Black Stilettos

♡. Chapter Seven

They both smiled at each other as his breath quickened. “Oh f**k!” He cursed unexpectedly, as her hands travelled south to his backside, where she gripped him low on his hips.

Her other arm wrapped around his shoulder to bring him closer while she placed her lips to his ear, whispering deliciously to him.

He held her tightly and began his ascent. “Oh God, oh God, I’m almost there.” He groaned, his sweaty head on her shoulder.

Shaira’s second peak was imminent, her fingernails ran up his back and through his hair, “Oh f**k, f**k Zavier! Yes! Right there!” Her voice squeaked and she wailed as she felt a flood inside her body.

Her fluttering walls grasp onto Zavier’s c**k and he was cursing his way through his o****m. “Holy f**k, you're amazing, you're so beautiful...” He muttered strings of praises quickly between breaths as he spilled inside of her while her p***y still fluttered.

Shaira could feel it deep in her bones that he really meant everything he said to her.

He stayed inside her moments longer, the twitching of his c**k sending chills through her body from the oversensitivity.

He eventually pulled away, his hands around her lower back, leaning in to kiss her, gently but romantically.

Shaira’s lashes fluttered at this, her heart doing a little skipping motion.

Zavier was about to say something, it was clear from how his grey eyes stared adoringly down at her but realisation hit him then.

"s**t! I forgot to use protection." He muttered, panic in his eyes.

Shaira smiled internally at the fact that someone like Zavier was so taken by her he forgot something so important.

Because, given who he was, there were definitely a lot of women coming into his life for the sole sake of trying to tie him down with a child.

She slipped out quietly from under him, crawling to the edge of the bed while Zavier stared at her with his heart in his eyes.

His heart dropped painfully to his stomach when he thought that Shaira was leaving.

Instead she just bent over to undo the straps of her shoes, smiling at him over her shoulder.

"I'm glad you did." She murmured to him when she crawled back into his arms.

A grin replaced the previously painfully confused expression on Zavier as he pulled her close, pulling up the sheets.

"You'll stay the night with me, won't you?" He offered even though his mind was screaming.

He never shared his bed with anyone but there was something far different about Shaira.

"Why? Do you want me to?" She asked coyly, her head was placed on his arm and she had a leg wrapped around him, her breasts pressing against his bare chest.

"If I say yes?" He prompted, enjoying their banter.

Shaira moved closer so that their noses were touching. "Of course."

Zavier cupped a hand on her nape to bring her even closer. "Then stay the night with me Shaira." He said in a low voice, smouldering grey eyes fixed on her plump lips.

Shaira felt her heart do that skipping motion again, she barely had time for boys while growing up, her head filled with thoughts of her future but no one had ever made her feel this way and she has had her own fair share of crushes.

A couple harmless boyfriends too but none of them had ever made her feel thus wanted with just a simple look.

"I'd love to." She whispered to him, her eyes slipping close with a sigh when he leaned forward to take her lips.

"We should clean up or we won't feel so happy when we wake up." Shaira suggested when they broke off from the kiss.

"I was just about to say the same." Zavier smirked, getting off the bed first.

He pulled Shaira playfully off the bed, throwing her over his shoulder which made her giggle with shock, her hair hanging low.

"We could start our tour from the bathroom, what do you say?" He continued to say even though he was already headed in that direction.

Shaira just rolled her eyes, hanging on for the ride. "It's not like you're giving me a choice."

"I'm glad we're on the same page." He agreed magnanimously.

The bathroom looked like a first class spa but they were in too much of a hurry to take a bath, she could tell that they would be spending quality time soon in the jacuzzi built into the middle of the bathroom.

The place was all black tile and smoky grey marble, fit for royalty.

Zavier gently placed Shaira on her feet inside the shower stall, switching on all of the shower heads.

The warm water hit Shaira’s skin refreshingly, her hair sticking to her skin as it gradually got wetter.

Unexpectedly, she got pushed against the glass wall of the shower by Zavier, their lips meeting under the spray of water.

From the exterior, the glass slowly fogged up, making it harder to see through so that only their outlines showed.

Zavier broke away reluctantly from kissing Shaira’s sweet lips, following the trail of water down her skin.

Shaira didn't think that they were going to get any cleaning done anytime soon and she had no complaints about that.

She threw her head back on the glass when Zavier licked off a water droplet from a dusky n****e, taking the perky bud inside his warm mouth.

Her hands held onto his wet hair to keep him where she wanted and also to stop her from falling because her knees had long gone weak.

When she could take no more, she pulled him back up to her lips to kiss him, water getting in their mouths.

Shaira could barely see but that wasn't necessary, she could feel Zavier all around and on her, and that was more than enough.

She gasped when he lifted her up slightly, throwing her long legs around his waist as they kissed deeply against the fogged up glass wall.

They would get to shower, eventually… But first...