Chapter 10 - Enjoying Xavier

Attention this chapter has sex.

"Do I have to take off my shirt too?"

"Not yet," I answer shortly. I have my back to him, my face to the door, and my hand on the only way out of the room. I turn the key until I hear a click. Repeat.

Today, Xavier, is the day that you won't escape from my paws! I'm going to enjoy your body, slowly, slowly.

I arch my lips. I turn to him. I see him put his sweatshirt on the back of the chair almost 3 meters from me. He raises his left hand and my eyes bite the biceps that appear from under the sleeve of the shirt. He puts his hand on his freshly shaved chin and strokes it.

His eyes are fixed on me. I stop, staying at a distance that allows me to see him in all his splendor. His body almost overshadows the whole room, a body capable of a huge lever.

"You realize I can get through it, don't you?" He says, gesturing to the door behind me. When I hear his thick voice, a current runs down my spine.

"Yeah, and I know you won't do it," I say as I approach him like a cat. The sound of my heels breaks the silence of the room. I took them especially to accentuate my shapes. At the sound of my words, he folds his hands in front of his chest, and raises his right eyebrow, as if telling me to show him what I can do.

How do I get rid of this forbidden fruit? From above? Or downstairs? I think. Walking my gaze from his eyes to his feet and back.

I take a step toward him. Another one. I can smell the morning air. Suddenly, my legs stumble, and my ankle goes inward. I lose altitude. I don't feel the coolness of the porcelain tiles, which resemble parquet, but the warmth of two arms.

"Are you already on your knees?" his fleshy lips rose in a subtle smile, letting me see the dimples in his sun-kissed cheeks. His arms are around my body, giving me the support I need.

I feel a warmth in my lower abdomen when my breasts are pressed against his chest. I look straight into his brown eyes. I get lost in them. My brain forgets how to form words. I don't want to give him my answer because it would give him a few more points to his already big enough Ego.

I run this game, now and here! I talk to myself in my head. I feel a playful fire that starts to burn in my eyes, and my lips rise, exposing a little of my teeth.

I lower myself, taking care to subtly touch his body with my breasts. My path passes over his chest, then over his abdomen. I'm watching him closely. I see his eyes grow bigger, and the fire in my eyes starts to burn harder. The blood starts to boil in my veins. I catch my lower lip between my teeth, I love to see the effect I have on him.

I keep looking in his eyes. I want to see his every grimace. I support my left knee with my hands, capturing my breasts between my forearms.

Let me see you now, Xavier. My strong point are my breasts.

I catch him with dilated pupils, lost in my cleavage. I caught you, you're a breast fan. I think and pause for a few seconds to enjoy the moment. I was careful when I got dressed. I arranged the red blouse in a way that shows almost half of my pears.

"Do you want to eat them?" I ask him in a seductive voice, looking up at him. I let go of my clenched lips and moisten them with my tongue.

His eyes do not meet mine. They're too busy. I can only see Adam's apple moving rapidly downward. A warmth envelops my whole body, giving me strength for what is to come…. I want your full attention. ..I want to tell him, but I don't. Because I squeeze his left knee, his eyes return to me. I lower myself more, with more difficulty than usual.

I feel the coolness of the tiles when I put my knees on it, like a confession, but a different kind of confession. Heeled shoes become unbearable, so I take them off, one by one, throwing them around the room. I'll get them back later, now I need stability.

I resume the fight between our eyes, I release my breasts from the grip of my forearms. I move forward with my palms caressing his thighs. My gaze is already on their destination. His friend comes to life. I see a tent being set up through his pants.

The time has come… just this simple thought causes saliva to accumulate in my mouth. I'm ready to care for the beast, that seems to be calling me…

"Shall I release it?" I say, keeping my eyes on him. I move my fingertips on the base of the elastic of his pants as if on a leisurely stroll. When I reach the top of the tent, I cover it with my own hand. I feel the strength with which he struggles to meet me.

The answer to my question comes through his body. His head makes a quick movement from top to bottom. He swallows hard and his eyes narrow. I see the disappointment in them when I take my hand from his tent.

"Stay calm," I whisper, "I just like to play with you like a cat with its prey before it swallows it all," I add between my parted lips, emphasizing the last word. I see the storm raging in his eyes and how he clamps his jaw. I hear the gust of air coming out of his lungs.

Ah, I love this game. I put my other hand on the elastic of his pants, I put my fingers under it. As slowly as I can. I love to see him boil while waiting. My fingers tremble like a leaf touched by the wind. I can't wait to release, to know, to caress the beast hidden by the tent that seems to have grown.

"Let's see what you're hiding," I say, and with calculated movements of my hands I pull his pants up to his ankles. Time has stopped especially for us. I grab him by the leg and take off his pants. I throw them away without looking where. My eyes are busy with his.

I resume the walk on his feet, now my skin greets his, I do not interrupt the fight of our eyes. His eyes narrow with every inch I walk to his boxers. I don't go straight to the boxers holding the beast captive, but I go down to the mountains of the thighs, on their inner side, where I feel the fast pulse of his heart.

"You like to play with me" I more read the words on his lips than I hear his hoarse voice.

"Yeah, I do"

My hands climb on top of his jewelry, tense like an accordion, I don't sit on them too long, I'll take care of them later. from the material. I catch his boxer-colored elastic in my morning coffee without milk.

My mouth is flooded, and my lips tighten a little so that the river does not come out on my chin. I don't swallow it, I need it to caress the phallus that's waiting for me. Its raspberry-colored head is the first to be revealed. I refrain from embracing him with my mouth, I want to see everything.

I continue the movements, revealing the penis that screams at me. I leave the boxers at his knees, my hands and mouth do not let me do what I did with my pants. With my right hand, I hold the base of the beast raised like a flag. I feel my knees sting when I get up a little so that my mouth can reach its prey.

With the tip of my tongue I outline his head, millimeter by millimeter, nothing escapes me. I hear the air that Xavier pulls hard when my lips take the place of my tongue. I feel the twitch of his penis, but also mine, in my lower abdomen. I wrap his phallus, I bathe it in the lake formed in my mouth.

I start with slow movements, to get used to the considerable size. I ignore the thought that maybe I won't be able to swallow it all, nothing is impossible. I look up to meet his eyes. I want to see how he reacts to the next step.

I open my mouth more, and cover my teeth with my lips, so as not to hurt. I'm going to attack. With the hand at the base of the penis, I make short movements up and down. I see Xavier's pupils enlarge when his phallus is half hidden from my mouth. Keep going until it gets all into my mouth.

I see him close his eyes and put his head back a little, for a few seconds I can no longer hear his breath. I continue dancing, my hand and my mouth move in tandem, up and down. His body is connected to mine, I increase the intensity of my movements when I feel him tense like a bow.

"Yeah, honey," he says, and his hand goes into my hair.

I don't answer because my mouth is busy with something else. Helped by his hand, I move faster and faster. finally, I hear his short, faster moans.

I see the tension in every muscle in his body. I move my hand from the base of his cock, and start stroking his jewelry, as I promised. I hear a long moan, I feel the twitching of his penis in my hand. And my throat is struck by the final cry of his phallus.

I swallow all the cum, and lick my lips like a cat after a hearty meal. Everything under his gaze. His eyes are open, his pupils dilated, and his face seems to see the brightest sunrise.

He gets on his knees at my level. I don't really understand what he wants to do, but I find out when his lips meet mine. Our tongues start a war, they touch, they twist. A war like a summer storm, with lots of thunder and lightning.