Page 36 of Made For You
She wraps her arms around my neck. “I think we should at least try.” I don’t even wait for her to say another word before my hands move from her hips to the back of her neck. My hand buries in her hair as my mouth crashes down on hers. Her mouth opens, and my tongue slides in with hers, my cock going rock hard in less than two seconds. Our tongues move around and around in a circle. At first, the kiss is soft, but after a couple of seconds, the neediness is apparent. Our tongues get rougher, our heads moving side to side. I wrap an arm around her waist, picking her up, her long legs wrapping around my waist as I carry us to the couch. I sit down with her on top of me, straddling. The minute she feels my cock, her hips move up and down. I’m the one who breaks the kiss because I can’t help but moan. I take a second to calm down, but the little daredevil moves from my lips to my neck, sucking in. My hands on her hips now have a mind of their own, and I slowly move them up to her tits. My thumb feels the skin on her underboob from that circle in her top.
“Xavier,” she whispers out my name, throwing her head back as her hips grind onto my cock. Her hair swings left and right against my legs, and I swear my cock feels like it’s suffocating.
“Yes,” I reply, my thumb playing with her hard nipples through her bikini. Her head comes forward, her forehead on mine. Her hips move a touch faster. Her eyes find mine as she opens her mouth to say something, but instead, I slide my tongue into her mouth. My fingers pinch her nipples as her hips move up and down on my covered cock. The heat from her pussy comes through her shorts and my shorts and boxers.
“I want.” She lets go of my lips, sitting up straight on my cock. I can’t help myself; I pull down her bikini top, and the nipple is right there calling me. My mouth sucks in her nipple as her hips press harder on my cock. I twirl my tongue around her nipple and then bite down just as she comes. “Oh my God,” she moans, her hips moving up and down as she rides out the orgasm. Her head falls down onto my neck. “Holy shit.” She hides her face. “Can a person die from embarrassment?” she mumbles, and I can’t help but laugh at her. “It’s not funny. I just had an orgasm from dry-humping your dick.” I wrap my arms around her waist.
“I don’t know about you.” I kiss her shoulder. “But if that is how we are going to seal the deal, I’m all for it.” I feel her chest laughing against mine.
“I’m going to need you to tell me Beatrice isn’t watching us,” she says, her head still in my neck.
I look around, not seeing Beatrice anywhere. “I think the coast is clear.” She sits up, and I see her eyes are green as emeralds, her cheeks pink. She looks down, not showing me her eyes. “Hey.” I put my finger under her chin and lift her face to look at me. “Why so shy all of a sudden?”
She groans, making me laugh. “I was a two-bit hussy. I mean, I’ve never gotten to the point in my whole life when I dry-humped a guy.” She puts her hands in front of her face.
“You aren’t a two-bit hussy,” I reassure her, and she looks at me.
“Do you know what a two-bit hussy is?” she asks me, laughing.
“Not even for a second,” I admit to her. “But I’m sure that you aren’t one. Now, since we sealed the deal, how about we eat?” Her face goes white. “I mean, the sandwiches I made.” I can’t help but laugh when her eyes go big. “I mean, I could always eat that, but…”
“I’m going to need you to stop talking right about now.” She gets up. “I’m going to go clean up.” I roll my lips to stop laughing as she puts her boob back into the top. “I’ll be back.”
I watch her ass go as she walks down the stairs before turning back. “Which bathroom do I use?” she asks.
“Mine.” I want her to share my space with me. I wait for the sound of the door closing before I put my head back on the couch. “Jesus fuck, that was...” I look down at my cock, which is still rock hard. “You are going to have to settle down.” I get up and adjust myself at the same time Beatrice comes up and looks at me. “Oh, please, don’t you start. Did you see how hot that girl is?” I ask her. “She’s like a fifty out of ten.”
She just yawns, ignoring me as she walks out to the back deck and smells the air. I walk over to the kitchen, finishing the sandwiches and plating them. I grab a bag of chips before walking to the back deck and placing the plates on the table with the chips. Going back, I grab two water bottles deciding also grab some cans of soda. I’m on my way back to the table when she walks up the stairs, and I stop. She took off her shorts, her black bikini bottom showing me everything. “Are you trying to kill my dick?” I say the words, making her laugh.
“No.” She looks down at my dick and then back up at me. “But the shorts were a bit wet.” I close my eyes and groan when she says that. “Let me take this.” She grabs the plate from my hands. “You can carry the cold water.”
“I need to pour it on my dick,” I mumble as I watch her walk away, which makes it worse since her ass is almost on full display.
She places the plate on the table as Beatrice walks to her and then strolls out to the carpet, jumping into the water. Vivienne laughs as she puts her knee on the bench, looking over, her ass on display now. “Is the water cold?” She looks over her shoulder and catches me watching her.
“I might have to jump in,” I mumble, walking to her as she turns around and sits down, tucking her legs under her. “I brought your fruit,” I tell her, and she smiles at me, her hair blowing in the wind. The smile on her lips is everything. It fills her whole face.
I sit down in front of her as she leans over and grabs a piece of sandwich, taking a bite. “Are we still playing twenty-one questions?”
I smirk at her as I grab a piece of sandwich. “Sure,” I agree, taking a bite. “It’s your turn.”
She shakes her head as Beatrice comes back onto the boat and lies down in the sun. “I asked the last question. I asked you what you did for a living.”
“That’s not fair,” she huffs as she opens the bag of chips.
“Fine,” I say, taking another bite. “Have you ever slept overnight anchored?” she asks me, and I smile at her.
“Look at you growing and asking me questions.”
“Not going to lie.” She takes a bottle of water, twisting open the top. “I literally got heart palpitations when I knew I was going to ask that.” All I can do is chuckle at her.
“Well, to answer your question. I have slept overnight.” I look at her. “Would you want to do that?”
Her eyes go big. “Would you be able to?” she asks, and I just nod.
“I don’t really have any warm clothes,” she shares. I smirk, and she rolls her eyes.
“I can lend you some of mine,” I tell her, and she claps her hands.