“Don’t worry. I know how to make it fit,” he says maybe because he thinks I’m looking at his arousal with trepidation when that’s not it at all.
“Get it nice and wet?” I suggest while licking my lips that have gone dry thanks to my gaping jaw. I may not be able to fit all of him into my mouth, but I wouldn’t mind trying.
After a quick swipe of his tongue over my lips following the same path of my own, Xavier says, “That’s exactly what I plan to do.” His mouth lowers, kissing his way down my chest where he flicks his tongue over my nipple before sucking on it, making my eyes shut when a moan escapes me.
When I blink my eyes open again thanks to the absence of his mouth on me, Xavier is on his knees on the floor, his face between my spread thighs, watching his finger move in and out of me. He glances up at me while adding a second finger and leaning forward to place a soft kiss on the most intimate, sensitive spot on my body. I can’t seem to look away from his dark, piercing eyes that are watching my face to witness my reaction when he adds a swipe of his tongue along the length of my throbbing, needy clit.
“Yes,” I moan as my head falls back. As Xavier’s tongue gains momentum, swirling and licking and sucking on my flesh, it becomes impossible to catch my breath. I’m only capable of gasps and moans, the occasional phrases that run together thanks to my brain being scrambled.
Xavier tugs on my lower body, causing my back to hit the table. And when he adds a third finger inside of me while working his mouth on my clit, my back arches and my body ripples uncontrollably with waves of pleasure. I’m still trembling when his fingers disappear and are replaced with something much more substantial trying to squeeze inside of me.
“Ohmygod,” I exclaim in a rush when my pussy stretches to accommodate the first few inches of his cock. Xavier feels so good inside of me that I need more of him. I lock my legs around his back to pull him closer, deeper, relishing his guttural grunts and growls. When he’s completely filling me as far as he can get, he goes still, and I sigh in heavenly bliss, never wanting him to leave me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Xavier whispers.
I open my eyes to find his gorgeous face hovering above mine. Reaching for him with both hands, I pull his scruffy jaw down to kiss his lips as he finally begins to move. His hips thrust in and out of me with each and every kiss, keeping up the same rhythm. The faster I go, the faster he goes until we’re both only capable of panting into each other’s open mouths. Our bodies are performing their very own dance with such perfection and synchrony that I know without a doubt that Xavier and I were always meant to be together.
Chapter Sixteen
Xavier
Nothing has ever felt as good as being with Cassidy.
God, if I had known, if I had had even the slightest clue that the two of us would be so good together, I would’ve done this a long time ago.
How did I not know before tonight that Cass was the one for me?
She’s my best friend and I’ve loved her for years, but there’s so much more than friendship between us, and it’s fucking incredible.
Why did I think for even a second that sleeping together would ruin anything between us when all it’s done is bring us closer together?
I don’t ever want this feeling to end, and it doesn’t have to.
My release may be barreling toward me right now thanks to the way Cass’s body is pulsing around me with her orgasm, but this is just beginning.
With my weight braced on my palms beside her head on the desk, I bury my face in her neck and taste her skin as I finish inside of her, whispering her name and telling her how amazing she is and how much she means to me.
Cass’s fingernails trail up and down my back and over my shoulders as we both lie there unmoving afterward. I don’t want to move and couldn’t even if I had to right now.
“Xavier?” Cass eventually asks.
“Yeah?” I reply, assuming she wants me to stop crushing her, so I push myself up on both palms to look down at her.
“This has been the best night of my life,” she says with a lazy smile.
“Mine too,” I agree “Let’s get out of here and go home. I want to take you to bed and stay there for days.”
“That sounds like a great plan,” Cass agrees with a broadening grin.
With one last kiss, I pull out of her and then search the room for supplies to clean up. There’s a box of tissues on a teacher’s desk, and I’m guessing we’re in a science classroom based on the long, black tables.
I grab several and go back to where Cass is still sitting naked on the table, looking only a little shy as she tries to cover her tits with her arm.
“You can hide them now; but when we get home, I’m going to spend so much time with your tits that we’ll be on a first name basis by morning,” I tell her while swiping the tissue between her thighs to wipe up the mess we made.
“Oh, is that right?” Cass asks with a puff of laughter.
“Damn right,” I agree. Tossing the tissues in the trash bin, I pick up Cass’s dress from the floor and hand it to her. “The sooner we leave, the quicker we can get started.”
I’m pulling on my pants when the intercom at the front of the room crackles and then a muffled masculine voice comes over it. “Xavier Malone, if you’re still in the building, your wife Camilla is in the gym looking for you.”
No. No fucking way. I must have misheard him.
“Is that a joke?” Cass asks as she jumps down off the table and snatches up her panties to start pulling them over her shoes and up her legs. “Xavier?” she shouts when I don’t answer. “What the hell is she doing here? And didn’t he mean your ex-wife?”
“I-I don’t know,” I say as I slip my arms in my dress shirt and start buttoning it up.
“You don’t know why she’s here, or you don’t know if she’s your ex-wife?” Cass scoffs. “You are divorced, right?”
“I have no fucking clue why she’s here. We’ve been separated for months and haven’t spoken even once.”
“And you’re divorced, right?” she asks again slowly.
“It isn’t official yet, no.”
A squeak that’s part huff and part laugh is Cass’s response to that. “You lied to me! I can’t believe you!”
“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t correct your wrong assumption that we were legally divorced. It’s only a matter of time!”
“Don’t you think that the fact that you’re still married is something you should’ve mentioned before we fucked?” she asks.
“Camilla and I are done and over. We just need to put a few signatures on a piece of paper. No big deal.”
“It is a big deal to me! She’s here, and you’re still her husband!” she shouts. “Have you even filed for divorce yet, Xavier?”
“No, but I was planning to before I move back to Maryland.”
“Jesus, Xavier! Your wedding ring isn’t stuck; you are!” Cass exclaims. Crossing her arms over her chest, she glares at me and says, “You’re such an idiot. You still love her, don’t you?”