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Vivienne

Words continue to pour out of me. I should shut up, let him process, but I can't. It feels too right. So I keep babbling like the idiot his dick has reduced me too.

"I've never gone without protection and I get checked regularly. Everything's good--I'm good," I rush out. God, this is stupid. He's got a baby upstairs--this was supposed to be just sex. And yet, I can't bring myself to take the offer back. Because that's what it is. I'm draped over his counter, the mess I made sticking to me, ass up, offering him every piece of me.

"You're killing me. Tell me you're sure you want me like this--that you're not wrapped up in the moment."

I twist as much as I can, finding those pleading baby blues in the dim kitchen lights. "I want this." And I mean it, what I feel for him is real, that much I'm certain of. I care deeply for Xavier, even if serious still scares the shit out of me.

Urgent need has my hips shifting beneath him, seeking out friction, but he stays still.

"Goddamn," he groans, his breath fanning over the back of my neck.

Past Vivienne would be shocked to see me like this. Sweaty, covered in my own release, and basically begging this man to fuck me raw. But she didn't know what it was like to want someone with every breath you take. She'd been so deprived for so long that she couldn't even imagine the rapture that takes over when he's near. It's potent and hot and I need him, now.

"Xavier. I can't wait any longer. Please give me your cock--all of it."

That does it. He lines himself up, pressing in with a feral groan. "Fuck--it's so good. You're so perfect. Never going to stop wanting you. You were made for me."

If I wasn't already a sopping mess, the praise he pours over my skin along with his kisses would ruin me. Without a barrier between us, I can feel everything . It's unreal.

With one quick snap of his hips, he buries himself deeper, and I'm clamoring for a grip on the edge of the counter. The sounds that leave me are incoherent.

"Shit. Ah. Xavier."

I slip against the counter as he draws out and drives back in, his hand wrapping around my hip to soften the force. This is the sloppiest, messiest fuck of my life and I love it.

"Vivienne. Fuck, sweetheart."

We are both half sentences and ragged breaths, reduced to the need between us.

With a gentleness that has no business being in the same room as his punishing thrusts, Xavier sweeps my hair off my face, gathering it in his fist before he tugs, bringing me flush with his chest.

"You're a fucking dream, the way you take my cock. This ass . . ." He releases my hip, drives up into me, and spreads my cheeks with his free hand. "I want this. Let me add it to the list."

"Oh god," is all I can manage. I've never considered it--never thought I would, but the trust I have in him goes beyond anything I've ever imagined. It's that damn emotional connection he's forged despite our rules.

"Can I have this part of you too? I want them all, sweetheart."

"It's yours," I pant, knowing I'll give him every piece of me that's available. On the edge of my fraying consciousness I realize that this entire night is very much encroaching on the parts of me that are off limits. Still, at this moment it all feels very right.

"That's my girl."

He rewards me with two fingers strumming my clit until I'm sure I'm going to crash to the ground, the twisting in my spine stealing my strength.

"Xavier."

"Yes."

"I'm there. Don't stop."

"Come, Vivienne. Give it to me. Give me this piece of you."

I come hard and fast, my knees knocking against the island as they tremble from the force of it. Slowing, Xavier works me through the waves before he pulls out, leaving me bereft.

I whimper and he laughs.

"Don't worry. We're not done yet."

He spins me until I'm facing him, one hand gripping the base of his cock. "I still want to fuck these." He pinches one nipple and then the other, slowly pumping his gleaming cock. "But I'm too worked up to make it to bed."

I lick my lips, unable to form words. My mind is too addled from the orgasms and the obscene sight in front of me. His forearms flex with each slow pulse as he fucks his hand. I can't stop looking, it's so hot. Finally, the lights click on upstairs.

"Come on them."

The smirk that creeps across his face is carnal. Still shaky, I lower to my knees in front of him, taking my tits in hand and pushing them together.

"You're already such a perfect fucking mess for me. Look at you on your knees, waiting for me to come all over you like such a good girl."

"Only for you."

He steps closer. With each long stroke of his hand, my breaths come faster. Somehow, at his feet like this, I feel powerful, when the dynamic should be the exact opposite. I make this man weak; I can see it in the strain on his face as his veiled restraint slips away, his hips flexing to meet his hand.

"Come, Xavier, mark me. I know you want to."

He gasps, my name rushing out, desperate and unforgettable. This moment and that sound will be etched on my soul. Hot cum hits my chest, clinging to my sticky skin.

"Don't move," Xavier pants, bracing a hand on the counter behind me. Still sucking in gulps of air, his knee hits the ground next to mine.

For a moment I'm at a loss and then the moonlight catches the crimson, heart-shaped fruit in his hand.

He doesn't explain or give me a warning before he swipes the fruit through my center, over my belly and up my chest to collect his release. A full body shiver shakes me before he lifts the fruit to my lips.

My mouth pops open and I, or maybe it's both of us, groan as I bite into the ripe strawberry. Juice beads at the corner of my mouth, rolling down my chin and Xavier's there in a heartbeat, kissing it away before he takes my mouth.

Holy shit.

He crowds me and when I feel him harden against my stomach, I'm seconds from taking him to the ground and riding him to another orgasm. Then he pulls back, letting his chest rise and fall against mine.

"Best snack ever, don't you think? Was it better than a hot dog?"

It's so off the cuff and real that I start laughing hard. "I give an eight and a quarter."

"You're a brat," he teases, making my laughter start again.

It takes me a minute to get it under control and when I do he kisses me sweetly. The strawberry and the way he's brought this all back to dirty filthy fun after something so incredibly intimate settles the nerves that were starting to work their way in, wondering what this all means.

"Let's go. I'm cleaning you up then fucking you again before we shower. You're mine for every waking second between now and when I leave again." The mention of his upcoming ten game road trip has my heart sinking. But it doesn't last long because next thing I know I'm soaring--literally. The man scoops me up bridal style and carries me to his massive shower where he makes good on his promise.