Can’t Fight Love

Chapter 7

Why don’t we think this is the bedroom” Xavier said with deep voice. I knew my fingertips were close to the head of his p***s but I slowly retracted my hands

“Where is your restroom?” 

“First door on the left.” He smiles, “I will lock up. Bedroom is second door on the right.” I head right to the bathroom. I stare in his modest bathroom cabinet mirror and examine my face. 

My skin is deep tan, and I have little makeup on. My hair is braided in two box braids, and I debate keeping them in. I splash some cold water on my face and make sure my armpits don’t smell. They don’t. Thank god. 

The house is quiet. Having kids, this isn’t normal.  Even when I’m home with my parents, there’s always people talking or dogs barking. 

But not here. It’s quiet. It’s peaceful. 

I look out the bathroom window at the lake. The moon is full in the dead of night and I’m totally in the moment. It’s beautiful here and it’s as if all my chaos has settled within. 

I exit the bathroom and head for the bedroom door. I take a deep breath and push the handle open. The soft glow from the tv Illuminates the small master bedroom. The room is just big enough for a king size bed, a dresser and two bedside tables. 

Xavier is laying on the side furthest from the door. His oversized comforter looks as if to be hugging him and suddenly his bed seemed like the only place I should ever be. 

His room was inviting me to lose myself. The windows were open letting the breeze blow through, the rushing water bringing the night to life and the full moon added to the light. 

Xavier has a slightly tired grin as I catch his eyes. 

“Going to bed?” I realize I’m suddenly nervous, but I try not to show it. I crawl over the bed and make my way to straddle him. God, he is so hot. He runs his hands up my thighs, sliding them under my tube top and I begin to help him take my top off. 

“Just waiting for you,” he replies in a slightly raspy voice and I’m painfully aware of how eager I am to kiss him.  As I’m about to slip my top off, my arms above my head and Xavier’s hands helping along, I suddenly feel his mouth on my right breast. His teeth take my n****e and gently, he begins to apply pressure. Instantly, the fire in my core grew and I could feel the wetness between my legs. 

Throwing my shirt to the side, I breathe, “oh, Xavier!” And it’s as if saying his name set him off on a race to explore my body. He applied a little more pressure and a little yelp escaped my lips, involuntarily. 

“Testing your limits,” he chuckles and a chill runs through my spine. He watches my reaction closely. 

In one swift move, he wrapped his arm around my waste and flipped us around so he was on top. His lips crash down on me and I’m lost. He kisses my neck. Then my shoulder. His lips were warm and tender but there was so much passion and intensity behind them. As he trailed kisses between my breast and down my torso, I felt my back arch, and I realized I was already losing control of my body. 

I reached down and grabbed at his shirt. I wanted to feel his skin. I slipped the shirt over his head and marveled. He’s carved by the gods. Thick, not overly muscular, but toned. A giant monotone tattoo of a tree wrapped around his chest and shoulder. 

Xavier’s green eyes flashed hungrily at me. He unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down along with my lace panties all in one motion. He smiles down at me. His eyes feasting on my body. I’ve never felt so vulnerable. My heart was beating so loud, I was convinced he could hear it. 

He lowered himself above me, his warm breath brushing my n*****s. “You’re a goddess.” He smiles before taking my n****e into his mouth. I can feel the warmth becoming too much when his fingers tickle the outside of my core. He teases my n****e with a lite bite when his fingers find my c**t. 

Steady pressure, circular motions, he pressed with his thumb on my c**t  while two fingers massaged from the inside and I was about to c*m. 

I look at Xavier and his hungry eyes are fixed on me. Watching every writhe, indulging in every moan that escapes my lips, and he’s loving it. 

“Don’t stop” I moan as my eyes begin to roll to the back of my head. He chuckles 

“We’re just getting started,” and with that he brings his mouth down to my core and begins to lick. The most intense orgasm starts to crash over me as the speed of his fingers picks up. 

“Oh my goddd.” And I squirm, but he wraps his free hand around my thigh, pinning me down.

And I lose it. “Oh my f*****g god” I moan “I need you inside me.” I look down at him. Xaviers got that s**t eating grin still and he stands at the edge of the bed. My eyes catch his massive hard on. His c**k pops right out of his basketball shorts and he turns to grab a condom off the dresser behind him. 

The moonlight hits his backside and I gasp. I can’t believe how unbelievably sexy he is. The perfect roundness of his ass, the v of his back and every ripple from his muscles, all gleaming magically. 

The alcohol has fully consumed me and I chuckle. 

“What’s so funny?” His deep raspy voice floods me and I’m warm all over. 

“You’re so hot” I chuckle again 

“And you think that’s funny?” He laughs and grabs my ankle. I let out a little shrill and he tugs me to the edge of the bed and I let out a hard laugh “not so funny now.” And he positions himself between my legs.

He falls forward and pins me down by my wrists, and kisses my neck.

I let out a soft moan.

“Not so funny now,” Xavier breathes, his warm lips sending electricity down my spine and I feel my p***y tense with what’s about to come. His c**k is pressing against me.

Xavier releases a wrist and grabs his c**k, guiding the head of his p***s just at the opening. 

He turns his head to breathe in my ear, “are you ready?”

“Give it to me,” was all I could reply. 

Slowly, I feel the head enter, and it’s almost too much. Then little by little he pushes his way in, letting my body adjust. 

“Oh f**k,” I moan

“Are you ok?” Xavier asks with concern and a smile. 

I carefully move my hips so he gets just a little deeper. God he feels so f*****g good. 

A devilish smile appears, and being able to see his body as he stands at the edge of the bed, holding my legs, I could orgasm just looking at him.

 He begins to thrust his body into mine. Every time, sending me closer to to the edge of a magnificent orgasm. I’m watching our body’s collide and I feel the shiver starting to crash through my soul. 

“You feel so f*****g good,” he moans as he begins to pick up pace, his eyes are shifting from watching himself enter me, to watching my t**s bounce rhythmically with each thrust. 

Just then, he removes a hand from my thigh and uses his thumb to rub circles on my c**t.

And I’m pretty sure I saw Jesus. 

The most epic orgasm steamrolled right over me. I could feel myself pulsing on his c**k, dripping with s*x.

“Oh my f*****g gooodddd Xavier..” I moaned loudly.

“Victoria..” and the breathy way he said it made me look at him. 

My orgasm was still crashing over me when I felt that amazing pulse from his c**k as he orgasmed. 

Which of course, only made things hotter. 

A low growl came from his chest and I moaned. 

Xavier plopped down on me, breathing heavy for a moment, his c**k still inside me. His head was buried in my neck

“Umm..” I said after a moment

“Yeah. I know,” he kissed my neck and I giggled. He heaved and stood up. He was a f*****g sight to look at. 

He turned and began to peel the condom off and clean up. 

I stood up. “I’m going to go grab my stuff and take a quick shower,” 

Xavier quickly turned, cupping my face with one hand, another hand on my waste, he pulls me in for a deep kiss. 

I let his tongue enter my mouth and I deepen the kiss. I’m 5’8” and yet I feel so small in his presence. 

He pulls away, but holds my stare. I lose myself in him. 

“Just don’t fall in love,” I whisper. I’m not sure if I’m telling myself or if I’m telling him. 

He smirks, “You’re the one who will fall for me.” 

I wriggle free as he releases me and I laugh.  “Sure.” I act casual. 

This was going to be tough.