Chapter 12 #2
Just like my mother did with me every Easter Sunday, me and the girls color eggs and I hide a few in the yard for them to find. We also get bunny cookies from Seasonal Sweets to eat after dinner.
“We gon’ look so extra pretty,” Averi gushes. “Are you getting your hair braided too?”
“Not this time. Maybe for the summer.”
We make it to the school and through the long drop-off line.
As soon as I see them walk through the main entrance, I hit Xai, send him my address, and tell him to be at my house in an hour and a half.
I rush home, drink the last jar of Coochie Juice, change my linens, and spray the new set with lavender and take care of myself next.
After running an oatmeal and milk bath, I soak in the skin-softening hot water.
When it tempers down to lukewarm, I get out, take a shower, then thoroughly oil every inch of my frame with my favorite scent.
My hair is next. Using my large ceramic curling iron, I curl my hair and use my extra-large rods to secure the curls while I dress.
Trying to semi-grant his request, I choose my brown, sheer, see through, lace babydoll gown and brown thong.
Once I’m dressed, I moisturize my face, add a little tinted gloss to my lips, remove my rods, and finger comb my hair.
Before leaving my room, I light the Calm candle from my Light My Flame C3 collection then walk out and light the Cool one in the living room.
My house is clean and smells fresh. My bedroom is ready and my body is filled with excited but nervous energy.
I’m looking sexy, feeling sexy, and ready when I hear my doorbell camera chime.
After taking a deep breath and running my hands through my hair, I unlock and open my door.
Standing on the other side, holding a small duffel and dressed in dark denim and a black designer shirt with a platinum chain, is Xai.
His intoxicating, woodsy, spicy, and citrus scent tickles my nose as soon as I pull the door ajar.
“Damn…shit,” he mumbles as his eyes take a tour of me.
“Good morning,” I greet him.
“It is now,” he says as he steps in. With a mannish but sexy look on his handsome face, he crowds my space, wraps his arms around me, then kisses me with so much damn passion my knees buckle.
“Damn,” I moan, expressing his same sentiment when he releases my mouth. He kisses the side of my neck then grabs my ass. “You want a tour?” I ask.
After salaciously running his tongue across my shoulder and up the side of my neck to my earlobe, he utters, “If the tour means I get to walk behind you and watch that ass, I’ll take a few tours.”
“This way,” I say as I grab his hand and lead him through the house. The tour ends in my room. “And this. This is my ro—”
His mouth on mine stops my words and I don’t have any complaints. I love the way Xai kisses and welcome his lips each and every time. As his lips and tongue finesse mine, I feel his hands grip my ass then snake to the top of my thong. He pulls it down and it falls on my feet.
I’ve felt his hands before. I’m familiar with and love the sensation of them on my body but this touch feels different.
This touch has purpose and knowledge of the end goal.
The fact that today, I’m actually going to feel all of him, has me in a heightened state of sensory awareness.
Although his hands are only on my ass, I feel them all over.
“Xai,” I moan.
“Yeah, pretty girl. You like how I kiss you?” he asks, eyes peering into mine.
“Yes,” I trill.
His hands grip my hips then move up my sides, under my breasts.
With each movement of his hands, his eyes don’t waver from mine.
Although his eyes are dark and intense, I notice a spark and flicker in them, making him look even more sexy.
Between the intensity of his eyes and the feeling of his warm, exploratory hands, I’m slowly coming undone.
His hands travel across my stomach, then somehow, he lifts my dress over my head and tosses it on the floor.
“Damn,” his baritone rumbles as his eyes penetrate my skin, causing a vibration through my soul. “You look more beautiful than I could have imagined. Shit, baby,” he says and I’m pretty sure my cheeks are rosy.
I’m not insecure in any way. When I look in the mirror, I see a beautiful woman and love everything about me, everything.
But hearing I look beautiful from a fine ass, sexy ass man and seeing the total adoration and appreciation of my body through his eyes and words hits different.
It somehow makes me feel even more beautiful.
His hands cover my breasts and my nipples pebble under his thumbs. All of me is overstimulated in a good ass way. Granting my overwhelming desire to touch him, I place my hand on his chest. I can actually feel his muscle definition under his shirt.
“Take this off,” I utter and he grins.
“You trying to see me?”
“Mmhm. I want to feel your skin on mine,” I admit.
“I want to feel myself inside you. Let’s go to your bed,” he says, and before I can move, he scoops me up bridal style.
When we reach my bed, gingerly, he places me back on my feet. My back is to the bed so he turns to face it. He steps into me and I feel his dick press against me through his jeans. My damn mouth waters and my clit throbs at the same damn time.
He latches one arm around me, pulling me into his chest, and his free hand lands between my legs. He cups my pussy and presses his thumb against my clit. I moan softly from his touch.
“I like your hair like this,” he mumbles before moving it off my neck. Then he peppers a tender kiss right below my earlobe. “You always smell so fucking good. Whatever it is, I’m about to lick it off you.”
“No objections here.”
His hand moves to my back and he arches it. True to his word, he slowly runs his tongue up and down my spine. My body quakes from the sensual act as I anchor my hands on the bed for support. He then grips my ass cheeks before planting tiny kisses on each one.
“Lay down,” he says while using his hand to coax me onto the bed.
My body is a burning inferno and I’m turned all the way on.
I’m ready and willing for damn near anything he has in mind.
Without any hesitation, I lay my ass on the bed with a huge smile cemented on my face.
Once my stomach is on the bed, I turn over, anxious to see if he’s finally removing his clothes and he is.
He removes his chain first and places it on my nightstand.
His shirt is next, as he raises it, revealing the most sculpted set of abs I’ve ever seen.
When he removes it, my eyes trace every ripple and muscle on his chocolate arms and chest. I’m stuck in pure astonishment, watching his every movement, but when he unbuttons his jeans, I prop up on my elbows for a better look.
From the feel of his print through his jeans, I already know I’m about to be blessed.
He’s chiseled to perfection and I’m itching to run my fingers down his cut abs. However, what I’m fortunate to see now pales in comparison to what’s revealed when he drops his jeans and boxers. My freaking God!
Xai’s dick is…shit! It’s causing me to lose my breath and my words.
I’m utterly speechless. I’ve heard a few women talk about a pretty penis but I’ve never seen one until this exact moment.
Long, thick, veiny but not too veiny, a rich chocolate, even tone with a perfect mushroom tip. My damn mouth is drooling.
“Come here,” I damn near beg as I wipe my hands across my mouth. His sexy ass smirks then shakes his head. No?
“Condom,” he whispers and I smile.
He grabs the condom from his duffle bag. Xai knows exactly who he is and what’s in his hand because as he slides the condom on, he stares at me with so much arrogance. I merely smile and enjoy the show until he takes tiny steps closer to the bed. It sinks a little when his knee lands at my side.
His right hand slides up my thigh and lands on my pussy. I exhale in anticipation of all of him. I reach up to his face and pull him in for a much-desired kiss. As we kiss, his fingers strum my pussy.
“Shit, baby. You’re wet already,” he says.
“All you,” I admit. “That’s…all…you.”
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” I say. After pecking my lips, he licks them and my chin. His warm tongue slides down my neck, between my breasts, down my stomach, around my belly ring, then he licks between my pussy lips. A bolt of electricity shocks my body and I buck. “What the fuck,” I cry.
He lifts my legs and places his hands on the back of my thighs to keep them up.
As if claiming my body, he dives in, relentless in his pursuit of making me unravel.
His tongue massages my clit then he proceeds to sloppily tongue kiss my pussy.
My body will not stay still. I squirm all over my bed, practically singing.
My moans echo off the walls along with the sounds of him slurping my juices. I’m seconds from losing my damn mind.
“Xai…I don’t...shit…Xai,” I stumble out.
The seconds are obliterated the moment I feel his tip breach my opening. My body explodes and shakes like crazy while my eyes roll back. “Fuuck!”
“Shit, baby. You look fucking beautiful when you cum,” he groans.
I have no words, no response. I’m still basking in the explosion rumbling through me, trying to catch my breath.
Then I feel him enter me more, my body arches to welcome him, and fuck!
I explode again. “I like that shit,” he mumbles before covering my quivering lips.
Slowly and passionately, he kisses me as he sinks into me.
My entire body stretches to accommodate him and I whimper into his mouth.
With steady and precise motion, he strokes in and out of me, actively destroying my sanity.
I feel him all over and he feels amazing, too damn good.
I have no words. Only his name falling off my lips as he rocks me to another massive orgasm.
“Shit, Adora. You feel good as fuck,” he grunts then freezes. My eyes fly open and meet his. He’s hovering over me, glaring. A smile spreads across his handsome face, and although I’m not happy about him stopping, I can’t help but smile back.
“What?” I sigh.
“You, shit. This pussy. You’re so fucking tight and wet. I’m ’bout to lose it,” he says while slowly shaking his head. “Fuck! So good,” he adds before placing my leg over his shoulder.
He pulls out, shakes his head, then eases back into me.
The feeling is indescribable. It hurts so good and I’m a befuddled mess.
One hand is on his chest, pushing him away, and the other is on his back, trying to pull him in deeper.
I’m in a foreign to me state of pure ecstasy and my brain and body are scrambled in a good way.
When he eases back in, I feel my muscles grip him but my wetness allows him to slip back out. Slowly, we develop our pace and he goes deeper and deeper, driving me wild. My hips rock with him, and as soon as I’ve adjusted to his size, I start fucking him back.
“Gotdamn,” he groans.
His energy matches mine. My body molds around him. We are connected and it’s the perfect fit. It’s a beautiful feeling and sight to see. After watching me fuck him for a few moments, his hands grip my hips and he pounds into me.
“Fuck, Xai,” I trill. Our eyes meet briefly before mine roll back again. A ball of heat rushes through me. My stomach muscles clamp as my hands drop to the bed.
“Cum on this dick again,” he demands and I quickly comply.
My entire body quivers, my emotions crumble, and I explode.
He holds my leg over his shoulder steady then picks up the speed of his thrusts. My body continues to shiver and my moans intensify. I feel a wave of warmness overcome me again. He feels it too, and by the tight look on his face, I think he’s about to bust too.
“Fuck,” he grunts before leaning in and capturing my mouth.