Chapter 136: Fuck… Selena R18+

Xavier’s arms slid under her, one beneath her knees, the other cradling her back. Selene laughed, a soft, breathless sound, her hand coming up to cup his jaw.

"You’re going to hurt yourself," she murmured.

"Thanks I know what I’m doing," he said, but there was no bite in it. Just a grin that split his face as he straightened, lifting her off the couch.

She was taller than him. Had always been a few inches above his eye line. But right now, with her legs dangling over his arm and her naked body pressed against his chest, the difference didn’t matter. He was all wiry strength, the kind that surprised people, the kind that came from years of climbing trees and fighting his own demons. Her weight settled into his hold, and he carried her across the suite.

The bedroom door was already open.

The bed loomed ahead, white sheets turned down by hotel staff hours ago, untouched. Xavier lowered her onto the mattress like she was made of glass, his arms trembling slightly from the effort. Selene watched him, her dark hair spilling across the pillow, her lips parted.

"Show-off," she whispered.

He crawled over her, his knees sinking into the mattress, his body bracketing hers. "You love it."

"I do."

The kiss was different this time. Slower. There was no rush, no desperate hunger clawing at their throats. Xavier traced her lower lip with his tongue, and she opened for him, let him in, let him taste her at a pace that felt like a conversation. His hand found her waist, fingers splaying across her hip, thumb brushing the jut of bone.

Selene’s fingers traced the line of his spine, from the nape of his neck down to the small of his back. He shivered against her, his skin pebbling under her touch.

"I want to taste you," he said, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes.

Her breath hitched. "Xavier..."

"I’ve thought about it," he continued, his voice low, almost reverent. "Every time I imagined this, I thought about burying my face between your legs and feeling you fall apart on my tongue."

Selene’s thighs shifted, pressing together, but he nudged them apart with his knee.

"Please," he added, and the word hung in the air between them, soft and honest.

She nodded, her throat tight. "Yes."

Xavier kissed his way down her body. Her collarbone, the hollow between her breasts, the soft swell of her stomach. Each kiss was deliberate, a promise. When he reached her hips, he pressed his mouth to the jut of her pelvic bone, then the inside of her thigh.

Selene’s hand found his hair, fingers threading through the short strands.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark in the dim light. "Tell me if it’s too much."

"It won’t be."

He lowered his head.

His tongue found her center, slow and flat, a long, savoring stroke from her entrance to her clit. Selene gasped, her hips jerking, her grip tightening in his hair. Xavier made a sound of approval, the vibration traveling through her, and did it again.

He took his time.

There was no rush, no agenda. He explored her with his mouth like he was learning a language, tracing every fold, every sensitive ridge. When his tongue circled her clit, she whimpered, her thighs trembling on either side of his head.

"Xavier," she breathed, her voice breaking.

He hummed in response, the sound sending a jolt through her. His hands slid under her thighs, hooking her legs over his shoulders, pulling her closer. The new angle let him sink deeper, his tongue pressing inside her, tasting her, before sliding back up to that tight bundle of nerves.

Selene’s back arched off the mattress.

"Oh god," she moaned, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "Don’t stop, please don’t stop...Arghhh"

He had no intention of stopping.

Xavier alternated between long, flat strokes of his tongue and quick, focused circles on her clit, watching her reactions, learning what made her gasp and what made her moan. When he sucked her clit gently between his lips, she cried out, her hips grinding against his face.

"That," she panted. "Right there, just like that..."

He obeyed.

His tongue flicked against her, fast and precise, while his fingers found her entrance, sliding inside, curling. Selene’s whole body tensed, her breath catching in sharp, ragged gasps. He felt her walls flutter around his fingers, felt the heat building in her core.

"I’m close," she warned, her voice thin and desperate. "Xavier, I’m so close.."

He doubled his efforts, his tongue working her clit in tight, relentless circles, his fingers pumping inside her, crooking to hit that spot that made her scream. Selene’s thighs clamped around his head, her hands fisting in his hair, and she came apart.

Her orgasm rolled through her in waves, her body convulsing, her cries filling the room. Xavier didn’t stop. He lapped at her through every pulse, every shudder, drawing out the pleasure until she was a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him.

When she finally stilled, he lifted his head, his chin glistening, his eyes bright.

Selene stared at him, chest heaving, pupils blown wide.

"Come here," she whispered, her arms reaching for him.

Xavier crawled up her body, and she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips, her tongue sliding against his. Her hand found his cock, still hard, still aching, and she guided him to her entrance.

"I want to feel you again," she murmured against his mouth. "Slow this time."

He sank into her, inch by inch, and they both groaned.

He filled her completely, the stretch familiar now but no less breathtaking. Selene’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels pressing into the small of his back, drawing him deeper. Xavier’s forehead dropped to hers, his breath hot and uneven against her lips.

"You feel.." He stopped, swallowed. "God, Selene."

She smiled, a lazy, satisfied curve of her mouth, and rolled her hips. The motion dragged a choked sound from his throat, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Slow," she reminded him, her voice a tease.

He nodded, pulling out with agonizing deliberation, then pushing back in just as slowly. The pace was torture, exquisite and deliberate. Every inch of him dragging against her slick walls, every retreat leaving her empty, every return filling her to the brim.

Selene’s nails raked down his back, leaving red trails in their wake. Xavier’s rhythm faltered, his composure cracking.

"You’re killing me," he rasped.

"Good."

She tilted her hips, and he sank deeper, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids. Her gasp was his reward, and he did it again, and again, each thrust a measured, devastating stroke that built a second pressure low in her belly.

The bed creaked beneath them. The air grew thick with their mingled breath and the slick sound of their bodies meeting. Xavier’s control frayed at the edges, his movements growing less patient, more insistent.

Selene’s hands cupped his face, forcing his eyes to hers. "Look at me."

He did.

And in that gaze, raw and unguarded, she saw everything he hadn’t said.

For a moment, neither of them looked away.

Then the last of Xavier’s restraint gave out, and the tension between them finally broke. Selene held him close as they sank together into the sheets, both breathing hard, the room falling strangely quiet around them.

Xavier rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed.

Selene brushed a strand of hair from his face and gave him a tired smile.

"Better?"

He let out a breathless laugh. "Ask me when I can think again."

She smiled and pulled him closer.

Neither of them moved for a while. They simply stayed there, tangled together beneath the sheets, exhausted and unwilling to break the fragile silence between them.