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As his arms envelop me in a comforting embrace, I feel a shiver run down my spine, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. I pull away slightly, searching his eyes for answers, only to find a flicker of darkness clouding their usual warmth.
A wave of self-consciousness washes over me. Is he looking at me with desire, or is it pity? My curves have always been the part of me I’ve wished to hide, not highlight. Can I truly be what he desires, or am I just a naive girl, out of her depth?
I get my answer a moment later when he kisses me again. The moment his lips meet mine, the world tilts on its axis. It steals the breath from my lungs, not gently, but with the fierce assertion of a storm claiming the shore.
His lips are firm against mine, moving with a confidence that speaks of vast experience, a mastery of the art that leaves me dizzy. There’s no hesitation in his touch, no searching for the right angle or pressure.
He knows all, as if by instinct, and I find myself swept up in the certainty of his embrace, able to surrender to the sensation without a single doubt.
His hand cradles the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair.. His other arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us, only the heat that floods my veins, warming every corner of my being.
The kiss deepens, his tongue tracing my lower lip before he confidently claims full access, his taste mingling with mine.
There’s no need for me to think, to worry about what to do next; He leads, and my body follows, responding to his every move with an eagerness I didn’t know I possessed.
I’m scared, so incredibly scared, of how intense this all feels. How can a kiss, a single kiss, ignite such a fire within me, stirring feelings and desires I’ve only ever dreamed of?
And as we finally part, gasping for air, I’m left with the echo of his desire, the warmth of his lips still pressed against mine.
The fear lingers, a shadow to the light of my awakening desire, whispering of the depth of my feelings for him, feelings that have rooted deep within me in such a short time. It’s terrifying, this vulnerability, this overwhelming need for someone I’ve only just begun to know.
He pauses, his gaze locking onto mine. “Is this what you want?” he asks, his voice a blend of desire and concern. The question, simple yet profound, offers me a choice, a chance to voice my desires or my hesitations.
“I want this,” I respond, my voice steady, even as my heart races. “But only if you’re not fucking with me..”
His smile is gentle, reassuring. “Never,” he assures me. “But we go at your pace. Always.”
His hands roam lower, deftly unfastening my robe to reveal the curves beneath. I wince, expecting to see disgust in his eyes.
Instead, he reads my mind. “Every curve is perfection to me.” His words, spoken with such reverence, chip away at the walls I’ve built around my self-image.
I relax into his touch, yearning for the connection that only he can offer. He kisses his way down my body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
He continues his exploration, teasing and pleasuring me in ways I’ve never experienced before. His kisses become more insistent, his touch more eager as he loses himself in the moment. I can’t help but respond in kind, my body begging for more of the pleasure he bestows upon me.
As our breaths become ragged and our hearts race in time with each other, his fingers find their way to my core. I moan softly, unable to withhold my pleasure any longer.
He eases a finger into me. I arch my back, seeking more of his touch, but he teases me further, drawing out the anticipation until I’m near the edge of my control.
Then, suddenly, he abandons his finger and replaces it with his tongue. The heat of his mouth against my sensitive skin is almost too much to bear, but I can’t resist the pleasure it brings.
He laps at me hungrily, his tongue darting in and out, causing my hips to buck involuntarily. My nails dig into his shoulders as I cry out his name, the exhilaration of this new sensation overwhelming me.
He brings me to the brink, then pulls back, leaving me quivering and desperate for relief. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “You want me to make you come, tesoro?”
I nod, unable to speak.
He grins, a wicked glint in his eyes as he slides a finger back into me, gently stretching me open. I moan loudly at the invasion, my body welcoming his touch.
Then, he begins to move his finger in and out, in a slow, steady rhythm. My hips rock forward to meet his hand, my breathing growing ragged with each thrust.
“That’s it, take it,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry. “Let me give you pleasure, my tesoro.”
His words send a jolt of desire through me, and I’m lost in the sensation. His fingers work their magic, teasing and pleasuring me until I can’t take it anymore.
My body begins to shake uncontrollably as an orgasm takes over, waves of pleasure washing over me like a tidal wave. I cry out, my voice hoarse with passion, as I’m swept away by the intense pleasure he’s given me.
As I come down from my orgasm, I can feel Xavier’s fingers still inside me, gently stroking my inner walls. He pulls back slightly, his gaze locked on mine as he slides his fingers out, leaving me feeling a bit empty but also incredibly aware of his touch.
He moves up my body, his lips brushing against my skin as he kisses me gently on the forehead, then on the cheeks, and finally, on my lips. His body presses against mine, and I can feel the evidence of his arousal against me.
“I need more,” I whisper hoarsely, my heart pounding in my chest. “Be my first.” The idea of giving myself to him, it’s thrilling but terrifying.
I’ve waited, not because of some fairy tale ideal, but for someone who sees me, truly sees me. And now that moment is here, my heart races at the thought of crossing that threshold, of stepping into the unknown with him.
He positions himself between my legs, his body trembling slightly as he lowers himself onto me. I can feel the tip of him at my entrance, the anticipation of fulfillment overwhelming me.
I feel a moment of uncertainty. It must show on my face because he immediately picks up on it.
“Hey,” he says, propping himself on an elbow to look down at me, “if you ever feel uncomfortable, if you want to stop, just tell me. Okay?”
His words, sincere and comforting, wash over me, easing the knots of anxiety. It’s not just his words but the earnestness in his eyes that convinces me. I nod, feeling a wave of gratitude for his sensitivity.
He takes a deep breath, and then, without any further hesitation, he slides an inch inside me.
The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s a combination of pleasure and pain. I cry out softly, my hips bucking to meet his every thrust as he moves inside me.