14. Ella

CHAPTER 14

ELLA

Xavier holds my face in both hands, brings his lips to mine, and I instantly ignite. He's slow and tender at first, with soft pecks and kisses on the side of my mouth. He's taking his time and just enjoying the moment. But the instant I open my mouth to him and his tongue touches mine, he picks up the tempo. Now, he's kissing me like a man starved. One of his hands moves behind my head as he fists my hair, the other on my cheek as his tongue continues to explore my mouth.

Then, he pulls away and starts to trail kisses up my neck and along my jaw. He pauses for a moment, seeming a little breathless. "If I keep kissing you like this, I'm just going to end up taking off all of your clothes right here and now, so I can taste every inch of your body. Do you trust me?" he asks, thumb stroking my cheek.

"Yes. I trust you," I whisper.

"Okay? You're sure?" he asks.

"Yes. I want you." I barely get the sentence out before his lips are crashing back onto mine. I'm already feeling weak at the knees.

He walks me back until I'm standing pressed against the wall closest to my bedroom door. His hands are roaming up my body, one hand going to my throat and the other working its way under my shirt and up my stomach. He slips his hand underneath my bra and gently pinches my nipple. He presses into me, and I can feel how hard he is for me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. I press my hips into his, because I want to feel all of him. His hand moves from my chest and slides down to my shorts. He unbuttons them, pulls down the zip, and then slowly takes them off. His hand then slips inside my underwear and his fingers graze the lace covering me. I thought I was turned on before, but the feel of his fingers so close to my most sensitive spot has me unravelling. I want to feel even closer to him, and an idea pops into my head.

"Would you care to join me in the shower?" I ask, breathless, as his hands continue to explore me. He groans. There's nothing more intimate than showering with someone.

"Um, fuck yeah, I'll join you."

"Excellent." I pull his hand from my pants and drag him into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and pretty much rip his shirt off over his head. He does the same to me. Then, he unclips my bra and all I'm left standing in is the black lace G-string I put on in the hopes that he would be the one taking it off.

He stares down at me hungrily, reaching out to gently brush my nipples. They instantly harden at his touch. He squeezes me with both hands and I let out a soft moan. His hands slide down my body and as he reaches my underwear, he slowly peels them off, leaving me bare.

I step into the shower and stare back at him as the water cascades over my naked body. He strips off the rest of his clothes, and I can't look away. He's standing there, naked, and my mouth waters at the sight. He steps into the shower and stands in front of me, most of the water hitting my back, and doesn't hesitate. He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and pulls me to him with just enough force, and then he truly devours me. He kisses along my jaw and down my neck, nipping at the skin as he moves further and further down. He reaches my peaked nipples and kisses me gently before sucking hard and I moan with pleasure. He bites down gently and pulls, my thighs squeezing tight as I can feel myself getting more and more turned on. He continues his trail of kisses and before I know it, he's on his knees before me.

"You are stunning," he says as he looks up at me.

This is quite possibly one of the hottest moments of my life. He kisses my belly, then moves from one of my hips, then to the other. As he continues to kiss me lower and lower, I lean back, urging him on. As I do this, the stream of water from the shower hits him right in the face.

He coughs and splutters and I can't help the laughter that bursts out of me. "Oh my God, I am so sorry!" I'm laughing so hard. This is not how I thought this would go.

He stands back up, luckily with a smile on his face. "It's okay." His fingers lightly trace the bones of my hips and move closer and closer to my aching centre. I am desperate for his touch at this point.

"I didn't mean to nearly drown you, I promise. Maybe… we should… move to the bed." I'm breathing hard and I can barely get the words out as his fingers graze my clit.

"That's a good idea. Because the only thing I planned on drowning in tonight is you, and I'm done waiting."

Holy shit. I am a fucking puddle at this point . I didn't think this man could possibly turn me on even more and yet, he just said THAT. He turns off the shower, pulls me out, and effortlessly picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as I kiss him deeply. I moan into his lips as he carries me to the bedroom, we're both still dripping wet from the shower, and I'm also dripping wet… from him.

He throws me onto the bed, drags me to the edge, and spreads my legs wide. He isn't wasting any more time.

"I've wanted to taste you from the moment I met you," he says. And then, his tongue is on me. He gently parts me, drawing long strokes until his tongue brushes my clit. I gasp and grab his hair in both hands, encouraging him to go harder. He stops and looks up at me.

"Put your arms above your head. Don't let them come down, Ella, or I will stop."

Oh. Oh, okay. He wants to give me orders? I'll do whatever the fuck he tells me to at this point. I let go of him and bring my arms above my head. It seems like the man has a plan and I'm not going to complain.

"That's a good girl," he says, and then he dives right back in, pushing his tongue hard against me.

"Oh my God, Xavier." I breathe as he flicks my clit over and over again. He starts sucking as he drives a finger inside of me, instantly finding my g-spot. This man is a fucking god . "Oh, holy fuck!" My back arches and my arms come down to grab his hair again. He instantly stops.

"Ella, what did I say?"

"To keep my arms above my head."

"Correct. And you didn't listen, did you?"

I bite my bottom lip and shake my head. "No, I didn't."

"Do you know what happens when you don't follow instructions?"

I shake my head again. In an instant, he has me flipped over and onto my stomach. He draws my knees up so that my arse is in the air. He gently rubs his hand over my left cheek. "I'm going to spank you now. Is that okay?" he asks.

Oh. My. God. "Yes. Yes, please," I plead. I don't know what's hotter, the fact that he asked for consent first, or the anticipation of being spanked. I've been spanked before and enjoyed it, but I've found in the past most guys just aren't into it—they either say they are but don't commit to it fully, or they are into it but only for their own pleasure. He brings his hand down and spanks me, not too hard at first, but enough to bring a tingle up my spine and for a soft moan to slip through my lips. He spanks me again, a little harder, and then flips me back over onto my back.

"Now, I don't want to have to tell you again. Put your arms up and keep them there." And then, he's right back to where he was. He thrusts a finger inside of me and hits the sweet spot. He leans in and lightly flicks his tongue to the rhythm of his finger until, miraculously, I'm close to climaxing.

"Oh my God, yes! I'm so close." He picks up the pace and presses his tongue down harder on my clit and I come undone. He holds me down as I arch my back, forcing me to ride out the orgasm in its entirety as he continues to gently lick me."Ohh fuck," I say breathlessly. I can't remember the last time a man made me come like that. If ever, actually.

He makes his way back up my body, wiping the evidence of my pleasure from his lips.I pull his face to mine and kiss him. We slide further up onto the bed, until my head hits the pillows. I look down at him and see that he is achingly hard. I take him in my hand and slowly stroke him up and down. His eyes slowly close as he rests his forehead on mine."Fuck Ella, that feels so good."

I kiss him again as I pick up my pace, squeezing him as I get to the tip. Our kiss deepens and I'm ready for more. I want this man to fuck me into tomorrow. "I need you to fuck me now, Xavier."

"Oh, do you? Whatever happened to please?"

I smile at him and bat my eyelashes in a ridiculous fashion. "Please, Xavier, will you fuck me now?"

"Well, only because you asked so nicely. Condom?"

I point to the bedside table because I'm beyond words at this point. He pulls away from me and opens the drawer to get a condom out. He opens the packet and slides it on. Once he's ready, he pulls my legs open. He is so hard and ready for me, positioning himself at my entrance, slowly teasing me.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes, please Xavier. I need you." I moan.

He continues to tease me, rubbing himself along my clit which is so sensitive that I could come again just from the friction alone. I'm practically begging at this point. Finally, he slowly enters me. Once he is fully inside, he stops moving, enjoying the feel of me and letting me adjust. Not because he has a super unrealistic massive dick like I read about in all of my romance novels, but because I haven't been fucked in so long, I just need a moment. He leans down and kisses me passionately as he starts to move. He brings his mouth to my ear and whispers, "I'm going to fuck you until you're screaming my name."

Before I could answer, he pulls out and thrusts into me hard. The sounds that come out of me are barely human. He continues to pull out almost completely before slamming back into me. I drag my fingernails down his back, enough to leave a mark, as he starts to set a pace that has me seeing stars. He lifts my hips up off the bed and props my legs up over his shoulders, so he can get an even better angle, and it works. He's hitting a spot so deep within me and I know that it won't be long before I come again.

He reaches down with one hand to squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple, eliciting an even louder moan from me. I can feel my pleasure building again, only this time it feels like it's coming from deeper within. I've never had an orgasm from penetration before in my life, and I think I'm about to experience it for the first time. A bead of sweat rolls down his face as he continues his punishing rhythm, and I know we are both close to the edge.

"Fuck Ella, you feel so good. I want you to come for me."

He picks up the pace, pounding into me a few more times and I reach my peak, the orgasm rocking through me as I indeed scream his name.

He continues to fuck me through wave after wave of pleasure until he finds his release too, shuddering and groaning in ecstasy. He gently places my shaking legs back onto the bed and bends to kiss me. It's slow, sweet, and sensual. He kisses me on the forehead and gently pulls out of me.

"Holy shit," I mutter to myself. I have never come like that when sleeping with a guy for the first time. Not ever . Let alone twice. In fact, I don't recall ever having an orgasm that even comes close to what I just experienced. We're both lying on my bed, completely spent, trying to catch our breath. He pulls the condom off and ties a knot in it before placing it on the bedside table. Pulling back the sheets, he slides into my bed and motions for me to join him for a cuddle.

"I wouldn't have picked you to be a cuddler," I say with an element of surprise. I don't hesitate though, I'm such a slut for cuddles.

He wraps an arm around me and pulls me in tight. "I fucking love cuddles. How are you feeling?" He plants a small kiss on my lips and smiles at me.

"Consider my tension released. That was incredible, and I'm not just saying that. It's normally quite difficult for me to orgasm the first time I sleep with someone, so for you to get me there twice… Are you a magician or something?"

He laughs deeply. "Not a magician, I just take great pleasure in giving pleasure. As long as you're satisfied, I'm satisfied."

Incredible . Most of the guys I've slept with in the past haven't given two shits about my pleasure, and have just taken what they need for themselves, leaving me reaching for my vibrator the moment they leave.

"I've never heard a man say anything like that before—that's very selfless of you. Most guys I've encountered were incredibly selfish in the bedroom," I say, stifling a yawn.

"Good thing I'm not most guys. You're tired and it's late. Do you want me to stay?" he asks. "I know you have work in the morning, so if you want me to leave, I will."

"No it's fine, you can stay," I mumble sleepily. "Probably shouldn't make sleepovers a regular occurrence though, don't want to grow attached to these cuddles." As I say that, I snuggle in closer. I can't remember the last time someone held me like this, and I'll be damned if I don't make the most of it.Sometimes I think to myself that it's not necessarily the sex that I miss, but the intimacy. The hugs, the kisses, the small touches here and there. That's what I crave. I can get myself to orgasm easily enough, but there is nothing out there that can replace the intimacy of another human's touch.

"Good plan, but for now, let's get some sleep. Maybe in the morning I can show you again just how selfless I am."

I smile and look up at him to give him a quick kiss before turning out the light. "Now I definitely won't say no to that."