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I could hear Xavier’s music, which made me smile. I could just picture it; him with his hair up, paint on his hands, and his eyes focused. Beautiful.
The wood was shrinking making it hard to surprise him. I pull the door open and close it with my back. I smile at him from the door and his eyes meet mine over his canvas.
“Bad time?” I ask looking up at him.
“Not at all,” the smiles stepping away from an almost finished piece. He sees me looking at it, “I’m almost finished actually,”
“I see that,” I smile.
“Took longer than it should, but it was worth it you know,” he says his eye flickering from the canvas to me as he spoke.
“So, -” he starts walking towards me with a boyish grin on his face, “why are you here, does it have something to do with you, and me and this shed in the middle of the woods,-” he brings his head down to my ear, pushes back the hair by my ear, “-where no one will hear us.”
I close my eyes at his words and how he says them with his hot breath against my ear. He brings his lips to my neck. All I feel is the sucking and slight nib of his teeth against the now-sensitive skin.
His fingers graze my jaw, touching my neck. He puts one hand on my waist pushing me against the door. I bite my lip and run my hands under his shirt. I can feel his reaction to the way he tensed up and then leaned into me more.
He put his thumb on my lower lip pulling it from between my teeth. I tilted my head throws him. His lips are on mine while the hand on my waist slides under my shirt. The other wrapped around my neck squeezing it slightly. I part my legs a bit for him to put his knee in between. I tug on his shirt, he gets the message and pulls it off from behind his head, a smirk on his face.
He brings both his hands to my waist pulling me into him. I slide my fingers threw his half-up hair and pull it just enough to feel the gasp on my lip. He guides me to the closest desk never breaking the kiss. He grabs my thighs and places me on the desk. He slides his fingers under the hem of my shirt, asking for permission.
“Do it,” I say breaking the kiss. With that, it's gone and thrown to the ground. He brings his hands to my face. Pulling me up to him. My fingers tangle in his messy hair. One hand stays on my neck adding pressure and making my eyes roll a bit; while the other traces down my side and slides up and down my thigh. He squeezes my thigh and pushes my skirt up.
I bring one hand down to his waist. I pull a little harder on his hair earning a whimper. I mess with his belt, pulling on the band and playing with the buckle.
“God,” he breathes removing his hands from my body to his belt. I watch as his hands fiddled with the buckle. The way his veins pop out of his hands. The way he looked up at me through his lashes. He was in his boxers standing in between my thighs. There wasn’t a more beautiful thing. I lean back on my arms. I watch his eyes drag up my skin. His lips part just enough for me to notice, while I bite on my cheek.
He takes the spot next to me pulling me to his thigh in one motion. One hand starts to guide my hips while the other holds my neck. He kisses me deeper each second. I start to move my hips to a rhythm of my own.
“That's it,” he said breathlessly, he slid a finger under my clothes and placed it on my cilt. I dug my nails into his scalp, he bit my lip in reaction. He starts to draw circles on my cilt and I pulled at his hair hard for leverage. He deepened the kiss and slid in his tongue causing me to moan sending him the vibrations. I was so close and he could tell.
“Please,” I begged.
“God,” he moaned making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Cum for me.” his words vibrated on my neck, causing me to come undone.
He flipped me to where I am laying on the desk, out of breath and out of my mind. My chest rose and fell trying to bring me back to reality. He trailed innocent kisses down my neck, I can feel the smirk but I don't care to say anything.
“I made you feel this good with only my thigh?” he teased, his fingers lingering on my skirt. “I bet I can send into cloud nine.”
“Please do,” I said with my head spinning.
The rest of our clothes were off. He spits into his hand and touches himself before pressing against my sensitive area. His hand is pressed to the desk next to my head while the other holds my waist. My legs wrapped around his torso.
“Is this ok?” He asks looking into my eyes knowing the answer but just needing to hear me say it.
“Yes, Xavier, please.” I whinnied needing him to just fuck me. He slowly pushed himself into me. Causing my knees to go higher up his torso. I grabbed his wrist that was beside my head for leverage. He pulled out and pushed himself back into me causing me to moan. He leaned into the side of his neck, keeping his pace, and he said for me only, “you like that. You like the tension building up right now and how painful it is.” I gasped at his word. Hearing his voice and feeling his breath as he spoke could send me over on itself.
“I guess I do,” I half moaned wishing he'd go a bit faster. His hand at my waist moved to my cilt once again to draw perfect light circles. I let out a breathy sigh.
“Please, a little faster,” I mumbled my mouth not able to make words.
“Finally caved?” He smiled to himself speeding up but keeping the movements on my cilt the same. I couldn't take it I slide my hand to his back and dig my nails into his skin. His eyes sown shut coming to his climax he pulls out cumming all over his hand that was once on my cilt.
He kneels and I feel his nose on my cilt and his tongue fucking me. My orgasm comes only seconds later. He tries me and helps me ride through another high. He stands and comes to my face cleaning away at the liquid on his lips, “you did amazing.” He kisses my lips and lets me just catch my breath.
I sit up on my forearms, he has already put his pants on and is sitting on the floor cross-legged and head to the ceiling. I put on his shirt the one he was wearing earlier with paint stains and my still wet underwear. I stumble next to him and take the spot next to Xavier. He drapes an arm around me pulling me to him and kisses my forehead.
“Still trying to catch your breath uh.” The comment makes me laugh a little.
“I know you're just that good,” I say back leaning into him.
“Yea yea whatever,” he says holding me with both arms.
“Xav,”
“Yes”
“I think I more than like you.”
“I hope so.”