Black Stilettos

♡. Chapter Six

Zavier pulled Shaira down when she got to him, her glittery heels catching on the sheets as he spun them around so that she was under him.

"Tell me what you want," He whispered.

Shaira felt a shudder of anticipation up her spine, she looked up and he was nearly nose to nose with her.

His grey eyes peered into her soul, nearly reading her mind, she wondered what was going on in his head as he stared at her that way.

She glanced shyly away from him, her cheeks going pink. "I think you know what I want…” and before she could get all of her words out, he closed the gap between them, grabbing her bare waist with one hand and the back of her neck with the other as he kissed her hungrily.

Shaira stomach twisted in desire as she grabbed his bare shoulders and brought it closer to her chest.

Their lips didn’t separate.

“I’ve never met someone as captivating as you, you drive me insane.” He whispered in her ear.

A smile spread across Shaira’s face. "Me too. I want you." She said breathlessly to him, nuzzling his neck as she ran her fingernails through his hair.

Zavier's heart pounded at her admission, kissing her more deeply.

Shaira parted her thighs, inviting him closer to her, their hands roamed each other's bodies as their kissing became frantic and desperate, with moans between the two of them.

His scent was heavy to Shaira, a mix of dark spices, an aphrodisiac driving her on.

His hands slipped to her thighs, stroking up higher over her silky skin. His fingertips grazed her lace panties, which were soaked with her want.

His fingertips dance around the edges, teasing her with a spark of heat. “Where do you want my hands?" He asked, kissing down her neck, making sure to leave his mark or her pink tinged skin.

“I want your hands on me.” She whispered to his lips, smiling into his face.

His breath hitched and he grabbed her thighs tightly, lifting himself over her so he could slide lower.

“Looks like I’ll have to take care of that,” He muttered in a low voice, moving her panties aside and pushed a finger inside her wet s*x.

He leaned forward to claim her lips, his tongue delving deeply into her mouth.

“More, more,” She panted and nipped at his ear, driving him wild with arousal.

He inserted another finger, curling them up to hit the right spot. Shaira’s body convulsed and her legs wrapped around his midsection, her heels clicking softly.

As she pressed into him she could feel his erection throbbing against her core, her hands travelled his biceps, chest, and back.

Zavier’s free hand roamed her chest and returned to her face where he held the nape of her neck and continued kissing her hungrily, moaning softly into her mouth and using his tongue to trace her lips and dance with hers.

Shaira clawed at his muscled back, her fingers leaving light pink trails in its wake which only spurred Zavier on.

“Naughty girl, so wet for me.” He said while staring deeply into her eyes.

The dirty talk branded itself into Shaira’s memory, sending aches through her thighs with need.

She used a free hand to wrap around his length, when she started stroking him, Zavier leaned into her, rubbing her breasts and bending his head down to roll her n****e in his mouth, his free hand ripping off her drenched underwear.

“I want you, Zavier." She whispered in his ear, lighting a fire of arousal in his stomach.

He was no longer able to wait, and neither was she.

She directed him to her center and she felt his wet tip enter her, her core raged with need that she momentarily forget to feel nervous for her first time.

He pulled out to tease her, a whimper escaped her at this, which made him smile.

He entered in one smooth thrust and Shaira stiffened, gasping at the slight pain, Zavier froze, his eyes momentarily going wide.

Shaira threw her hands around his neck to pull him closer. “Don’t stop, please.”

He leaned back to see where their bodies connected and Shaira could see that he did, the sight of it bringing in a flood of wetness.

“You feel so good.” He said delivering slow, deliberate but delicious thrusts into her.

Shaira's mouth hung open, lips swollen and wet. He ran his thumb along her lower lip, and she licked it gently while staring deeply into his soft grey eyes.

His breath hitched as she took his digit in her mouth, her head lolling back slightly in pleasure as her back arched.

Zavier was utterly transfixed with watching her come undone.

He removed his thumb from between her lips and brought it to her c**t, which he rolled between his thumb and middle finger, pressing and pacing in circles.

Driving her to leave a pool around his length, she panted his name over and over again as she started to feel the white-hot warmth in her belly and thighs, she knew she was close.

“Come with me, Zavier,” She said into his ear, her fingers grasping his beautiful black lock.

He looked into her eyes, nearly in a trance as he focused on her unraveling. He picked up speed, thrusting harder, his hand on the dip of her ass to keep her close.

The friction of his pelvis, while he pushed inside her, became more than she could bear.

Soon her legs wrapped around his hips as her back arched, her hands grasping him and clawing at his back. “Oh my God, yes! f**k me!”

She cried out, one hand pushing pillows to the floor in a crash as her body convulsed and her

thighs pulsed with her o****m.

“Moan louder for me, my love” Zavier whispered in her ear, kissing her neck below.

The words my love tumbled around in her brain, sending butterflies through her body.

But soon he could feel her channel flex and pulse, making him twitch inside her, his breath quickening as his hands raked through her hair and held her neck to keep their mouths connected, desperately kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths.