Chapter Six #2
He swallowed for breath as he took in the wide hips and shapely legs, the softly rounded belly that cinched in at the waist, the slender arms…
She reached the foot of the bed and stopped.
Crystal-clear green eyes locked on his, she pinched the hem of the negligee with both hands and slowly hitched it up, past the juncture of her thighs and the soft, trimmed red bush he’d once shaved until they decided they both preferred it in its natural form.
Higher it rose, over her navel, her breasts and pale pink nipples rising and stretching as she lifted it over them, and then it was travelling the length of her slender throat and briefly over her face before it was dropped onto the floor and the hair captured in it was tumbling back down and Beth was staring at him with such naked desire it was all he could do not to launch himself at her, throw her onto the bed and plunge deep inside her.
She climbed onto the bed and crawled towards him like a lioness hunting her prey.
Beth’s heart was hammering so hard and fast it had become an indistinct burr.
The bedroom’s dim, romantic lighting perfectly accentuated the piratical darkness of Xavi’s features and turned his body into light and shade.
The only movement of his features and body was the flaring of his nostrils and the pulsing of his hooded eyes.
She fought for breath as she took in the changes time had made to his glorious body.
So much was the same, but so much was different, too.
He’d filled out more than his clothing had revealed, his wiry body far more muscular than it used to be.
She didn’t need to touch his washboard stomach to know it was harder than it had been when she’d been the most important person in his world, and she squashed the swell of misery that rose to wonder how many other women had already enjoyed this version of him.
She couldn’t think about them. Mustn’t. Not here in this bed. Not when the one thing that hadn’t changed about him was standing proudly to attention, the tip practically touching his belly button.
Before Xavi, she’d always imagined she would find a real-life penis disgusting.
Raised in a culture where pornography was rife and the boys of her school thought it hilarious to send dick pics to unwitting girls—a practice eventually stamped out by a determined headmistress and police liaison officers—she’d felt so violated and grossed-out at the unwanted pictures sent to her phone that she’d been in no rush to get intimate with anyone, certainly in no rush to see a male naked in the flesh.
That had all changed with Xavi. Oh, he’d been as horny as the male dogs in her school, but he’d been horny for her.
He’d wanted Beth, not her vagina. She hadn’t been the port in any storm to him.
She’d been his port. He’d wanted to know her, all of her.
He’d made her feel beautiful and sexy, and his delight in her body had banished any hang-ups she’d had about the size of her hips and backside.
His penis, huge though it was, was something she’d learned to love and not fear.
When they’d made love the first time, he’d taken such care of her that there had been hardly any discomfort, let alone pain.
She would have walked on burning coal laced with glass for him, and it killed her to know there was a tiny part of her that still would.
The texture of his skin was another thing that hadn’t changed, and she trailed her fingers up his legs, marvelling and despairing that she remembered it so perfectly. Marvelled and despaired, too, that she was burning up to taste and touch him and to feel the exquisite joy of his possession.
He crooked a finger. Heat was blazing from the hooded eyes locked so tightly on hers. ‘Come here,’ he said thickly.
Suddenly furious with herself for letting her thoughts take control of her when she was on the first stage of her mission to take control of him, she ignored his beckoning finger and took hold of his cock.
‘Beth…’ His protest cut off when she closed her lips around it.
She could have cried. It even tasted of the same Xavi cleanliness as she remembered.
It felt the same, too, a hard, almost glassy-smooth warmth on her tongue.
She’d never been able to take it all in her mouth, but that had never mattered; she’d learned to drive him insane using her hands, too, even masturbating him between her breasts.
She’d been shameless and wanton in her need to give him pleasure, and as she began to pleasure him now, his reactions fed the burn inside her, turning her on as effectively as if he’d been the one bestowing pleasure on her.
Fingers dove into her hair, his stomach brushing her forehead as he cradled her bobbing head with low groans until he gently lifted her face and gazed down at her.
Meeting his stare, her heart punched hard into her ribs, and the part of her that still loved him wanted to punch him as hard as she could for the way he was looking at her, as if she were his dream come to life and not the dream he’d only picked back up off the reject pile because she had something he wanted.
She was barely aware of being pushed onto her back until she was flat on the mattress and he was lying over her, still gazing at her in the way that made her heart sing and cry all at the same time.
Gently, he smoothed her fringe out of her eyes and then with her name a whisper on his tongue, he kissed her.
Although she’d spent so much of the evening aching to feel Xavi’s lips back on hers, the crying part of her heart instinctively resisted his kiss.
She wanted to make love to him, not the other way round.
She wanted…needed…to control all of this, just as she’d controlled the intimacy that had brought them to this point.
His face lifted off her, his concerned stare locking back onto hers. ‘What’s wrong?’
To her utter horror, the tear ducts she’d spent eight years believing had run dry filled, the pressure that had been missing all these years burning the back of her eyes.
The terror that they would spill out and he would see her cry and so see all the things she’d sworn to never let him see again was even stronger than the terror of losing herself in the pleasure of Xavi, and she speared the back of his head to pull his face back down to hers.
Their mouths fused, and in an instant she was close to being lost in the hunger of his kiss.
Lips moving in a lusty, possessive dance, their tongues entwined, and Beth was helpless to do anything but cradle his head and drag her fingers through the soft, dark hair she’d once spent hours of her life stroking.
His weight lowered onto her, and then it wasn’t just her mouth being crushed but her breasts and her stomach, sensation burning like a greedy flame through her as they became a tangle of entwined limbs.
‘Dios, I have missed you,’ he muttered into her mouth, words to make her want to cry and want to smash her fists into him, but then his lips dragged over her cheek and down her throat, and she fell back into her Xavi bliss.
The softness of his beard scraped her sensitised skin, a brand-new sensation that heightened the thrills, and when he took the hard peak of her breast in his mouth, her cries came from a place she had no control over.
Xavi had never considered himself a breast man until Beth had come into his life.
He still didn’t. It was Beth’s breasts that turned him on so much, not just the weight and fullness of them but the way she writhed and moaned at his slavering worship of them.
They were like marshmallow-filled pillows and tasted even sweeter, and he would gladly take his last breath suffocated in them.
He would gladly take his last breath anywhere so long as it was with her. Making love to Beth was like making love to a hedonistic heaven condensed into soft, womanly form.
He would never forget the first time they’d made love. He’d never known himself capable of exerting such control, and he would need similar control to draw strength from to stop himself falling back into the Beth spell that had once captured him so completely.
Breaking that spell had taken such focus and strength that he’d broken a part of himself in the process, a side effect of breaking her heart he’d always accepted.
All the years spent without her had been lived with the hazy thought far in the back of his mind that when the time was right, he would bring her back into his life.
That time was now, but this time, he would not allow her spell to capture the whole of him again.
Here and now, she was exactly where he wanted her, in his bed and in his arms, and he closed his mind of all thoughts and sank back into the heaven of Beth.
He kissed and licked every glorious inch of her flesh, sinking his fingers into the buttery soft skin, letting her cries and moans soak into his senses and feed his arousal.
When he buried his face between her legs, he found her swollen and ready and radiating the soft, musky scent of her desire, a scent and taste that had lost none of the potency of old and darted straight into his burning loins.
Time had dulled the potency of the effect of Xavi’s lovemaking.
It must have done because this… He’d barely opened her up to him and pressed his tongue to her throbbing nub before Beth was riding a climax she’d been barely aware of forming under the weight of sensation ravaging the entirety of her being, a climax she was still riding when he kissed his way back up to her mouth.
Throbbing with desperation for his possession, she cupped his face tightly as their mouths and tongues entwined and lifted her thighs to wrap her legs around him. She could hardly breathe for anticipation, could hear nothing over the roar of her heart and the groans coming from Xavi’s throat.
His hand skimmed her belly and her pubis as he reached for the weighty arousal straining against the top of her thigh, and she adjusted herself as he took hold of himself to press the tip right in the place they both needed it.
He filled her with one deep thrust.
The pleasure was so intense that she cried into his mouth, cries repeated as he began to move. With kisses as deep as his penetration, he drove into her with his hips, gripping her thighs to push them farther back and shrinking the world so it contained only them.
Lost in the paradise of Xavi’s possession, Beth closed her eyes and sank into the swell of sensation.
She was no more ready for her climax than she’d been for her first, and when it came, she could no more stop it than she could stop her heart from beating.
It rippled out of her like a crescendo from deep within her, wave upon wave of pulsating rapture.
So powerful were the ripples that she was barely conscious of Xavi’s fingers biting into her thighs or the fevered drive of his thrusts, his deepening groans a distant echo until he came into sharp focus with a roar as he bucked into her one last, violent time, catching the swell of her abating climax and driving her back into a state of bliss that carried her off into another dimension.