Chapter 16: Wild Thoughts R18+
The room was what you’d expect from a hotel that charged double without flinching although I was the one who suggested. It had a King sized bed, warm amber lighting, floor to ceiling window with the city sitting quietly outside.
A slow sexy melody was already playing in the background — soft, deliberate, filling the room without asking permission. This waiter deserved an extra tip for top notch service Xavier was in awe in thoughts.
Amira was standing beside him and staring at him with those crystals brown eyes.
The air between them thickened, charged with something that had been building all evening. Her gaze traveled down his frame, taking in the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders, the slight shadow along his jaw. She stepped closer, close enough that the hem of her gown brushed against his trousers. Without breaking eye contact, she placed both palms flat on his chest and shoved. The bed caught his fall, mattress springs compressing under his weight as he landed on his back.
She followed immediately, climbing over him, knees bracketing his hips. Dark hair fell forward, framing her face as she leaned down until her lips brushed the shell of his ear. "Let’s get dirty today," she breathed, the words warm against his skin.
"I sure like the sound of...." He didn’t finish. Her mouth crashed onto his, swallowing the rest of the sentence. Tongues met in urgent strokes, wet and demanding, while her hands roamed his chest. Fingers traced the ridges of his abdomen, nails dragging lightly, leaving trails of fire. Downward they traveled, palm pressing flat over the growing bulge beneath his trousers.
They moaned together into the kiss, the vibration traveling through their connected mouths. She ground her hips down against his thigh, feeling the heat of him through layers of fabric. The melody from the speakers seemed to pulse in time with their movements, a sensual underscore to every touch.
Amira broke the kiss, sitting up just enough to look at him. Her eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust. With deliberate slowness, she reached down and unfastened his belt, the metal clinking in the quiet room. She pulled his trousers and boxers down in one motion, baring him completely. His cock stood erect already, thick and rigid against his stomach.
She wrapped her hand around the base, stroking upward slowly, thumb circling the slick head. "Bad boy," she purred.
"At least for a pretty girl," he managed, voice strained.
That answer satisfied her. She lowered her head, tongue darting out to taste the tip. Her lips parted, taking him inside, mouth warm and wet. She sank down, letting him slide to the back of her throat before pulling back, then repeating the motion.
Her hand worked in sync with her mouth, stroking what she couldn’t fit. Wet sounds filled the room — slurping, gagging, the occasional gasp as she came up for air. His hips bucked involuntarily, fingers threading into her hair.
"Amira," he groaned, the name drawn out like a prayer.
She doubled her efforts, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling around the shaft with practiced skill. The pressure built quickly, coiling tight in his belly. He tried to warn her, but before words could form, the release hit.
"Arrrgh" Xavier moaned in ecstasy.
Hot ropes of cum pulsed against the back of her throat. She swallowed, kept working, taking every drop until he was spent. When she finally released him, she licked her lips and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Delicious," she murmured. What the fuck she’s really wild Xavier thought.
He reached for her, pulling her up into a deep kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, but neither cared. Their hands worked in tandem — him pulling the straps of her gown downward, her unbuttoning his shirt with frantic fingers. The gown pooled around her waist, then fell away completely as he pushed it down her hips. She shrugged off his shirt, letting it join the pile on the floor.
Now naked, they faced each other. The amber light caught the curves of her body, highlighting the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath. Medium sized, perfectly shaped, nipples already hard from arousal. He sat up, wrapped an arm around her waist, and lifted. She let out a surprised laugh that dissolved into a moan as he deposited her onto the center of the bed.
He positioned himself above her, one hand cupping her breast while his mouth descended on the other. Lips closed around the nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder. His tongue lashed the sensitive peak while his thumb flicked the other, coaxing matching responses. She arched beneath him, fingers raking through his hair.
"Yes," she breathed. "Suck them. Suck my tits."
He obliged, switching to the other breast, giving it equal attention. Meanwhile his hand trailed downward, over her stomach, through the thatch of dark hair, until fingers parted her folds. She was already wet, slickness coating his digits as he circled her entrance. He pushed inside one finger, then two sliding into the tight heat.
"Fuck," she gasped, hips bucking against his hand.
He curled his fingers, searching for that spot that made her cry out. When he found it, her reaction was immediate. Her back bowed, a string of filthy words spilling from her lips. "Right there. Fuck, yes. Finger that wet pussy. Make me cum on your hand."
He worked her steadily, thumb pressing against her clit while his fingers plunged in and out.
"Ah yes fuuccckk!"
Her moans grew louder, more urgent, mixing with obscene . "Harder. Deeper. Oh god, your mouth on my tits and your fingers inside me..."
She was close, he could feel it in the way her inner walls fluttered around his digits. He pressed harder, sucked deeper, until she shattered with a cry, juices coating his hand. Her body trembled through the orgasm, thighs clenching around his wrist.
He withdrew his fingers, glistening with her release, and brought them to his mouth. The taste of her coated his tongue as he sucked them clean.