15. Huxley
15
HUXLEY
I have come prepared, but I never expected it to happen this quickly. My groin is throbbing, and the fiery rush in my blood urges me to be with her immediately. She’s displeased with my hesitation. I can feel it through the tension in her body.
Yet, I must be certain. The notion of sex ruining relationships is not a myth, and I don’t want my connection with Savannah to end before it even has a chance to grow.
“Are you absolutely sure about this?” I whisper.
As my eyes adapt, I can faintly discern the expression on her face, indicating that she has been silently encouraging me toward this moment. Why the question?
“Hux, please don’t overthink this.”
I’m not. I guess I need time to check in with myself. Am I doing this for her, or because she reminds me of the woman from my past?
As I take in her beauty and tenacity, my heart answers loud and clear. It’s for Savannah.
“Sav, I’m not only some rancher, ex-SEAL, or Red Mark agent. At the end of the day, I’m a gentleman. I had to ask. ”
She tugs at my tie, the silk fabric gliding through her fingers.
I sigh involuntarily. The touch of a woman untying my tie has always been my weakness, yet I’ve always believed that my willpower is stronger than any temptation. But Savannah’s touch goes beyond simply undoing the knot. It unravels me completely. I’m succumbing, my body reacting before my mind can catch up.
She nibbles the bottom of my earlobe, then whispers, “When I said not to overthink it, I meant, please don’t change your mind. I want more than just sex with you. I want you .”
A force awakens within me, and it’s not just my cock trying to take over. I’m propelled upward. She doesn’t know it, but she’s inviting me to breathe, to glimpse the radiant light just above the water’s edge.
The sensation drives my lips to slam against hers, our kiss liberating the pent-up energy between us. She savors my impatience as I remove my shirt.
Her eyes widen, sparkling with admiration as she takes in the sight before her. Her fingertips trace fervent lines across my chest and abs, then slow as they glide over my collarbones.
“Just shrapnel scars,” I dismiss her concern.
“It must’ve been painful,” she murmurs, eyes locked on mine as if asking permission. She kisses the random-shaped patches one by one, using her fingertips as her guide to find each scar.
The contact is so delectable. The texture of her fingers, marked by hard work and far from the softness of a princess in a tower, intensifies our connection. Her authenticity is imprinted on me with every stroke.
I’m forced to buckle when she undoes my pants with nimble hands, rubbing my aroused form through the fabric of my underwear .
“I don’t mean to be shallow, but—” I grab her hand, pressing it hard against my swelling balls. “I’ve been fantasizing about you.”
“Have you?” She frees her index finger from the weight of my palm, now trailing around the circumference of my cock crown. “In a healthy way?”
“Not really.” The things I’d like to do to her nipples, her lips, her pussy. And my most favored flight of fancy, watching her excite herself. I haven’t thought about a woman that way for… I really can’t remember.
She attempts to restrain a smile. “That does sound shallow,” she delivers her verdict. “You’re forgiven. But tonight, just so you know, I don’t do shallow.”
Fuck, she’s killed my self-control. I nip the flesh of her lower pout, at the same time projecting my pelvis toward her, warning her of what I’m about to unleash.
In response, she chafes the shape of the unruly bulge on my pelvis. As if that’s not quite enough, she squeezes my scrotum, sighing as if she was about to have her orgasm already.
I groan for the pain and my escalating arousal. Now, kisses don’t quite satisfy me. I cannot get enough of her, and I bite down on the flesh near her jugular vein, sucking the skin, almost chewing at it. This spurs her into action.
“Hux!” she moans as she unclasps her bra, freeing her breasts to rest against my bare pecs.
I lower myself, our nipples grazing against each other. She rubs her naked chest against me, her body writhing restlessly. Caught in a flurry of competing desires, whether to remove my underwear or shed her own jeans, she relinquishes the task of undressing to me.
Grasping her slender waist, I unbutton and unzip her jeans. The sound of the zipper excites me further, knowing that I will soon feel the warmth of her skin and more. She’s too consumed with pleasure to fully indulge herself, entrusting the task of uncovering each other to my capable hands.
I dispose of my underwear, startling her as the sight of my exposed cock confronts her. But she swiftly collects herself, undeterred by its size. Instead, her hunger escalates, prompting her hand to go into action.
“No, no. Keep them on,” I intervene, stopping her from sliding her panties down. My eyes linger on the lace that adorns her intimate area. Its intricate patterns barely conceal the enticing slit that leads to her entrance. She looks so goddamn beautiful. “I really love seeing you in them.”
Her eyes spark, appreciating me. Then, while sensually touching her exquisite breasts, she slithers along my front, dancing her lace-clad pelvis against mine as if she’s lost in a state of blissful self-pleasure.
I cram her body into me, feeling her skin melding with mine. It’s like sinking into a warm bath after a punishing day, soothing and unknotting. Her presence steadily seeps into the cracks that are widening by the minute. Even though my manhood is throbbing for action, I would die content just holding her like this. Our bodies fused together, our spirits merging, serenaded by her wild calls.
I trace a finger along the fabric of her underwear, pulling it aside to explore. Jesus … her slickness has spread beyond her lips.
With a deliberate deceleration, I gracefully lower myself in front of her, relishing every seductive motion as I remove the final article of clothing, the lace waking up the pores along her thighs. I press my lips against her luscious pubic hair, gradually moving lower to find her entrance. My tongue caresses her arousal, exploring her depths. With each stroke, I venture deeper. Though met with resistance from her binding flesh, I persist as her cries urge me, “Don’t stop!”
Hell, no. I won’t stop until she says so.
Her pulse quickens, her knees trembling to maintain her balance. “Huxley, baby…” She takes a deep breath, steadying herself, absorbing what I’m giving her.
Then she shifts her weight. Standing on one foot, the toes of her other foot reach for my growing length. They play with my scrotum, enticing my cock like she’s its master. I fight against the heightened sensitivity, determined not to falter. Eventually, she succumbs to my relentless licking, collapsing onto the bed behind her.
I withdraw from her pussy and follow suit, admiring her exquisite backside as she crawls toward the center of the mattress. Retrieving a condom from my wallet, I slide it on, ready to fulfill her desires.
Her thighs part, her body twitches, reacting to my touch as she assumes her position. Placing pillows beneath her belly, I ensure her comfort because everywhere else might hurt. I align myself with her, my head lowered, her back arching, her buttocks the pinnacle of her posture. Doggy style it is. The tip of my erection brushes against her perineum.
“You’re tense,” I whisper.
“It’s been a while.” She turns her head to me. “But I want you, Hux.”
I nibble on her sublime lips, savoring the taste as she whispers those intoxicating words: I want you .
Resting my head beside hers, I guide my throbbing length inside her tightness, each inch feeling like a heavenly massage. As I penetrate her deeper, she moans in my ear.
“Tell me if it hurts too much,” I say, conscious about my raging manhood.
“You’re pleasing me, Hux.” With a hunger so desperate, there’s no way she can force that statement. She is craving the hurt.
My body moves. I’m nestled firmly inside her, the tightness almost overwhelming. But she meets my rhythm, and soon, we become tangled twines of ecstasy. The curve of her walls clenches me, a delicious sensation that drives me to seek more. She whimpers my name—agony and plea all in one. Emboldened by this and feeling the steady stream of her arousal, I rock her with my length while my fingers tweak at her clit.
“Hux!” she screams, her hands clawing at the sheet.
Lifting my buttocks, I retreat from her momentarily, assessing her. Her form flexes so invitingly that I damn hope she’ll take in all of me.
“You okay, baby?” I check.
“Give it to me, Hux,” she moans, barely cohesive.
With a forceful surge, I plunge back into her, the rapid rhythm propelling us both into a frenzy. The intense coupling rattles her, and her lips release a passionate cry, long, excruciating, and feral, fueling my own ascent toward ecstasy.
“I’m close, Sav,” I huff, still relenting in my penetration, the tip of my cock straining with pain. Supporting myself on either side of her shoulders, I can feel her fingernails grazing the surface of my palms.
With one final push, I release, filling her completely. Along with the primal scream that tears from my throat, it feels like my heart, my soul, and every part of me is released. She’s now indispensable, as the blood in my veins. She exists in me, and I want to exist within her, for her. And this is only the beginning.
Exhausted, Savannah collapses, and I carefully remove the pillows from beneath her, allowing her to lie flat on the bed. I join her, supporting my weight to avoid crushing her form .
We both pant, inhaling the scent of our lovemaking. All I want is to hold her close and return to a state of euphoria. Our lips find each other, kissing passionately, again and again, until we ease into quietness.
Her finger trailed the curve of my buttocks. “So, sex before a date, huh?” she taunts me, her hips rising to brush against my relaxing arousal.
I smirk and counter, “Since when have you ever been conventional?”
She kisses me, her lips conveying her admiration. “Huxley ‘Hugs’ Cometti, You are the most gentlemanly, the most incredible lover I’ve ever known. You can do no wrong in my eyes.”