His butt and upper thighs were as mottled as the rest of him, meaning there was much kissing to be done. She finished by taking a gentle nip of his left ass cheek, and enjoyed the sound he made at the back of his throat.

“Turn,” she said again, and again he complied, faster this time.

She let out a soft chuckle, then resumed her kisses of his upper thighs and hips. “Tell me,” she said in a husky voice, “where else does it hurt?”

His eyes narrowed to sexy slits. “Sweetheart, I think you know exactly where I ache the most right now.”

“Poor baby,” she said, then stroked the underside of his cock with her tongue, from base to tip.

He let out a low groan—more of a growl, really—and said, “More.”

She rolled her tongue around his thick head, tasting precum, breathing in the scent of him. She loved this, the teasing and the sensory overload of scent, taste, the velvety feel of his cock on her tongue, the sight of his beautiful erection, and the sound of his pleasure.

She took him fully into her mouth, the better to taste and feel him. He added to her pleasure with more sound—a low groan as she took him deep into the back of her throat and sucked.

She’d gone down on him during their first night together, and it had been pleasurable for them both in a purely physical way. This was better. Intense in a way she hadn’t expected. Infused with all the emotion that had brought them here.

She released him from her mouth, then nudged him toward the bed. “You’re going to want to sit down for this.”

With a laugh, he dropped onto the mattress and spread his legs. She slipped between his thighs and reached for his cock.

“Lose the shirt,” he ordered.

Since he’d been so good at following her commands, she did the same and pulled her top over her head, revealing a simple beige satin bra that overflowed with cleavage. She’d been surprised to realize when she donned it this morning that her breasts were slightly fuller and the tenderness she’d been feeling for the last few weeks was subsiding.

The look on Xavier’s face as he took in her overflowing bra while his cock jutted out above her cleavage was belly-flippingly smoldery.

He groaned again when she wrapped her hands around the base and took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip. She bobbed down, taking him deep, then came up again, sucking both ways while her hand kept pace with her mouth along his shaft. She found her rhythm and closed her eyes, the feel of him in her mouth, his cock growing thicker as she stroked him, was all the pleasure she needed.