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Vivienne

Connection. Vulnerablity. Trust.

All things I have with him. All things this list and Xavier have given me.

But it's the unwavering faith in the way he strokes a hand down my cheek that seals it for me.

No more settling for less than I want to make other people happy.

I nod.

"Ah ah. Tell me and then take it," he scolds.

"I want another." My voice booms with conviction in the quiet room.

He kisses my hip. "That's my girl. We're crossing two things off the list tonight."

"What's that?" I ask.

Xavier kisses a path towards my center, and I push up on my elbows to watch. He looks obscene perched between my legs.

"Multiple orgasms. You're going to come on my tongue and then I'm going to fuck you until you can't take another."

"What if I can't--"

Icy blue pierces me, stopping the doubt that was about to spill free.

" If you can't then we'll stop and try something new. Or I'll run you a bath and we can relax together. I've waited long enough and we've got plenty of time. We'll do this right or we won't do it all."

"Yeah, okay." My shoulders fall back and some of the pressure lifts.

When Xavier parts me and swipes his tongue up my center to circle my swollen clit I collapse into the bed. It's almost too much after coming so hard, bordering on pain as he sucks and tugs at the bundle of nerves. I grip his hair, pulling him away and holding him to me at the same time.

Slowly, the intensity melts into a pulsing pleasure that's barely out of reach.

"Xavier," I huff.

He hums against me but doesn't stop working.

"I need more. I can't--"

His fingers trace my entrance, toying with it.

"Yes," I beg. "That."

One word at a time is all I can manage as his thick fingers tease and torture me, moving in tandem with his mouth. My core clenches, beckoning him in.

"Please."

It's right there--but he won't let me grab it. I groan in frustration. And then he's gone. The room spins as he flips me, putting me on my hands and knees and pushing my chest down to the mattress.

I glance over my shoulder trying to find him, only to fall forward when his mouth covers me again. Putting me in this position is vulnerable. Leaving me so exposed, with every part of me at his mercy.

His tongue presses inside me and he steals every thought in my head about not being able to come like this as he sends me racing towards the finish line. Doing more than I ever thought possible with his mouth as he eats me like I'm his favorite meal.

Xavier's arm snakes around me, fingers finding the spot between my legs that's aching for his touch. The first brush of his fingers against my sensitive clit sends me crashing head first into pleasure without warning. It's a shattering burst of light that he prolongs with deep thrusts of his tongue. I grip the sheets, twisting them with my fingers.

"Shit," I hiss, the sensations becoming too much. "Xavier, I need you."

Those three words are enough to pull him away. His back covers mine, and he crawls up my body to seal his mouth over mine, taking us both down to the mattress in a twisted heap of skin and sheets, rolling us so we end up side-by-side.

"Fuck, Vivienne. You taste like honey and sin. I can't get enough." He presses kisses to my forehead. "Never enough."

My heart skips in my chest, the reverence in his tone heavy.

We're still not close enough, even tangled up like we are. My hand snakes between us, seeking out his hard length where it presses against my leg. "Fuck me, Xavier."

"Give me a second." Hot breath fans my face as he hisses at my fist wrapping around him.

I stroke up his shaft, circling his leaking crown. "I don't want to wait any longer. Get inside me."

"Fuck, Vi. Keep pumping me like that and I'm going to come all over your stomach before I ever get inside of you."

A disbelieving laugh escapes me.

In a flash, Xavier has me rolled to my back, my breasts bouncing with the sudden movement and my hands pinned above my head.

"Something funny?"

I roll my lips together and shake my head. "No, sorry." I might be apologizing, but there's no remorse. I've never been comfortable enough with someone that I laughed freely like this in the middle of a very intimate situation.

His eyes pierce mine. Doing his best to look serious, he cocks an eyebrow at me. "Don't believe me?" He rolls his hip, his hard cock grinding down over my sensitive clit.

"Shit," I groan, shifting my hips back to relieve some of the friction.

With another roll of his hips, his cock slips through my swollen, wet lips, forcing another fractured cry from me.

So fucking good. How is this man is so fucking good?

"Which one is it, Vivienne?" he asks, rolling his lips together in amusement.

Did he ask me a question? Am I such a mess that I'm losing time while he plays with my body?

"Were you laughing at me because you don't believe that eating your cunt has me ready to burst? Or are you being mean?"

He slips through me again, dangerously close to being inside me. My hips twitch and Xavier drops his head, his shoulders straining as the head of his cock presses there. I have to stop myself from moving, my body ready to accept him.

"The first one," I admit sheepishly.

"If you walk away from this only knowing one thing, it needs to be that you're the most enchanting woman I've ever met. This body is a dream. Curvy, soft, and all fucking mine." He presses in enough to make his point. "I'm seconds from losing it. This pussy is going to drain me, but you're so much more. You're every fantasy I've ever had, but you're also brilliant and successful--endlessly giving with your time and love. So yeah, I'm struggling here, sweetheart, because I can't believe I get to have you, even if only for a little while."

"Condom," I croak out. Not because we need one--I'm on the pill and I trust this man with my body, with my life even--but the emotion behind his words is too much. If I let him inside my body with nothing between us everything will change.

He stares down at me for one charged second and I think he's about to ask for the one thing I just took off the table. But then he presses up on his hands, stretching to reach for the bedside table.

It gives me a moment to get my racing heart under control before it runs away on me.

The drawer shuts and I hear the crinkle of foil. Xavier sits back on his heels, holding the condom between us.

"Put it on me."

I join him on my knees, taking it from him.

It's more intimate than I expect, his blazing focus on me while my hands work the latex down his hard length. When it's on, his chin dips, lips finding me softly. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth taking long, thorough strokes.

I melt into him, and he cups the back of my head, his other arm going around my waist and leading us backwards until he's on top of me.

With a shudder, Xavier breaks our kiss, resting his forehead against mine. The sound of our ragged pants and pounding hearts fill the space between us.

"Xavier, I can't wait. I need you," I tell him.

"I know, sweetheart." His face is soft with sincerity as he notches himself at my entrance. "Shit, it's so fucking good."

My entire body warms as he pushes inside, filling me like no one else ever has. "Oh god." My fingers dig into his back, urging him forward. It's too slow.

"Your pussy is unreal. Jesus, you're so tight, so soft, so fucking mine ."

"Yours," I echo, delirious as he pushes all the way in, hitting a spot I didn't know existed--not like this.

With his arm looped under my back, he pulls me up, shoving a pillow under my back. "Look at us, sweetheart. See how pretty you look taking my cock." His focus bounces from where we're joined back to my face. "You're doing so fucking well."

"God, Xavier." That's all I can manage because being with him is overwhelming in the best way. The rawness of it all as he pumps in and out of me completely enthralls me.

"I can't look away, but I don't want to miss it when you shatter for me. So damn stunning." His stream of affirmation is constant.

I lift further, pulling him closer, needing him near. Each thrust takes a piece of me that I'll never get back. There's no stopping it--no stopping us. It was silly to think we could. Xavier's all but proven this works because of our connection.

And that connection deepens as he kisses me. It's dizzying--the highest high I've ever known as we climb together.

This fall is going to ruin us both.

His hips swivel, grinding against my clit with each deep pulse of his cock, hitting me where I need him. For someone who was unsure about multiples until now, I know I'm going to come again, and hard.

"Vivienne." My name is plea on his lips--sweet and drenched in emotion. "Sweetheart," he grits out. "Tell me you're close."

"So close. Please don't stop." I meet him thrust for thrust, chasing the tendrils of pleasure that are forming again.

"I need you to get there with me. I'm--" His teeth nash together, his jaw stony as he squeezes his eyes close. When he opens them, there's fresh resolve on his face.

Xavier's palm slides under my ass tilting my hips, his other hand going to my pelvis, finding my clit with insistent circles of his thumb.

"That's it," I cry, heat racing down my spine.

"God. Fuck." He groans, snapping his hips, the tendons in his neck popping with the strain of holding himself back. "It's so fucking good. You're so fucking good. Never want to leave this body."

He presses down on my clit and the wave hits, my core clenching tightly around him. "There. Right there."

"Now, Vivienne. Please . . . you're pulling me under. I need you to come with me, now." Each word is more frantic than the last.

"Xavier." His name is fractured, and it does him in. He swells, burying himself right where I need him as he strokes me through it and I come undone right alongside him.

This time, it's deep, slow, drawn-out pulses that ripple out from my center. One long orgasm that washes over me.

His body is draped over mine, both of us still spinning out as his movements slow. This feels right, like where I'm meant to be. He isn't only making a home inside my body, he's making one within my soul. He's given me so much more than the things on our list. He's taught me how to let him in. It's a feeling I'll never recover from.

The bed dips with his weight as he crawls back in next to me, after he takes care of the condom. And all I can think as his solid chest presses against my back, lulling me to sleep, is that someday more might be nice.