Chapter 135: Fuck… Selena R18+
The first thrust stole the air from both of them.
Selene gasped against his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders as Xavier sank deeper. She was impossibly tight, impossibly hot, and the way she clenched around him made his vision blur at the edges. He pulled back slowly, feeling every inch of her, then pushed forward again, groaning low in his chest.
"God, Selene," he breathed, his forehead dropping to hers. "You feel...."
"I know," she whispered, her hips already rising to meet him. "I know."
They found a rhythm quickly, the kind that comes from years of wanting, of imagining, of dreaming about exactly this. Xavier watched her face as he moved inside her, the way her lips parted with each thrust, the way her dark hair fanned across the cream cushions, the way her eyes fluttered half-closed but never fully left his.
Her legs wrapped higher around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back. The new angle let him sink even deeper, and Selene cried out, her head tipping back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Xavier leaned down and pressed his mouth there, feeling her pulse hammering against his tongue.
"You have no idea," he said between kisses, "how long I’ve wanted this. How many times I’ve thought about you like this."
"Show me," she said again, and this time there was no softness in it. "Show me how much you’ve thought about it."
Something in him snapped.
Xavier pulled out of her in one smooth motion, and before Selene could protest, he stood up, taking her hands and pulling her to her feet. He turned her around, bending her forward over the arm of the couch. The cushion gave under her weight, and she let out a surprised, delighted laugh.
"Like this," he murmured, his hands sliding over the curve of her hips, her waist, the dip of her spine. Her skin was flushed and damp, and when he pressed his palm between her shoulder blades, she arched for him, presenting herself.
His other hand found her center from behind, fingers slipping through her slickness. Selene moaned, pressing back against his touch, shameless and eager. He watched his own fingers disappear inside her, then curl, searching for that spot that would make her gasp. When he found it, her whole body shuddered.
"Xavier, please," she whimpered, and hearing her beg, this woman who was always so composed, so confident, made his cock throb painfully.
He lined himself up at her entrance, teasing her for just a moment. The head of his cock nudged against her clit, sliding up through her wetness, and Selene pushed back, trying to take him inside.
"Patience," he said roughly, his voice not quite steady.
"Fuck patience," she shot back, looking over her shoulder at him, her dark eyes blazing. "Fuck me."
Xavier entered her in one slow, deliberate thrust.
Selene’s groan was guttural, raw. She dropped her head forward, gripping the couch cushions as he began to move. This position was different. It was deeper, rougher, more primal. He could see the way her ass met his hips with every stroke, could see himself sliding in and out of her glistening sex, could hear the wet sounds of their bodies joining.
"Selene," he grunted, his grip tightening on her hips. "You’re so tight. So perfect."
She moaned his name in response, the syllables broken and breathless. "Don’t stop," she begged. "Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t..."
He didn’t plan to.
Xavier set a punishing pace, slamming into her with long, powerful strokes that made the couch creak beneath them. His balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, and Selene keened, her fingers twisting in the fabric. The angle let him hit something deep inside her, something that made her thighs tremble and her voice crack.
"Right there," she gasped. "Oh god, right there, Xavier, please..."
He shifted slightly, adjusting his stance, and drove into her harder. The change made Selene cry out, her back arching so dramatically that Xavier could see every vertebrae press against her skin. He leaned forward, his chest against her back, his mouth at her ear.
"I love you," he said, the words rough and ragged. "I love you, Selene, I’ve always.."
"I love you too," she sobbed, and the sound of it, the trembling confession, nearly undid him.
He reached around her body, his fingers finding her clit. Selene bucked at the contact, so sensitive that even the lightest touch made her jerk. He circled her with his fingertips, drawing tight, desperate moans from her throat, timing the movements of his hand with the thrusts of his hips.
"You’re going to come for me," he said, not a question, not a request. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
Selene made a sound that was half-laugh, half-moan. "Bossy," she managed, but her voice was strained, her body winding tighter and tighter.
Xavier increased the pressure, his fingers working her clit in fast, precise circles even as he pounded into her from behind. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, the telltale signs of her impending orgasm. He gritted his teeth, holding back his own release, determined to feel her come undone first.
"Let go," he whispered against her ear. "I’ve got you. Let go."
Selene shattered.
Her orgasm ripped through her with a force that surprised them both. She screamed his name, her entire body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down around his cock like a fist. Xavier held her through it, his arm wrapped around her waist, his hips never faltering as he fucked her through the waves of pleasure.
"That’s it," he groaned. "That’s it, sweetheart, take it all."
"Xavier, oh fuck, Xavier..."
Her knees buckled, but he caught her, pressing her firmly into the couch. He was close now, so close, the tight heat of her spasming around him pulling him toward the edge. He drove into her one final time and let go, burying himself to the hilt as his orgasm exploded through him.
She was still pulsing around him when he collapsed forward, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades. They stayed like that for a long moment, both of them breathing hard, both of them trembling. Xavier could feel his release dripping down her thighs, could feel the rapid thud of her heartbeat through her back.
"Stay," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
He pressed a kiss to her spine. "Always."