Initiate and Ignite (3 page)

Xerxes stood and quickly divested himself of his pants and socks. His body was glorious as she watched his sure movements. He pulled the rest of her dress down her long legs, somehow managing to stroke her skin with gentle fingertips as he did so. It excited her to reach up and put her hands on his chest. Their eyes made the briefest of contact as their hands did all the talking they needed. Fingertips roamed skin as they stroked the lust that resided in the space between their bodies.

Without a word between them, instinctively they reached for the other’s most sensitive spots. Celine curled her long fingers around Xerxes thickly veined cock. It pulsed in her grasp as she stroked it. A pearl-sized drop of precum formed at the tip of his bronzed cock head. She grazed her thumb over the tip, lubricating his head as she swirled the digit over his smooth skin. His hiss of pleasure made her stomach flip once more.

Meanwhile, Xerxes’ strong hand roamed over her pussy until his middle finger found her wet entrance. With one smooth glide, his finger was embedded inside, stroking her and teasing her g-spot with gentle pressure. Again Celine’s body began to climb to its physical peak.

“Xerxes, oh my, please!”

“Over and over again, Mademoiselle.” Xerxes chuckled as he massaged her g-spot once more. Xerxes deep voice sounded even more erotic when he laughed. Her stomach clenched at the sound and her pussy walls fluttered. She squeezed his cock, rubbing his thick manhood until his pelvis began to thrust back and forth. In a split second, Xerxes chuckle turned into a growl. His hand left her entrance, but Celine had no time to mourn the loss of his thick finger in her wet sheath.

Grabbing her by her calves, Xerxes corralled himself with her legs, his jutting cock aligned perfectly with her throbbing entrance. It was empowering to hold his cock steady and to slide its tip over her swollen clit and up and down the clefts of her pussy lips. She positioned his cock head directly in front of her entrance and looked up to his face and his eyes met hers. Without a fumble and without breaking eye contact, he pushed forward and lodged his full length within her in one stroke. The tip of his cock lodged deep, making her walls pulse from being stretched. Celine gasped, consumed by the feeling of being so full and amazed at Xerxes agility. As the throbbing subsided, Celine began to rock her hips, relishing in the feeling of being so completely possessed.

Slowly, as he held himself up on his bulging forearms, Xerxes moved his hard length in and out of her. The sounds of his thick rod moving inside of her wet channel filled the air, along with their ragged and husky breathing. Everything else ceased to exist as Celine stared down at where their bodies joined. His beautiful cock pulsed with each stroke and each glide, filling her so wide and so deep, it was hard for her to catch her breath. Again and again, Xerxes pulled his cock all the way out only to plunge it deep. It was a symphony of pleasure and insanity as he pushed himself into her.

The sensual pace began to unravel as Celine ran her hands over Xerxes chest, down his waist until her fingers clutched into the taut muscles of his toned ass. Then they both lost all control. Languid strokes were forgotten as they both began to buck into each other’s bodies, their skin colliding and their moans increasing.

Xerxes bent his head and engulfed her lips in a fierce kiss that spoke tales of lust and passion. His tongue dove into her mouth, only to be met by her own thrusting tongue. It wasn’t a fight for dominance; their kissing was finding anchors in each other’s lips. The intensity of pleasure mounted, as their mouths parried, their pace became frenzied.

He finally broke the kiss and stared down at her. His pace didn’t slow but his eyes held her pinned. He slid his hands underneath her buttocks and grabbed hold. Pulling her into every stroke, Celine felt her stomach uncoil as Xerxes dominated her clenching pussy with his cock.

“Now, Xerxes, please, give it to me, now.” Celine grabbed onto both of Xerxes’ forearms and pushed herself into every one of his thrusts. Over and over again, their pelvises met and she felt another piece of her orgasm uncoiling. Finally, her pussy gave one last strong flutter before the flood gates of her orgasm flowed over Xerxes’ cock. She watched in amazement as Xerxes pushed himself deep within her, and felt the intensity of his pulsing cock once more as she felt his release filling her. He held perfectly still as their orgasms subsided.

Gathering her up into his arms, their bodies still joined and her legs wrapped around his toned torso, he carried her up the stairs.

Looking down at her, he only muttered one word.

“Shower?” Celine couldn’t be bothered to speak as she lifted her arm and pointed. He didn’t have a moment’s hesitation as he walked them through her bedroom and into her standup shower. Pressing her body against the wall, Xerxes kissed her long and deep. Celine’s hand fumbled against the wall as she looked for the shower handle. A warm spray of water poured over them as they kissed and petted each other with light strokes.

After a while, Xerxes disconnected them from each other and let his head rest against the tiled wall. Celine wrapped her arms about his waist. She didn’t want to analyze anything. She just wanted to feel what she felt at that moment. Pressing herself against his wet body, she just held on.

“Be my anchor, Celine.” Xerxes whispered as he bent his head and nuzzled her ear. Celine smiled.

“As long as you be mine, Xerxes.”

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Thank you for reading the second tale in the Naughty Nibbles series. 

• A Lesson in Trust (the first nibble)
  

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