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The balcony looked really serene from this side of the glass; The side that was getting fogged up and smeared with your breath and body. Your cheek was pressed tightly against it, and its cool touch seeped deep into your slackened jaw. Your balance depended entirely on this slick surface when only your face and chest were in contact with it. Your hands were no longer yours to control while they were pinned against your arched back to use as handlebars, and your legs’ strength was dwindling. From the little view you had of the glass's surface, you watched how it warped the moonlight reflecting off it with every pounding thrust Xavier drove into you.
“Who the fuck do you belong to?” His voice was edged with a ferocious bite when he asked through his grunts.
His vicious pace barely let you breathe. “You!” Every sensation was blurred together. The cold of the window, the heat of the room, and the sting of relentless skin-on-skin melded in your mind, and you could only feel it all at once radiating out from your core in barreling waves. Words and moans just tumbled out over your numb tongue. “Xavier- hahhh I belong to… mmmm you. Fuck. I belong to you.”
He let out a low growl from behind you, his voice tingling with dissatisfaction. The wet slosh of his cock being violently pulled out of you echoed into the living room. You were practically peeled away from the glass by your arms and maneuvered towards the nearby dining table. The force of Xavier walking you forward kept you upright for the most part, but your weight eventually flopped over the edge of the table when your legs finally gave out.
In the blink of an eye, his large hands anchored themselves on the curve of your hips and lifted you in the air like you weighed nothing. The sudden shift of your center of gravity had you bracing your hands on the table while he found himself inside you again, resuming his brutal pace from before. Mercy was nowhere to be found. His girth stretched you until you felt like you were on fire, and his length found new depths inside you that you never felt before. His length threatened to push past your cervix, leaving you bruised by his hasty thrusts.
“You didn't think… I would catch how you were eyeing our neighbor in the elevator, huh?” Despite his harshness, his voice lightened to his feathery timbre as his breath tickled the hair on the back of your neck. It was his voice he always lulled you to sleep with; hearing it while he destroyed your body was jarring and left you dizzy.
Your bra was the only thing left on you after Xavier took it upon himself to strip you at the entryway of his apartment. He, on the other hand, wanted to deprive you of him by keeping his shirt buttoned, short of the top two, and his pants just barely pulled down enough to fuck you senseless.
“Baby, please,” your voice was barely audible since the air was plunged out of your lungs with every thrust.
“Xavier,” he corrected.
“Xavier, please. It's too much.” The words mixed with your moans were basically indistinguishable.
“You don't get to decide when it's too much, my love.” His arms wrapped around your torso fully, and he leaned into your back until his chest was flush with it. “I need to make sure you remember… that you are mine.”
The angle change and being almost fully suspended in the air sent shocks down your limbs and swirled around your core. The pleasure and stimulation started to boil over in your helplessness.
When it all came crashing down in relentless shocks across your body, your elbows gave way. You fell forward, but it wasn't by much, thankfully, as Xavier caught your full weight in his arms. He didn't stop, didn't even falter in this rhythm while you thrashed in his grasp, mumbling his name incoherently for what felt like an eternity until the shocks melted off your body.
You went completely limp in his arms. Being significantly shorter than him, you were easy for him to carry in his arms. One arm stayed wrapped around your waist. The other wanted to feel more of you. Treading your bralette, he glided his hands across your chest, enjoying the feeling of your stiff nipples and the mini jolts that blipped through your body when he rubbed them. He hooked his hand on your shoulder and held you close, keeping himself buried deep inside, savoring how your body continued to flutter around him in the stillness.
His cock was craving more of you. He pressed and squished against every inch of your walls, and your fluttering only made him flex deeper into you. It was a dance inside of you, but no one knew who was following whose steps when it came to reacting to each other.
“You take me so well,” he whispered against your spine, placing gentle kisses along it and the curves of your shoulder blades. “And I want so, so much more.” He slowly kissed lower, then grabbed the hooks of your bra in his teeth. He moaned at your scent and pulled until it snapped back to your skin. You gasped at the light sting.
Your head began to buzz again. Those words could only mean one thing, and from a brief skim over your body, you knew you were going to break in the best way possible. “Xavier… please…”
“‘Please’ what? My starlight, you need to use your words,” he sucked along your neck and licked the sweat beading on your skin.
You didn't know what you wanted. You wanted to feel more of him. You wanted to be used like a doll to satisfy his burning desire. You wanted the night to never end. You wanted to cum again, so badly.
His teeth sank into the meat of your shoulder, yanking you back to the material plane from the depths of your churning thoughts. You winced at the delicious pain that radiated down your arm. “I need an answer, love,” he knew he was driving you crazier with every bite and every sigh on your skin. He adored how his simple gestures drove you crazy, and how you couldn’t hide it even if you wanted to. It was written all over your flushed face, etched into your skin, ebbing from your bones. You were weak for him. Nothing in your body could resist his provocations.
Unable to formulate words, the best you could do was grind up against him, which wasn’t the easiest to do considering you were basically a ragdoll in his arms. Just to make sure your message was reaching him, you let a few languid moans slip past your lips.
“Is this… a good enough answer, Xavier?” Your weak grinds barely tickled your g-spot. You were driving yourself insane, torturing yourself as a means to get Xavier to use your body as he pleased. You were already this far, and you only wanted to keep going until the sun rose in the morning.
He adjusted his grip on your body, twisting you in his arms until he was princess-carrying you. It was so seamless how he handled you. Suddenly, you were cradled against his chest, staring at his face that blushed from ear to ear. His sweat soaked through his shirt. His musk swirled around you, and it was intoxicating. His raw, feral scent felt like a drug that you could never replicate the high of. Nuzzled into his arm, you couldn’t help but inhale deeply, filling your lungs with him.
So occupied by his scent and warmth, you didn’t realize he made his way to the couch until you plopped onto the throw blanket you kept draped over it. Xavier didn’t waste time getting back to being all over you.
His lips scooped yours sloppily, his fingers dug into the back cushions you leaned on to keep from collapsing into you completely, and his knee nestled itself against your dripping cunt. His other hand manically caressed your skin to revel in the heat of your lust. He needed to feel more of you. His fingers hastily dragged along your cleavage to find the band of your bralette. He followed along it to your back, and you instinctively arched toward him to give him room; It was a matter of habit. The clasp was easily undone, and the straps slid down along your shoulders to expose your breasts to the air. Your hands shot to the buttons of his shirt, fumbling to undo them at the same frantic pace that he was devouring your mouth.
Your bralette was flung somewhere across the room. It didn’t matter. Not while he groped your supple chest and his knee teased you as it only barely moved as a consequence of the rest of his body shifting to feel you. You ached, wanting more. Fractured between dancing with Xavier’s tongue and wrestling with his buttons, your hips moved on their own to chase your high.
Xavier eagerly swallowed your moans laced with desperation, savoring how pretty you sounded when you couldn’t get off on your own. His hand abandoned your chest and drifted lower, paying mind to graze the bits of your skin he knew were especially sensitive when you were aroused. He pulled his knee away and listened to how you whined in its absence. The sweetness oozing from your voice saturated every crevice of Xavier’s mind, and it felt like relapsing into an old addiction; He wanted to hear more of you, one way or another.
His fingers dragged along your soaked slit. You broke the kiss with a moan. The last button came undone, and your hands promptly settled on the flesh of his chest. He massaged you gently, watching your face carefully. He watched how your eyebrows furrowed, how your lips pursed when his finger teased your entrance, how your jaw slacked when your anticipation of him fingering you stole your breath. He was tender, thorough, indulging his greed to watch you silently beg for him when your hands gripped his forearm. Impatience brewed violently in you, so you willed yourself to open your eyes. When you did, all Xavier saw was the stunning cosmos swimming in your eyes, your lust streaking across like comets. His eyes echoed yours, carrying your reflection in his pupils as he marveled at your glow.
Two fingers gently eased into you, his focus never wavering as your eyes flew shut at his tantalizing touch. You were gorgeous when you chased after your climax. He curled his fingers and rocked his wrist into you, deliciously pressing your g-spot repeatedly and bringing you closer to the edge. His gaze never left you. Your moans grew louder and strained. Your thighs threatened to close on his hand, but his knees were keeping you wide open for him.
“Keep… going…” Your voice was faint, but Xavier already knew. He wanted you to cum on his fingers, practically pleading with your body to do so when he finally broke to suck on your neck, then your collarbones, then your chest. His lips latched onto your nipple, and he sucked and licked rings around it with fervor he knew would let you finish. It was becoming too much for you to fathom. Your body ached to cum. Your spine flexed into him, begging for the last touch that would send you over.
A scream began to bubble in your chest, and the squelching of his fingers against your cunt only grew louder. He swung you past your threshold, and your orgasm ripped through you, pouring your fluids down your ass and onto your blanket and couch. Xavier didn’t stop, not even as his hands got soaked by you. He pulled out briefly to catch a glimpse of your squirt trickling down your thighs, and he only wanted more. His fingers slipped back in and fucked you again, this time his mouth joining in to taste you and suck on your throbbing bud. He repeatedly pulled his fingers out to milk every drop you could give him.
Barely satiated but aware that your body was at the brink of collapse, he yearned to join you in your ecstasy.
You sank into the couch. Your legs trembled as your feet barely reached the floor, and Xavier was gently rubbing you to help you come down from your ecstasy. Unbeknownst to you, he was lining himself up again, overcome by the ache to feel you flutter around him again. “Hang onto me, starlight,” he muttered as he sank deep into you again. Your body welcomed him, set ablaze by his searing desire. He only wanted to finish with you, lie next to you, blissed beyond the galaxy, by your side. You took him in his entirety; his length, his girth, his ache, you wanted it all.
Through your heavy-lidded eyes, you saw how he bit his lip to steady himself, nearly drawing blood. He was getting closer with every thrust. “I’m… going to… cum…” he huffed and held his cleaner hand to cradle your cheek, “Please let me cum inside?” His eyes pleaded. He wanted your permission, and he needed it soon.
“Cum for me. Please.” It was all he needed to hear. His thrusts slowed and plunged deep inside you as he came.
He looked displeased.
He pulled out and continued to jerk himself through his orgasm. He wanted to paint you with his cum, so rope after rope, your stomach and chest became covered with his release. He fell to his knees between your legs and rested his cheek on your thigh while gazing upon his masterpiece and your euphoric face. “God, you look beautiful with me on you and leaking out of you…” He gently massaged your thigh and feathered kisses on it. The night left you unable to move, so you simply allowed it to swallow your consciousness.
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A few light orbs floated through the steam billowing along the ceiling. A bath was drawn, and the little ripples danced with the lights. Xavier carefully carried you into the open bathroom, delicately cradling your sleeping body against his chest. Your hair was stuck to your face here and there, and his cum was pooled in the creases of your tummy, but you looked breathtaking nonetheless.
He stepped into the bath and slowly lowered you into the water; he made it just short of scalding because that’s how you usually liked it for yourself. He dipped your toes in first. You stirred lightly in his arms, but nothing that alarmed him. He settled in the bath with you in his lap and leaned your back against his chest.
The warmth relaxed all your sore muscles, and you slumped deeper into his embrace. Sleepiness settled further into your bones. You felt heavy with exhaustion, but Xavier made sure you didn’t sink too far into the water as he washed you. He was humming a mellow melody to fill the silence. His feathery timbre returned, this time for the familiar purpose of lulling you to sleep. It was the last thing to slip from your mind in his embrace.
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Light rustling quietly woke you again. Your eyes were completely unable to open, but from what you were able to gather, you found yourself in bed and tucked under the comforter, wearing one of his shirts. The rustling that woke you was Xavier pulling a shirt on from the dresser. His steps dragged through the shag rug bordering your bed, accompanied by a muffled yawn.
The blanket lifted for a moment, then the bed dipped, and two strong arms wrapped around your waist, his hands gingerly rubbing your tummy through his shirt. Xavier’s freshly bathed scent floated to your nose, and you took a light inhale. He nestled his face against your neck and breathed a soft sigh. You knew it wouldn’t take long for him to fall asleep at this rate.
You shifted your hands to rest on top of his and softly threaded your fingers with his. Your thumb thumped three taps on his hand.
“I love you, too, baby,” he half-consciously mumbled. A weak kiss was placed on your nape, then a little nuzzle and tug to pull you closer. A little wiggle from your hips, and you were completely flushed against him again, except this time, the air was serene.
You matched his breathing and counted his breaths, catching when it slowed to his sleeping rhythm. It wasn’t much longer before you followed him into the peaceful dreamscapes.