on my pussy. I feel his warm breath as he inhales me.
“Sit on my face,” he utters.