Xavier kisses me back. There’s no hesitation. No second thoughts. Just pure, raw desire. He wraps his arms around my waist, his hands resting on my butt, and pulls me in closer to him.
His arms feel strong and secure wrapped around my slender waist. He holds me tight enough so I’m pressed against his body that I have often pictured naked and bared to me. But not so tight that I feel restricted. It feels natural to be in his arms as if this were something we should have been doing all along. Od course, in the back of my mind I know we shouldn’t, and we need to be careful, but as my lips part for him I can’t think of anything else but his taste and the touch of his body pressed against mine. I can feel my desire soaking through the fine material of my underwear.
Still kissing me, holding me in his embrace, Xavier nudges me backwards. I can’t see where we’re going, but placing his hands on my hips to steer me, he guides me into an alcove tucked across the other side of the room. Away from the glass doors. Away from prying eyes.
Pushing me up against the wall, he pulls his lips away from mine and begins kissing my neck. I bite back a moan, entoxicated by his all consuming touch. His hands wonder from my hips, sliding down between my legs and up beneath the hem of my dress. They feel strong and firm, yet surprisingly soft. Xavier Holmes doesn’t do manual labour, he pays people to do that for him, and as his hands caress the inside of my thighs it’s clear they were reserved for pleasing. To play. For pleasure. I part my legs for him. Encouraging, begging him to go further.
Through my lace thong, I can feel his fingers brush gently against my labia. His touch feels like eletric. A seismic charge of desire and arousal surging through my body. I gasp, gripping him tighter, as he continues kissing my neck. He pulls my underwear to one side and begins rubbing his fingers along my slit. I’m so wet for him that they practically glide.
“Xavier,” I whimper, biting my lip.
“Are you on any sort of birth control?” He murmurs into my ear as he lifts me up off my feet. Instinctively I wrap my legs around his waist and grip onto him tighter. His breath is warm and sweet, and it sends shivers down my spine.
“Yeah,” I nod.
Are we really going to do this? Surely we can’t. But then I hear the sound of his zip coming undone, and I feel his body shifting against mine as he pulls down his trousers… A man of action, who’ll take what he wants. And he wants me, just as bad as i want him. He kisses me again on the lips, passionately, forcing my head back against the wall. I kiss him back as I feel him slide a finger into my pussy. Slowly he works in and out – a taste, a promise of what is to come.
“Xavier I want you to fuck me,” I moan between kisses. This isn’t how I saw the night going, but it’s happening now and I’m ready to go all the way. To take what I want.
Pinning me against the wall, Xavier removes his fingers as he places both his hands back onto either side of my hips to position me. I whimper when I feel his head throbbing and pushing against my cunt. It feels wet and slick as I rub myself against it.
“Ready?” He whispers.
I nod in response as he slowly pushes his way inside. Stretching and filling me with his cock. I wince as I feel a little tender, but it also feels so good that i don’t ever want it to end. I let out a cry of pleasure and surprise as he slams his entire weight into me, so that he fills me fully and completely.
“Sshhh,” he hisses. “Quiet.”
I pout my lips. He’s right. Even in this alcove we’re too public, too exposed, anyone could walk in on us. But it’s hard to keep quiet when he’s making me feel so good. So electrified.
“Fuck, you look so sexy when you pout like that,” he says, squeezing my hip bone.
I can’t help but smile at that. He smiles back before kissing me again. I kiss him back. Partly out of passion, partly to muffle my moans as he begins thrusting inside me.
Although I haven’t had a look, his cock feels so big and strong and powerful working masterfully inside me that it makes my whole body tremble. His hands slide around my butt, roughly squeezing my soft cheeks. My fingers grip tightly at his expensive suit that was never designed to be pulled at so roughly, as I writhe against his body.
My breath begins to quicken as he kisses my cheek and down along my neck. Across the top of my breasts spilling out from the top of my low cut dress. I close my eyes, savouring the sensation of his lips pressed against me, his teeth scraping against my skin, his cock pumping inside me. The anticipation thrumming in the air. The static between us…
I open my eyes again and gasp. We’re no longer alone as one of the waiters are now standing in the doorway that leads into the hallway. He’s very still, mouth agape, and an empty tray in his hand. His brown eyes are wide and locked onto mine, as if slowly comprehending what’s he seeing. There’s something almost familiar about him…
My grip tightens around Xavier, who has his back turned to him and completely unaware, as if he can somehow protect my modesty. I know I should warn him that we are being watched, but I can’t speak, my words coming out in breathless pants. Misreading my signals, Xavier picks up the pace, thrusting inside me even harder and faster.
“Aurora,” he grunts into my chest. The sound of his voice seems to bring the waiter into action as he hurriedly backs away out of the room.
“Xavier,” I moan out load having found my voice. “Fuck me harder.”
The waiter is gone, we’re alone now, so I don’t see any point in telling Xavier. Spurred on by my words, he slams his whole weight into me, over and over again. I moan out loud with every thrust, but he doesn’t try to hush me. He’s so close now.
I lean back and close me eyes as I feel him burst inside me. A white, hot explosion of cum filling up inside me. Just as I had often fantasised about when sat at my desk filing paperwork. But then, why when I close my eyes, am I picturing the waiter watching me with his wide eyed expression. I let out a moan, collapsing into Xavier strong, broad chest.
He kisses me on the forehead, now beaded in sweat, before pulling out l and lowering me back down so my feet touch the floor. I feel his seed trickling down the inside of my thigh.
“I’ll see you outside in five,” Xavier says squeezing my hand. Before I can respond, he turns and hurries away outside towards the sound of laughter and excited voices.
Of course he’s right, we don’t want to raise suspicion. I certainly don’t want my parents finding out what I’ve been up to, with my father’s boss of all people. But I do suddenly feel abandoned and alone standing by myself in the marbled room, adorned with art that countless people have told me is priceless, and littered with empty champagne bottles. Outside I hear cheers. Undoubtedly for Xavier Holmes.
I manage to find a clean napkin and tidy myself up a little before heading outside. The firework display has already started and no-one seems to notice me slip into the crowd.
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