Black Stilettos

♡. Chapter Five

"You like?" He asked after she had gotten her fill of staring.

Shaira turned to stare at him, she could tell that he really wanted to impress her. "I do, will you take me on a tour sometime?"

Zavier stepped forward and swept her off her feet again, her cute squeal of surprise making him grin. "With pleasure."

He swept off in the direction of the entrance to the mansion, his long legs eating up the distance.

A couple servants were waiting at the door to receive him, expressive shock on their faces when they saw their master return with a woman in his arms. It was so unlike him.

Zavier paid them no attention, sweeping right past them.

Shaira barely got a good look at the rooms they went past, not with how quickly Zavier was moving.

He finally stopped in a room, placing Shaira gently on the bed and going back to lock the door.

Shaira got a good look around when he did, lavish was an understatement, the bedroom gave new meaning to luxury.

The state of the room was the last thing on her mind though, her eyes trailing to Zavier.

His well formed back muscles moved subtly under his black silk shirt as he locked the door, Shaira watched him come over with heated eyes, crossing her legs while she got more comfortable on the bed.

Zavier strutted over, undoing his cuffs and the top buttons of his shirt.

Tension crackled between them as he came close, pushing Shaira back on the bed, his body caging her in.

Shaira looked up seductively, licking over her lower lip as she shared a heated gaze with him, it was clear that Zavier was barely holding himself back. That was the last thing she wanted.

“Are you just going to spend the entire night staring at me?” She invited, a daring look in her eyes.

Zavier didn’t give her a chance to prepare herself after that, he leaned to to claim her lips, a hand cradling her neck while the under slipped through the slit in her dress to grab her thigh.

Shaira sighed into the kiss arching upwards, it was indeed strange that she didn't feel anxious or nervous.

Considering that it was her first time and Zavier was an absolute stranger, a captivating one but one all the same.

It all felt right though so she opened herself to him to do as he wished.

Impatient, Zavier pulled down the upper half of her dress in one swift move, exposing her milky skin to the air.

Her perky nubs hardened when it made contact with the cool air, a soft drawn out moan leaving her when Zavier replaced his hungry eyes on her skin with hungry lips.

Shaira buried her hands in Zavier’s pitch black hair, her head thrown back in pleasure as he sucked harshly on her n*****s.

The hand placed on her thigh gradually inched forward, pushing up her dress so that it bunched at her waist.

Shaira was mindless with pleasure by the time that Zavier was done marking up her skin, her n*****s were engorged and swollen from all the attention they had gotten from his mouth. Shaira had absolutely no complaints about that.

Impatient to get him inside her, she pulled his head up for a kiss, arching into him.

She had gotten rid of his shirt while they were making out and it was even more impressive than she had been expecting.

“Let’s get this off you.” He said in a raspy voice. “I want to touch all of you.”

“Sure.” She agreed with a little smug smile. “But first…” She trailed off, pushing against his chest.

Zavier was confused but let her do as she wished, getting off the bed to stand over her and he couldn’t help but stare when he did.

With her lying like that on his bed, her beautiful gold curls splayed out on the bed, striking blue eyes hooded with pleasure and staring right up at him with need.

Looking lower to see her upper body bared just for him, her perky breasts teased a lovely pink by him. There was something about her beautiful long legs in those heels that drove him crazy.

His eyes widened when she slid off the bed and fell to her knees in front of him, her dress a pool of black silk around her, golden hair falling over her bare shoulders.

Saying nothing, he watched patiently to see what she would do, his eyes calmly following her every move.

Shaira got comfortable and went straight for his belt, her fingers deftly undoing the buckle.

She slowly dragged down the zip, taking her time with pulling down his expensive, tailored pants.

She could already see the prominent bulge in his pants and was impatient to get all of it out.

Zavier just left her to it, settling in to enjoy the show in front of him, Shaira just kept pleasantly surprising him.

After his pants were out of the way, Shaira wrapped her black tipped nails around his throbbing d**k, her eyes blown wide at his impressive size.

Was all that supposed to somehow fit inside her?

Unfazed by his size, she started to stroke him, moving forward to hesitantly lick his tip.

She took him in her mouth, slurping wryly. She managed to take him in halfway, her hand stroking over the rest of his length.

"That's enough." Zavier stepped her after a couple moments, helping her to her feet.

He lounged on the bed after inviting her to strip for him.

Shaira smiled at this, licking her glistening lips. There was little to strip out of, considering that Xavier had already ruined most of what she had on while impatiently trying to access her skin.

She kicked out of the dress with a flourish, choosing to keep her shoes on, as much as she was doing this because Zavier literally knocked her off her feet and she wanted him really badly.

She also needed to secure her position in his heart, she needed him to fall irrevocably for her.

As she walked over to him, she realised that she wasn't doing this for the money alone anymore.