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Xavier

From head to toe, Vivienne is even more stunning than I could have imagined. The makeup that's always perfectly placed is blurring from the spray around us. Somehow, it makes her even more remarkable. But knowing what's waiting lower . . . my eyes start wandering south. Not seeing Vivi naked yet is my only regret about taking things as slow as we are.

She's at my feet, bare for me, leaving me no choice but to drink in every inch of her. A gun to my head couldn't make me pick a favorite part of her body. From the flare of her hips as she rests back on her heels, to the heavy swell of her breasts and tight nipples that tip them, every part of her makes me harder than the last.

She's such a potent mix of submissive and demanding. Hands on her knees with her lips parted, my hand wraps around her long hair, tilting her head back. There's a primal longing in her that shoots straight through me. She confirms it when she tells me, without an ounce of questioning, exactly what she needs. "Use my mouth. Make me gag on you."

And that's the point of this whole thing--giving Vivienne control of her own sexual experiences. If she wants her mouth filled, I'll give her that.

Fuck . With her at my feet, those big green eyes pleading, there's not much I won't do for her. Pride swells in my chest at the undeniable truth--she couldn't resist seeking me out. She was here for work and I made this polished, poised woman shed her professional shell. All so I could ruin her in the best way.

"Say please," I demand, feeding into the fantasy we're building together.

"Please, fuck my mouth."

"Are you going to swallow down every drop of cum I give you, like the perfect little slut this list has turned you into?"

"Y--yes." One word breaks me. I tighten my hand in her hair, stepping closer, running the tip of my painfully hard cock over her lips.

"And if you want me to stop?"

"I'll tell you."

"No you won't. Your mouth will be too full to talk." She whimpers, enjoying this as much as I am. "Tap my thigh twice and I'll stop, no matter what. Understand?"

"Mhmmm." She presses up on her knees, bringing herself to the right height for me to slip inside her waiting mouth.

"Good. Now, feed yourself my cock. I want it sloppy after a week with only my hand and my memories to keep me company."

She wraps her fist around my base, guiding me into her soft mouth. My knees nearly buckle when her warmth envelops me. Jesus , if I don't get it together I'm going to spill before either of us is ready. Her silky hair brushes my knuckle as she starts moving, taking more of me. I let her lead, giving her the control to pull back when she starts gagging.

"That's it. Every single inch." Her burgundy lips stretch to take me, and when I hit the back of her throat, every semblance of control I'd been holding onto shatters. The look she shoots me is anything but relaxed. If I had to define it, it's pure determination--and damn, that's hot--but I need her pliant.

"Relax, Vivienne. This mouth was made to take me."

She shifts her thighs, rubbing them together. I slip free of her mouth and she says, "I will if you fuck my face the way you promised."

My tongue runs over my teeth. "You're feisty today. Is that because you've been thinking about my cock all week?"

She nods, her teeth denting the fullness of her lip. "Watching you isn't enough. It's been killing me."

Well, shit, we can't have that. "Hands on your tits, tongue out," I say, taking my cock back from her. "Two taps," I remind her as I shove inside, groaning when she moans around me.

Her eyes water, making a mess of my pretty girl. I love that I'm the only one who gets to see her like this, her perfect edges fraying. It makes me come untethered. My hips snap forward until the blunt head of my cock is wedged as far back as it will go.

"I want you like this again, with your head hanging off a bed--or a table; your perfect body at my fingertips, watching your throat struggle to take me." I pulse in again, pushing her further. "Those tits bouncing with every thrust."

Vivi gags, and I feel it everywhere. It's a miracle that the sound alone doesn't make me flood her throat.

Tears roll down her red cheeks and I pull out with a pop and pinch her chin between my fingers. "Breathe, sweetheart. You're doing so well."

She writhes under my praise, which only makes me want to pour it on thick every time we're together.

"I'm close and I want you right behind me. Touch yourself, but don't finish; that's mine."

When she opens her mouth, I press my crown to her lips, stopping the protest I can see forming there.

"You don't like my rules, you can tap out," I remind her, gliding myself over the velvet of her tongue.

With the water spraying both of us, pieces of hair cling to her face and black streaks of mascara run down her cheeks. She's completely wrecked at the idea of being on her knees like this for me. Watching her press a hand between her thighs while taking me as far back as she can, pushes me to the brink.

I pump in and out, her cheeks hollowing around me, working to keep up the punishing pace. I won't last much longer, but it doesn't matter because I want to see her swallow me down. And then I want a taste of her.

"Fuck, Vivienne, that's it. You're going to drain me dry." The sound of her full name on my lips has me thrusting faster.

Her lashes flirt with her cheekbones as her hand moves faster between her thighs. She gasps, choking on a ragged lungful of air every time I pull back. It's more than I can handle and my dick twitches in her mouth. "Your eyes--give them to me," I grit out, that last thread of control unraveling. "My cum is all for you. Save yours for me," I tell her with my last shuddering breath before the stars edge in and I spill down her throat.

The steady gallop of my heart is still thundering in my ears when I reach down and pull Vivi up, spinning her so her back is against the tile wall and dropping to my knees at her feet. I run my hands up her legs, stopping for a second to rub the red dents the floor left behind. It's sick, but I hope they stick around, a lasting reminder of what she risked for me today.

Her hands go straight to my hair and she holds me the same way I just held her. Like I asked, she's close to the edge but hasn't gone over. Seems like we have that in common--taking pleasure in getting the other off.

There's no wading in. I'm too far gone for her after the sexy stunt she pulled, sneaking in here. My fingers find her seam, spreading it to reveal every perfect pink part of her. I want every sweet drop. Without warning, I lick a stripe up her center, right to where she needs me most.

"I've missed your mouth. Nothing else comes close," she pants.

"This mouth is yours anytime you want it." To prove my point, I dip my tongue inside her, eating her like it's my job until she's a quivering mess and I'm as soaked from the shower spray as I am from her dripping cunt.

"I want it, sweetheart. Let me have it," I coax, kissing the swell of her hip as I circle her clit with two fingers.

She whimpers, her grip momentarily releasing my damp hair as her thumb brushes tenderly across my cheek. "It's yours. Only yours," she whispers softly.

Fuck, I like that. I really, really like it.

"Good, give me every last drop," I say.

My tongue flicks in hard strokes, driving her higher. When her legs start shaking, I slide two fingers into her messy center, making her flutter around me. She flies over the brink, crying out wildly and clinging to me with each wave that washes over her.

I don't wait for her to stop trembling before I'm standing, pinning her to the wall with my hips, hard and ready. I breathe her in, letting the beat of her pounding heart remind me why I won't take her here and now. She deserves better than a shower quickie.

Her lips part at the first press of my mouth to hers, and I swallow every moan. This kiss breathes life back into us after a week apart. The taste of me lingers, sharp on her tongue, and I lick into her mouth, blending us together.

"You taste that, right?"

"Mhmm." She chases my lips when I pull back an inch.

Holding her face in my hands I tell her, "That's us. Me and you, together. Nothing has ever been sweeter."

Us . Two letters that sound even better than she tastes. The thought should make me nervous, but has the opposite effect. It makes me want more.