His curvy genius, p.17
His Curvy Genius, page 17
Both men turned to smile at me. I looked between them and just laughed. “Are you two already conspiring?”
“Of course not,” they said together. We all laughed.
Xavier and I stayed with Eddie until he declared he was tired and going to bed. I made sure the kitchen was cleaned up and everything was put away, then we said good night to Eddie and headed out.
“Do I have to kiss you on your step-father’s driveway, or am I going to be able to continue this night with you?” Xavier asked when we reached our cars.
“I was thinking maybe you could come back to my place. It’s still early. Unless you have to get home.”
He shook his head slowly. “McJenna is having a sleepover at Bianca’s tonight.”
“Really?”
He nodded.
“Which means you’re in no rush to get home.”
“Not in the slightest.”
“Hmm. What are you going to do with yourself?”
He stepped forward, pressing my back to the side of my car. “I have a few ideas.”
He leaned down and kissed my neck. The cool evening air was no match for the heat he built inside me. I moaned and tipped my head back.
“I could do this for a little while.” He nipped at my collarbone. “And that.” His tongue slid up my neck, and he suckled on the soft spot behind my ear. “And that.”
“I like all those options,” I whispered.
“I have a few other ideas, too, but I should probably wait until we’re behind closed doors for those.”
“I like the way you think.”
He chuckled against my skin, sending goosebumps over my body.
“I do love you, you know.”
He nodded and pulled back. “I know. And I love you. I never thought I’d be able to say that to you again, but I can now. I’m going to make you a little crazy with how much I say it.”
I grinned. “I don’t think so.”
“Good. Because I love you.” He kissed my lips. “I love you.” He kissed my neck. “I love you.” He kissed my ear. “I can’t wait to make love to you.”
I nodded.
“I’ll follow you. I love you.”
I smiled as he backed up and moved toward his car. “I love you.”
18
XAVIER
The five-minute drive to Karissa’s apartment felt like it was three hours long. I just wanted her in my arms, but there were stop signs and people crossing the street and no parking spaces. I was about to crawl out of my skin.
We finally managed to get there and park, and we met in front of her building. I took her hand, and we hurried up the stairs. It was good to know she was as impatient as I was.
Karissa fumbled with her key in the lock. I barely resisted the urge to bring her into my arms while we were standing outside her door, then she finally got the key in and let us inside.
As soon as the door closed, she pushed me against it. Her hands slid under my shirt, lifting it up and away, her nails scratching my skin. I groaned and yanked my shirt off when she abandoned it around my chest so she could touch me.
I was not about to complain.
Her fingertips grazed my nipples, then slid down over my abs. I sucked it in, knowing I didn’t look the same as when we were in our early twenties. She leaned down and licked my sternum, the tip of her tongue the only thing in contact with my skin. She kept moving up, over my throat and chin until her lips closed over mine.
Damn, the woman knew how to drive me crazy.
I cupped her jaw and held her in place while I fucked her mouth with my tongue. My cock throbbed in my jeans, begging to be out and inside of her, but she was the one running the show. I was just a very willing participant.
She took a step back, drawing me with her since our mouths were still attached. She didn’t bother with lights as she moved us through her condo. She made a turn and a minute later, she stopped at the edge of a bed.
I wanted to see her, to watch her, to take in everything. “Lights.”
She broke away from me and turned on a lamp next to the bed.
I looked around the room, taking in all the pieces of her I saw. The colorful curtains, the oversized dresser with a few scattered pieces of jewelry on top, the simple desk in the corner with the poop pen holder from her mom. If Karissa was a room, this would be it, right down to the queen bed that was neatly made with a comforter that looked like sunlight itself had stained it.
“I’m nervous now,” she admitted. “I wasn’t a minute ago, but now I am.”
“We’re just two people who love each other,” I said. “Nothing has to happen if you’re not ready.”
“Trust me, I’m ready. But it’s been a while.”
“Seventeen years.”
She chuckled. “Yes, but I just meant in general.”
“How long?” I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and waited for her answer. I didn’t want to think about her with another man, but I knew she hadn’t been completely alone either.
“More than a year. And then my surgery.” She hid her gaze from me, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
I lifted her chin with a fingertip and waited until she was looking at me. “I wouldn’t care if you had nothing there. Knowing you’re safe and healthy and have the best chance for survival as possible is the most important thing.”
She nodded. “I agree, but I’m not all me. When you touch me there, you’ll be touching skin covered sacks of fluid.”
“But it’s your skin, Karissa. That’s what I’m touching. That’s what I want. Just you.”
She nodded again. When she reached for the edge of her shirt, I put my hand on hers.
“Let me.”
She took a breath and released the fabric.
I dropped to my knees in front of her and lifted the hem. A thin strip of brown skin was visible, just enough for me to see and taste. I ran my tongue over that bare skin, loving how she moaned softly in response.
I lifted more, exposing her skin inch by inch until I reached the bottom of her bra. A stretchy band wrapped around her, no wires. I found a clasp in the back and lifted her shirt the rest of the way off.
She sucked in a breath, just like I did when my shirt came off, but all I saw was the most beautiful woman in the world. I kissed her, holding her body tight against mine while I drove us both crazy with need.
Her hands slid up and down my back, nails scraping my skin with her impatience. I eased the clasp on her bra apart and stepped back to let it fall to the floor, then brought her body into contact with mine again.
“Karissa,” I moaned.
“Please,” she whimpered.
She didn’t have to ask me again. I knew her enough to know she was wet and ready and needed to move things along.
I dropped to my knees again and slid her shorts and panties down her thighs. She stepped out of them, spreading her thighs in the process. I took advantage of the movement and slid a hand up her the inside of her leg.
She froze, her hands on my shoulders. She stepped wider, just enough to tell me she wanted me to keep going.
I looked up at her, watching her face as my hand reached the apex of her thighs. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. I traced her lips, spreading her wetness around her silky skin.
“Xavier.”
I gently pushed a finger inside her, groaning when her body sucked it in deeper. I pumped in and out, slowly, getting a feel for how tight she was. I couldn’t wait to fill her up.
She spread her thighs wider. I withdrew my finger and dragged it up to her clit, circling the sensitive nub before plunging into her core again.
“Oh, God.”
“Lie down,” I told her, nudging her toward the bed as I fucked her slowly with my finger.
She took a step back and reached behind her, lowering herself onto the bed with her knees hanging over the edge. I pressed her thighs wide and hooked her feet over my shoulders so she was spread out for me.
Fucking hell, she was beautiful. Her skin glistened with her wetness, her clit plump and ready for me. Her core dripped every time I withdrew my finger.
I added a second finger to her, and she moaned long and loud. Her thighs tightened around my neck, but I pressed on them until she dropped them again. Then I leaned forward and got my first taste of her in far too long.
The flavor of her exploded on my tongue, bringing me back to when she belonged to me. I couldn’t hold myself back once I had my tongue on her and lashed at her clit with quick, pointed strokes intent on sending her up and over the edge as quickly as possible.
She moaned and thrashed on the bed, urging me on with her incoherent sounds. Her hips moved with my fingers, fucking me back as hard as I fucked her. My cock throbbed, dying to be in on the action, but I wasn’t done with her taste yet. Not even close.
“Oh, God, Xavier. Oh, God.”
She whimpered and thrust against me. Her hands grabbed the back of my head, then immediately pulled back. I took her hand with my one free one and put it back on my head. I wanted her to show me exactly what she needed.
She grabbed my head and pulled hard, shoving my face into my pussy. I licked and sucked and fucked her until her entire body went still and she let out a moan that turned quickly into a scream.
Her arms went lax, and I took a breath, drunk on her scent and taste and touch. I needed more of her, and my woman could give it to me. She always did.
I flicked the tip of her clit with my tongue until she jerked and moaned again. I thrust my fingers deep into her again, bringing her back to me so I could send her flying again.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Yes, indeed. I rasped my tongue over her clit until she panted and reached for my head again. Then I sucked her clit hard into my mouth and she went flying. Moans and cries and nails down my scalp told me she wasn’t done yet. She was still going, and she needed more.
I added a third finger to her core, and she relaxed her entire body.
“Fuck me,” she breathed.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said against her flesh. Everything was wet. Come poured from her, filling my hand as I fucked her hard and fast. She pumped her hips against my hand, taking what she needed. I sucked her clit, doing my best to keep up with her movements. Every time I got her in my mouth, she gasped and moved her hips faster.
“Please,” she begged, her voice strained.
I pressed my hand to her thigh and my face tight to her body and sucked hard on her clit. I moved with her, not letting her get away from me as she retreated to fuck my face and hand. I cupped her hip with my free hand and rode through her orgasm as she finally let go.
“Yes, oh, God, yes. Fuck! Xavier! Yes!”
Her body shook and thrashed and bucked until I had no choice but to move or risk hurting her. I wiped my face on the back of my hand and stroked inside her gently until she looked down at me and smiled.
“Damn, that was amazing.”
I smiled. “Hell, yes.”
“Why are you still down there?”
“It’s an amazing view.”
She grinned. “A better one would be you inside me.”
I slid my fingers from her body, watching as she let me go. Her body trembled.
I stood and stripped the rest of my clothes. I moved close to her and positioned myself between her thighs, then stopped. “I almost forgot a condom.”
When we were in college, we never used them. She was on the pill, and we got tested after a few months. After that, we were only together.
“Xavier,” she said softly.
I stopped and looked back at her. She nibbled her lower lip and shrugged.
“You have to say it, Karissa.”
“You don’t have to wear a condom. I’m still on the pill. I’m clean.”
I closed my eyes and grabbed my cock, stroking it once, then a second time. “I want nothing more than to sink into you without anything between us, but I know it’s been a long time.”
“I want you. I just want you.”
“I’m clean. I promise you. I haven’t been with anyone in almost four years. At all. I’ve been tested. And I always wore condoms, except with Denise after she was pregnant.”
“I trust you,” she said.
Those three words were more than anything else. I closed my eyes and let those words sink into me. I moved back over to her, pressing her thighs wide and fitting myself between them.
“I trust you,” she said again. “I love you.”
“I love you,” I told her. “Just you, Karissa. Always you. Love you. Trust you. Need you.”
She repeated the words to me, hooking her legs around my hips.
I lined up at her entrance and held my cock still. I looked up at her, my gaze locked on hers while I plunged deep into the love of my life.
“Oh, God,” she breathed.
“Yes.” I looked down, watching as my cock reappeared between her legs. In again, vanishing into her perfect pussy. She stretched and let me in, her body wrapping tight around mine.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“Let go for me,” I told her.
She nodded and slid her hand down her body. Her fingers spread over her clit, then dipped lower to feel where I entered her.
“Fuck,” I grunted when her fingertips touched me.
I spread her thighs wider and watched us fuck. It was raw and beautiful and everything I’d been missing in my life. It was Karissa. It was us. I was never going to lose her again.
Her fingers slid back up her body to her clit, and she pinched it between two of them. She groaned and pressed one finger to the swollen nub. Her channel tightened around me, and I nearly blew right then.
“Xavier,” she whispered.
I looked up at her, loving the look of pure bliss on her face as she made herself come. Her lips twisted and her mouth parted in an O before she released, her core clamping down on me as her fingers flew over her clit and she came with a scream that spurred me to the edge.
I held her ankles and let go, fucking my woman until my throat tightened and my entire body locked up. I stared at her entrance, slamming hard into her and groaning when her fingertips touched my cock again and I came hard, grunting and moaning and wondering how in the hell I ever walked away from her.
Never again. She was mine, and I was hers, and nothing would ever change that again.
My thighs ached from standing while I came that hard, but I wasn’t ready to leave her body just yet. I stood there for a long moment, watching her as she came down from her high. Her eyes blinked open and peered up at me with a sleepy, sex-drunk smile that made her look seventeen years younger.
“God, I’ve missed that.”
I chuckled. “Is that the only reason you agreed to a date? You’re using me for sex?”
“Um, no?” Karissa said with a grin.
“Not fair,” I protested. “I have so much more to offer than just good sex.”
“It’s not good sex,” she teased. “It’s fucking amazing sex.”
My cock twitched inside her, and she moaned.
“Oh, yeah. See? That’s what I’m saying.”
I laughed with her. I’d never laughed during, or after, sex with anyone else. Karissa was the only one who ever made me feel like I could be myself in every moment we were together.
“I need to pee. You have to let me up,” she said, pushing at my chest.
“I don’t want to let you go.”
She looked up at me. “Never.”
I leaned down and kissed her hard, spearing my tongue into her mouth. I needed her to know what it meant to be with her again.
She smiled against my lips when I gentled the kiss. She stood and waddled to the bathroom, leaving the door open. It was like seventeen years hadn’t passed and we were soon-to-be college graduates planning a life together all over again.
When she flushed and turned on the water to wash her hands, I went into the bathroom to clean myself up. She leaned against the counter and watched me, a smile on her face.
“What?”
She shook her head. “I just never thought we’d be together again.”
I nodded and pulled her into my arms. “Neither did I. I never thought you’d forgive me. I still don’t forgive myself.”
She pushed away from me. “No. You can’t say that. The choices you made back then were the right ones for you at the time. It hurt, a lot, but we can’t start this with regrets. You have to forgive yourself.”
“We missed a lot of time.”
“And we’re going to miss more if you let old decisions ruin what we could have. I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’ve never let another man into my body without protection. That’s a big one for me. You’re it for me, Xavier. Forever. You always were, and I know that’s why I never settled down with anyone else. I was waiting for you and hoping we’d find a way to be together. But you can’t look back. We have to look ahead to our future.”
I drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was right. She was always right.
“Okay.”
“Good,” she said. “Now, I think we need something to eat. I’m running out of fuel, and we have a full night ahead of us. I plan to use you for more sex before the sun comes up.”
“I love the way you think,” I told her.
I washed my hands and chased her out of the bathroom into the kitchen. I loved that she didn’t bother to put on any clothes, just wandered around completely naked. Open and ready for me. Heart, body, and soul. I was a lucky man.
19
KARISSA
“Why do you look like you’re floating?” Blake asked when I walked into book club.
“Probably because Xavier didn’t come home last night,” Finley provided for the group.
“What?” they all gasped.
“It’s no big deal,” I said, even as my cheeks warmed and my entire body flooded with joy. God, it was so dumb, but I couldn’t stop smiling.
“You two are officially back together?” Melody asked.
I nodded. “We are.”
“Is this like a permanent thing, or is it casual?” Sofia asked.
“Not casual. I can’t say it’s permanent, but I hope it is,” I told them.
