Chapter 301: An Effective Comparison
"Xavier..." April breathed out, her fingers tightening in his soft hair as her hips twitched involuntarily against the sheets.
Xavier let out a low, shuddering sigh against her skin, encouraged by her soft voice and the sweet yield of her body beneath him. He swirled his tongue once more around her swollen tip before slowly, lingeringly drawing back, leaving her skin glistening in the dim light of the bedroom.
He looked up at her, his face flushed and his golden-hued gaze dark with a mixture of reverence, shyness, and quiet triumph. "How was that?" he whispered, his thumb lightly stroking her hip to keep her grounded.
April blinked, her chest heaving as she processed the sensation. "It felt completely different from Nat’s... but just as incredible. The ache is gone."
From his position in the armchair, Samuel clicked his pen closed with a sharp, definitive sound that drew both of their attention. He made one final, neat entry in his leather notebook before shutting it completely.
"A successful comparative demonstration," Samuel announced smoothly, his tone impeccably calm and professional as he stood up from the armchair. "You have now experienced two distinct methodologies, Miss April. This should serve as a practical baseline for your personal preferences moving forward."
He adjusted his glasses, looking down at Xavier with a subtle, unreadable glint in his dark eyes.
"Excellent execution, Master Reed. You adapted to the instructions remarkably well for a beginner."
April adjusted herself slightly on the pillows, looking up from Xavier to Samuel with a light flush on her cheek.
"That was very effective," April said, her voice carrying a soft, raspy edge from the sensation. "However, the lesson feels somewhat incomplete. I haven’t reached a climax yet. If Xavier continued for just a bit longer, I would definitely reach that point."
Xavier froze, his heart slamming hard against his ribs as a fierce, dizzying wave of heat rushed straight to his head.
Having her speak so innocently and directly about reaching a climax with his help—especially with such matter-of-fact honesty—made him feel like he was completely losing his mind. No matter how long he knew her, he could never get used to these startlingly bold, unabashed sides of her. But he loved her for it regardless.
Driven by a sudden, overwhelming surge of affection that surpassed every instructional protocol, Xavier didn’t wait for Samuel’s guidance.
He leaned up, cupped her soft cheek with his broad, warm hand, and brought his lips down onto hers in a deep, tender kiss. It wasn’t an instruction, nor was it part of the comparative lesson—it was purely because he wanted her, desperately and completely.
April blinked in slight surprise at the sudden movement, but as the warmth of his mouth pressed against hers, she melted into the contact, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back with eager, natural sweetness.
Samuel sat perfectly still. His eyes, half-shielded behind the glint of his lenses, tracked every detail—the gentle way Xavier’s hand cupped April’s flushed face, the soft sigh that slipped from her lips into the kiss, and the natural, unhesitating way her arms pulled Xavier closer.
A silent, suffocating weight settled in Samuel’s chest, but his posture remained immaculate, his breathing steady and undisrupted.
He had volunteered to guide her, to structure her experiences, and to keep her safe. If her satisfaction and discovery came at the cost of his own quiet endurance, he would bear it without a single tremor in his voice.
Xavier pulled back slightly from the kiss, his lips lingering just a breath away from hers. His chest heaved, his gaze dark and heavy with a raw, earnest devotion as he looked down into April’s dark, luminous eyes.
"If you want to reach that point," Xavier murmured, his voice thick and raspy against her lips, "then let me take you there, April."
April’s hands remained looped around his shoulders, her breathing soft and shallow. She gave a single, clear nod, her straightforward nature unbroken even in the haze of rising arousal. "Yes. Please continue."
Xavier’s heart leaped at her explicit permission. He shifted his weight, lowering his head once more toward her exposed chest.
"Master Reed," Samuel’s smooth, composed voice broke the stillness, ringing with quiet, undeniable authority.
Xavier paused, glancing back over his shoulder with a flushed, questioning brow.
Samuel stepped forward.
"Since Miss April’s intention is to reach a full climax through upper-body stimulation alone," Samuel noted calmly, adjusting his glasses with a single finger, "you must maintain a consistent rhythm. Combine the gentle suction on one nipple while using your thumb to apply a steady, rhythmic pressure to the other. Do not alter your pace once her breathing accelerates, as sudden shifts will disrupt her momentum."
Xavier swallowed hard, taking in the instruction. "Rhythmic pressure on one, suction on the other. Got it."
"And Miss April," Samuel added, his eyes shifting to her, his tone softening into that deeply protective, silk-smooth register. "Remember your rule. Communicate any adjustment you require. You remain in complete control."
April looked past Xavier’s shoulder at Samuel, her heart warming at his constant, grounding presence despite the physical heat flooding her body. "I understand, Samuel. Thank you."
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Xavier turned his full attention back to her. Holding her gaze for a split second, he placed his thumb on her left nipple, applying a soft, steady circular rub, while simultaneously lowering his mouth to engulf her right nipple.
April’s breath hitched violently as the dual sensation hit her all at once. Her back arched sharply off the mattress, a high, delicate gasp echoing through the quiet bedroom as wave after wave of intense, sweet warmth rippled straight down to her core.
April’s fingers tangled tightly into Xavier’s dark hair, her knuckles turning white as her body responded to the dual stimulation. The steady, circular pressure of his thumb on her left nipple paired with the warm, wet suction of his mouth on her right was almost too much to bear.
A high, sweet moan escaped her lips—a delicate, breathless sound that cut through the silence of the room.
"Xavier..." April gasped, her hips rolling involuntarily against the sheets as the overwhelming pleasure peaked, sending a sudden, shuddering wave of ecstasy crashing straight through her. "Right there, Xavier—"
Hearing his name drop from her lips in that soft, helpless moan completely undid Xavier. Blood rushed furiously to his groin, his trousers straining under the sudden, agonizingly tight erection that formed between his thighs.
He kept his rhythm steady just as Samuel had instructed, holding her through the peak of her climax until her breathing finally began to slow and her body melted limply back onto the mattress, completely flushed, sated and relaxed.
Xavier slowly lifted his head, panting heavily as he looked down at April’s peaceful, dazed face. The sight of her swollen nipples glistening in the light, combined with the lingering echo of her moans, made his head spin and he swallowed hard. He couldn’t stay in this room for another second without completely losing his mind. Or maybe he already had. And there was only a thin thread holding him together.
"I... I should let you rest," Xavier rasped, his voice thick and uneven.