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“Imagine the clean-up bill they’d put on your credit card. I’m only thinking of you.”
“Obviously.”
“Clearly.”
Her lips were soft and inviting. So inviting. At first, their kisses were warm, but it only took a moment before they increased the heat to scorching. Hands invaded each other’s clothing. Hope rolled on top of his hips, straddling him, which gave her a better angle to control their kissing. That, and writhed on his crotch.
Playfully, Xavier tugged Hope’s ponytail. Gentle at first, he increased the strength until he pulled her head away from his kiss, teasing and tormenting. Her increased sighs told him it was having the desired effect. God, she smelled amazing. He kissed her neck. Kissed her lips again. She tasted even better.
Hope pushed away and demanded, “Pants off, now,” as her hands darted to his belt buckle.
“Yes, ma’am.”
In a lightning fast move he lifted her up and flipped her onto her back. His hands tore at her jeans and like a magician, her pants were gone in a flash. She had no underwear on. He sent up a silent prayer of thanks.
Unbuttoning her blouse, he ran his hands firmly over her bra, his head headed south. The vagina lips hidden by her soft curls had begun to pucker nicely but weren’t wet enough. Yet. A few tentative kisses and a lick were enough to make her gyrate her hips.
“Not what I had in mind, but this is good.” She closed her eyes in ecstasy. “Oh, so good. I…oh f-fuck.”
Xavier’s tongue gently penetrated between her lips. She tasted sweet. Ripe. His tongue swirled, stimulating her juices. He began with some firm and rhythmic lapping, soliciting a groan of pleasure. Gripping either side of her shapely hips, Xavier flicked his tongue up and down, interspersed with penetrating her.
His middle finger joined in the action by corkscrewing into her inviting pussy as he lapped at her clit. He soon added his ring finger. While his tongue worked her clitoris, the two fingers slid effortlessly in and out of her pussy in a steady pace.
Hope’s breaths became shallow, and her hands balled into fists on the couch. “Fuck me, Xavier. I need your cock, now!”
Lifting his head, Xavier licked at her sweet nectar coating his mouth and chin. “Not until you come in my mouth. Fair’s fair, after all.”
“I want—”
Hope’s comments were cut short when Xavier slid his fingers in and out of her warm pussy.
“But—”
Both fingers slowly moved in and out as he licked her increasingly wet pussy. The move garnered silent compliance.
Rubbing her clit with his thumb, he said, “We can commence the show soon.” He gave her hole a few more deep penetrations of his long fingers. “But first you’re going to scream for me.”
The discussion was over when his powerful tongue went back to her clitoris. Hope thrashed, and Xavier’s cock swelled. He licked, lapped, flicked, and sucked her pussy until her moans became piercing cries of pleasure. In a burst of ecstasy, she screamed his name as she came hard, her body shuddering in bliss. Her pussy walls spasmed around his fingers.
Hope attempted to talk, but only meaningless, half-formed words fell out.
Xavier licked his fingers and said, “Exactly.”
“Still not overrated,” she finally managed to gasp.
Before Xavier could think of a witty rejoinder, the doorbell rang, which was surprising for a couple of reasons. One, they’d forgotten they were expecting someone, and two, they didn’t know there was a doorbell.
Hope rose, tugged on her jeans, and walked towards the door. Her first few steps were unsteady as a newborn fawn, but she recovered quickly and strode more stably towards the entrance. She didn’t button up her blouse.
“You know you look like you’ve been having sex, right?” Xavier asked.
“I should hope so,” she said as she pulled open the door.
Eyes wide, the newcomer took in every inch of the magnificently sex-tousled Hope. Her hair was snagged in knots at the back of her head, her white shirt open, displaying a lusciously filled bra, and the smell of fresh sex swirling around her.
The redhead from reception stood in the hall, open mouthed. He was casually dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, his glasses perched on his nose. He gasped at Hope’s boldness, but a smile curled across his lips. In his hand was a bottle of Moet.
“Did I miss the show?” he asked with a fake pout.
