Page 60 of Xavier

She tightened around his fingers, her body writhing to the rhythm of his tongue and fingers, stroking, coaxing, teasing and drawing her relentlessly toward his goal.

Her hands cupped her breasts, squeezed the nipples and slid lower to weave into his hair.

As he took her with his tongue, her hips rocked, her body tensing, her breathing becoming ragged.

Her fingers dug into his scalp as she cried out, “Oh. My.” Her head flung back, and her back arched off the mattress. “Xavier!”

Her body shuddered with the force of her release.

Xavier didn’t let up his tender assault on her, milking her orgasm all the way to the last tremor. Even then, he slowed his tongue, stroked her gently and sucked her clit into his mouth, loving the taste of her.

Her hands still tangled in his hair, she lay against the mattress, remnant spasms shaking her.

“Come into me,” she whispered. “You’re not finished.”

He came up on his arms and leaned over her. “I finished what I started,” he said and kissed her forehead, her nose and each of her cheeks before he took her lips.

She wound her arms around his neck. “I want more.”

“And so do I,” he said. “But first, we get food.”

Lissette drew in a deep breath and let it out on a sigh. “What time is it?”

“Seven-thirty.”

“I don’t have to be at the shop until nine.” She cupped his cheek.

“That gives us enough time to dress, get breakfast at the diner and check in with the team.” He rolled off the bed and straightened. “If you hurry, you can join me in the shower.”

Xavier strode into the bathroom and turned on the water, listening for sounds of movement from the other room.

When Lissette didn’t enter the room, he shrugged, drew the curtain aside and stepped in.

As he ducked his head beneath the spray, hands came around him from behind and smoothed over his abdomen. Pert breasts pressed into his back. He smiled and tipped his head back, letting the water run over his chest.

Her hands slipped lower, circled his cock and started a slow, steady motion, moving up and down, a finger skimming across the head, another tickling his balls.

He groaned and matched her rhythm, pumping in and out of her hands.

When she suddenly let go, his breath caught. God, he’d almost been there.

She turned him to face her, reached up to cup the back of his neck and brought him down for a kiss. Her tongue met his and caressed the length, thrusting in and out until she left his mouth and moved her lips over his jawline and down to his neck.

She didn’t stop there, moving lower until she knelt in front of him, her hands wrapping around his dick.

“Don’t start anything you won’t finish,” he said through strained lips, already on the edge and quickly losing control.

She looked up at him with a wicked smile. “I finish what I start, and we don’t worry. We don’t need protection where I’m going.” With a wink, she wrapped her mouth around him, grasped his buttocks and took him all the way in.

With warm water cascading over his shoulders and Lissette sucking his cock, he went with the flow, defenseless against the magic she wielded.

She guided his speed, moving him faster in and out. When he tensed, she slowed, teasing him to hold back and make it last. He struggled to pace himself until he could no more. One last thrust and he pulled free seconds before he came.

He reached for himself to take it the rest of the way.

Lissette brushed his hands aside and replaced them with her own, stroking until he spent himself.

He helped her to her feet and pulled her into his arms, his cock still hard, pressing into her soft belly. “Is everything a competition with you?” he asked. “Not that I’m complaining.”