His mouth latched onto my inner thigh, teasing. Kissing. Biting. But never where I needed it.
I whimpered.
His fingers dipped into me but only barely. Then stopped. Then started again. Slow. Deliberate. My hips bucked.
"Stay still," he warned.
"I can’t. Please, please, I need”
My breath hitched.
He lowered his mouth to my ear. "You’re flushed."
"I ran up the stairs."
His lips brushed my jaw. "You’re wet."
His hands slid up my thighs, under my dress. I squirmed, but he held me still.
"Xavier, someone could come."
"Then keep your pretty little voice down."
He tugged my panties aside and pressed a kiss to my inner thigh.
Then he licked me.
My legs buckled.
"f**k—Xavier—please."
He didn’t stop. He didn’t speed up either. Just slow licks that had my head spinning.
I was close
