Chapter 162 Prominent Sex III R18+

Xavier’s explanation hung in the air, unfinished. Amira watched him, her cheek resting on his chest now, tracing idle patterns through the hair just below his collarbone.

“I had things to figure out,” he said.

Her finger stopped moving. “Figure out what?”

“Whether this…” He gestured vaguely between them, the movement clumsy in the aftermath. “Whether I was going to mess it up.” He obviously couldn’t tell her about his time with Selena.

Amira lifted her head. Looked at him. Something shifted in her expression. Not anger. Something more dangerous.

“You nearly did,” she said, voice soft.

“I know.”

Her palm slid down his stomach. Lower. Her fingers brushed the base of his cock, still softening, and wrapped around him. She stroked once. Twice. Watched him harden in her grip.

“Then show me you’re sorry,” she said. “Don’t tell me.”

His breath caught as she tightened her hold.

—

This time, she didn’t climb on top.

She rolled off the bed, and Xavier watched her cross the room. Naked. Unhurried. His cum still drying on her thigh. She stopped at the foot of the bed, turned, and placed both hands on the mattress. Bent forward. Her spine formed a long, graceful arc, and her ass presented to him like an offering.

“Like this,” she said over her shoulder.

Her pussy was visible from where he lay — pink, swollen, wet. She reached back with one hand and spread herself open with two fingers. The sight of it made his mouth go dry.

“You want me to…”

“Xavier.” She didn’t raise her voice. Didn’t need to. “Get behind me.”

He was on his knees before he finished processing the command.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he moved into position. His hands found her hips — those warm, curved grips he’d memorized and he pulled her backward onto his thighs. She arched her back, pushing her ass higher, and the head of his cock pressed against her entrance before he’d even aimed it. The contact was her doing. She guided him where she wanted him.

“Like that,” she said. “Hold me open.”

His left hand slid down from her hip and found her cunt. Fingers parting her lips. She was slick, still full from their last round, and the sight of his cum mixing with hers made a low sound climb out of his throat.

He pushed in.

Slow. Relentless. The angle was deeper than before, maddeningly deep and Amira dropped her forehead to the mattress and let out a breath that became a moan. Xavier watched his cock disappear into her, watched her body accept him inch by inch, and when he bottomed out she made a sound like she’d been waiting for this all night.

“Don’t move yet.”

His hips locked. Thighs shaking. Every instinct told him to thrust, but he held still while she adjusted, while her inner walls pulsed around him in slow, rhythmic clenches.

Then she reached back and slapped his ass. Hard.

“I said you could hold me open, not stare at me.”

He pulled out to the tip and drove back in.

The first proper stroke drew a strangled cry from her. Xavier set a rhythm — deep, deliberate, each thrust pressing his pelvis against her ass with a wet slap that echoed in the quiet room. His fingers stayed where she’d placed them, spreading her open, and the sight of his cock sliding in and out through that gap made everything else go dim.

Her hand found the sheets and twisted.

“Faster.”

He obliged. The rhythm changed from deliberate to desperate, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. The bedframe resumed its protest. The sound of skin meeting skin climbed in volume and pitch. Amira’s moans turned fragmented, broken into syllables that didn’t form words.

“Touch my clit.”

His hand moved from her hip around her thigh, fingers finding the swollen button at the front of her. She gasped when he made contact — a sharp, surprised sound and then she started fucking back against him with equal force. Stroke for stroke. Matching his pace.

They found a brutal rhythm.

“Like this?” He pressed harder on her clit, circled it.

“Yes… don’t stop… don’t you fucking stop…”

The room spun. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her lower back. He watched it catch the light, watched her body take him, watched his hand working her between her legs, and somewhere in the chaos of sensation he felt her start to tighten.

“I’m going to cum again.”

He didn’t answer. Just kept driving into her, kept circling, kept his eyes fixed on the point where they joined. Her cunt gripped him like a fist. Her knees buckled, and she caught herself on her elbows, and the new angle pushed him even deeper.

Amira bit the sheet to muffle a scream.

Her orgasm hit in waves — visible contractions, audible in the wet sounds that now accompanied every thrust, her whole body locked and shuddering. Xavier watched it. Felt it. And didn’t stop.

The overstimulation made her cry out, a raw sound, but she pushed back against him anyway. Wanting more. Needing it.

“I’m close,” he said, voice ragged.

“Cum inside me.”

The words broke him. Amira on the bedroom was another wild version of her usual self.

Xavier buried himself to the hilt and came with a groan that seemed to come from somewhere primal in his core. His hands clamped her hips. His body pressed flush against her ass. He stayed there, emptied, pulsing, while she milked him through the aftershocks.

The silence that followed was absolute.

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her onto the sheets. Amira collapsed onto the bed, face-first, her arms splayed. Her breath came in long, shuddering pulls.

Xavier collapsed beside her. His hand found her waist. Her hand found his.

“This,” she said, voice muffled by the pillow, “was a very good apology.”

He laughed — surprised, broken, relieved.

“It’s a start.”

She turned her head, one eye visible above the pillow. “We’re going to talk about it later. For real.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

Her hand tightened on his. And the room settled into a quiet that felt, for the first time all night, like it might last.

They held each other’s gaze for one last moment.

Then fatigue finally took over.

Their eyes grew heavy.

And before either of them realized it, they had fallen asleep.