Chapter 300: It Doesn’t Hurt
Xavier’s fingers hovered over the top button of April’s silk blouse. His hands, usually so steady when handling high-stakes corporate deals, trembled ever so slightly. The heat radiating off April’s body felt intense in the quiet room, and the weight of her calm eyes locked onto his only made his heart pound harder.
"Right... light and deliberate," Xavier repeated under his breath, his voice raspy.
He leaned down slightly, his broad frame casting a soft shadow over her.
His knuckles brushed against the soft skin of her collarbone as he carefully worked the first button free, releasing the fabric. He paused, checking her face for any flinch or sign of discomfort. April merely blinked, watching him with quiet focus, her breathing steady and deep.
"Good," Samuel noted from his armchair, the scratch of his pen against the paper filling the heavy silence. "Maintain that pace. As you open the fabric, do not pull it roughly. Peel it back with care, exposing the skin gradually to allow her body temperature to adjust without sudden chills."
Xavier nodded, taking a slow, steadying breath. He moved to the second button, then the third, his thumbs tracing the line of her shirt as he gently spread the silk open.
Beneath it, April’s lace bra barely concealed her breasts, her dark nipples already tight and visibly swollen, pressing against the thin fabric. The sheer sight of her brought a thick, burning flush straight up Xavier’s neck, his pulse throbbing in his ears.
"Her nipples are already erect due to the lingering hypersensitivity," Samuel observed calmly, tapping his pen against his knee before jotting down another line. "Master Reed, before you touch them directly, place your hands flat on her ribs, just below her bust. Allow her to feel the warmth and weight of your hands first."
Xavier swallowed hard, shifting his weight on the mattress. Slowly, carefully, he laid his broad, warm palms flat against her ribcage. His hands were large, easily spanning the width of her torso.
April let out a quiet, soft breath at the sudden contact. The heat of his skin was grounding and broad, completely different from Nat’s sudden, sharp grabs.
"How does that feel, Miss April?" Samuel asked smoothly, his eyes narrowing slightly behind his glasses as he observed her reaction.
"Warm," April answered plainly, her dark eyes looking up into Xavier’s tense, flushed face. "It’s comforting. My chest feels less tense already."
Xavier’s lips curved into a small, relieved, crooked smile, a wave of profound tenderness washing over his nervousness. "I’m glad," he murmured softly, his thumb gently smoothing over her side.
"Now," Samuel instructed, his deep voice cutting through the intimate air with clinical precision, "using only your fingertips, trace a light circle around the outer slope of her breasts. Do not touch the center yet. Build the sensory expectation first."
Xavier obeyed without hesitation. Keeping his touch as feather-light as possible, he dragged his fingertips in a slow, sweeping arc around the soft swell of her breast.
April’s breath caught in her throat. A sudden, sharp shudder rippled down her spine, a tiny gasp escaping her lips as her hips twitched against the mattress. The light, tantalizing contact made the ache in her chest flare into a sweet, pulsing heat.
"Oh..." April whispered, her lashes fluttering slightly as her hands gripped the bedsheets. "That... feels very different."
From his armchair, Samuel sat up just a fraction straighter, his fingers tightening imperceptibly around his pen as he watched her chest rise and fall.
"Documented," Samuel murmured, his voice deceptively even as he wrote on the pad. "Proceed, Master Reed. It is time to address the primary point of sensitivity."
Xavier’s gaze remained glued to April, his warmth completely contrasting the dark, intense hunger stirring inside him. Seeing her soft shudder and hearing that tiny gasp slip from her lips sent a surge of pride through his chest.
He was doing it right. He was easing her discomfort, just as she needed.
"Keep your fingers light, Master Reed," Samuel’s voice cut through the quiet room, composed and unwavering, though his dark eyes behind his glasses were razor-sharp. "Now, gently brush your thumb over the peak. Apply minimal pressure—no more than the weight of a feather."
Xavier nodded, his lower lip trapped between his teeth as he focused intently. He lifted his thumb and lightly, excruciatingly slowly, dragged the pad over her hardened nipple.
April let out a soft, sharp breath, her back arching slightly off the mattress. A sudden burst of warmth spread straight from her chest down to her core. The hypersensitivity that had bothered her all day didn’t flare into an ache this time; instead, the gentle friction dissolved the tightness, turning the twitchy discomfort into an intense, tingling pleasure.
"Samuel..." April breathed out, her voice slightly raspy as her eyes flicked over toward the armchair. "It’s... it doesn’t hurt. The twitching stopped, but... It’s hot."
Samuel’s pen paused over the paper. A microscopic flex of his jaw revealed the quiet battle beneath his professional facade, but his voice remained impeccably smooth.
"As expected, Miss April. Controlled, light stimulation calms the over-excited nerve endings caused by rough handling." Samuel shifted slightly in his chair, tapping his pen against his pad. "Master Reed, you may now introduce oral stimulation. Remember: do not bite or pull aggressively. Use warm, slow licks, engulfing the area gently."
Xavier felt his heart give a hard, heavy thump against his ribs. The instruction was explicit, erotic, and undeniably direct, yet delivered with such clinical authority that Xavier didn’t hesitate.
I didn’t expect my first time touching her would be like this. He thought. It seems I indeed needed someone to push me before I could make a move. Pathetic.
Lowering his head, Xavier hovered just millimeters above her exposed chest. The heat of his breath hit her sensitive skin first, making April’s eyelashes flutter.
"Tell me if it’s too much," Xavier whispered huskily, his breath brushing against her swollen tip.
"Just do it," April replied softly, her mind already getting swallowed by the rising tide of physical sensation.
Xavier closed his lips over her nipple, drawing it gently into his mouth.
April gasped, her fingers immediately reaching out to tangle into Xavier’s hair. His tongue was warm, broad, and deliberate, swirling around the hypersensitive tip with a smooth, rhythmic pressure that felt intoxicating.
She had really enjoyed the sheer intensity of Nat’s touch—the fierce, demanding way he kneaded her breasts, the wild heat of his mouth, and the raw, heavy pressure that had driven her to climax so quickly.
But she didn’t like this softness any less. It was astonishing how such a gentle, patient approach could send wave after wave of electric warmth pulsing straight through her veins, melting away every trace of lingering tension.
"Oh, Xavier—"
From the armchair, Samuel watched every second, his dark eyes recording the subtle arch of her back, the flush rising on her collarbone, and the way her fingers clutched Xavier’s head.
He wrote down each observation with steady, precise strokes, burying his own silent, burning longing deep within the unyielding confines of his dedication.