Chapter 119: In Control R18+

Xavier turned her and pushed gently. She landed on the bed with a soft bounce. He climbed over her, mouth descending to her right nipple. Hard and pebbled, he took it between his lips and sucked, using just enough teeth to make her hiss.

Her hips rose off the bed.

He licked the left one, then blew on it, watching the skin tighten further. Jade’s hands tangled in his hair, pressing his face down. The strangled sounds escaping her throat made his pulse hammer in his ears.

Down, then. He dragged his tongue over her ribs, the slight curve of her stomach, dipping into the shallow well of her navel. She writhed beneath him. The black lace was soaked through, a darker patch at the gusset that he pressed the flat of his tongue against.

"Xavier."

He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled. The underwear came away with a glistening thread of her arousal, and he tossed it to the floor. Her pussy was bare, already flushed a deep pink and shining. The scent hit him, rich and salty, and his head swam.

One slow lick. Up the center, from her entrance to her clit.

Jade gasped. Her thighs clamped around his head for a second, then loosened, opening wider. An invitation.

He settled in. Tongue flat and broad at first, then pointed, tracing circles around her clit. His middle finger pressed inside her, meeting no resistance, and she moaned, a long, shuddering sound that turned into a word.

"Yes."

Another finger joined the first, curling upward, and Jade’s back arched off the mattress. He sucked gently on her clit, just enough pressure, and her legs began to tremble.

"Right there," she said, breath hitching. "Don’t stop."

He didn’t. His jaw ached but he didn’t care. He wanted her falling apart on his tongue, wanted to feel every spasm around his fingers. The taste of her flooded his mouth.

Jade’s breathing went jagged. Her fingers fisted in the sheets. Such a good girl. But he didn’t say it. Not yet. He just kept the rhythm steady, unrelenting, watching the flush spread from her chest up her throat.

"I’m going to come," she whispered.

He curled his fingers harder, pressed his tongue deeper into her clit.

The tension in her body ratcheted higher, visible in the cords of her neck, the clench of her stomach. One more stroke, one more lick.

Then Jade went rigid. A gasp broke from her, fractured and raw, and her pussy clenched around his fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses. He kept his mouth on her through it, riding the waves, drawing out every last tremor.

When her body finally relaxed, he lifted his head. His cock was hard again, heavy between his legs. Jade lay beneath him, eyes glazed, still catching her breath.

"You’re not done," she said.

"No where near."

She reached between them, guiding him. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, slick and sure, and she positioned the head at her entrance. The heat there was indescribable.

Her phone rang from her bag. Insistent. A sharp electric trill that cut through the humid air of the bedroom like a blade.

Xavier froze, his cock pressing against the slick heat of Jade’s entrance. Her eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide, and her hand was wrapped around his shaft, holding him steady. But the ringing wouldn’t stop.

"Ignore it," she breathed.

"I am, won’t let anything disturb this moment."

The phone rang a second time. Then a third . Whoever it was wasn’t giving up.

Jade’s grip on him tightened. "Xavier."

He looked at her. Her brown eyes held his, and for a moment, the world narrowed to the two of them, the scent of her arousal, the weight of her legs around his waist. Then the ringing stopped.

Silence.

"There," he said.

The silence held for one heartbeat. Two. Then she smiled, slow and dangerous, and rolled her hips, rubbing her slick folds against the underside of his cock. His breath hitched.

"Where were we?" she asked.

His hands found her hips, fingers digging into the soft skin above the jut of her bones. He was about to push inside her, to finally feel that tight, wet heat swallow him whole, when she placed a palm flat on his chest and pushed.

"Roll over," she said.

It wasn’t a request. And Xavier found he didn’t want it to be one. He complied, flipping onto his back while she straddled him, her knees bracketing his hips. The city lights behind her outlined her silhouette, the perfect curve of her waist flaring into the fuller shape of her hips.

She looked down at him from her height, something triumphant flickering in her expression. Then she shifted, a subtle repositioning, and turned around. Her back now faced him, and Xavier was treated to the view of her spine curving down to the swell of her ass.

Fuck.

Jade reached behind her, fingers finding his cock and guiding it upward. He watched as she angled her hips, the head pressing against her entrance, and then she sank down, slow, an inch at a time.

The heat of her was absolute. A tight, silken vice that gripped him and pulled him deeper. Xavier’s hands flew to her hips of their own accord, fingers splaying across the flesh there as she took him to the root.

"Oh," she breathed. A satisfied, almost smug sound.

She sat there for a moment, fully seated, letting him feel every inch of her. Her inner walls fluttered around him, a teasing constriction that made his head fall back against the pillow.

Then she began to move.

Slow at first. A subtle rising and falling that was more torture than pleasure. He watched her ass lift, the top of his slick cock appearing beneath her, and then she’d sink back down, taking him fully. The visual was devastating. The pale curve of her cheeks meeting his thighs, spreading slightly to accommodate him, the glisten of her arousal catching the light.

"Fuck," he muttered, fingers tightening on her hips.

"Not yet," she said. "I’m in control now."