Chapter 77: Erotc Sex IV

The view was devastating. The curve of her back, the dip at the base of her spine, the swell of her ass presented without any possibility of concealment. Between her thighs, visible in the amber light, her lips were slick and parted, still glistening from their last joining.

"You’re staring," she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice.

"Yes." His libido was something he couldn’t resist.

"Good."

She lowered her upper body, elbows folding beneath her, until her cheek rested against the sheet. The position arched her back deeper, tilting her hips upward, and the small of her back formed a hollow that seemed designed for his hands.

Xavier’s palms settled there. The heat of her skin seared through his fingertips.

"Touch me," she said. "But don’t enter me yet."

His hands moved on their own. Down the curve of her waist. Across the flare of her hips. Up the backs of her thighs, where the muscles were taut and trembling. She made a small sound when his thumbs pressed into the soft flesh of her ass, spreading her slightly, and the sight of her there. Bound, open, waiting — sent a fresh pulse of blood to his cock.

He was hard again.

He hadn’t noticed it happening, but there it was, rising against his stomach, the head already slick with pre-cum.

Destiny glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes dropped to his erection and then met his gaze.

"Come here."

He positioned himself at her entrance. The head of his cock pressed against her, not entering, just resting there, and the heat radiating from her body made his thighs tremble. She pushed back against him slightly, a silent invitation, and he gripped her hips and slid inside.

The sound she made was not a word.

It was a breath, a release, a surrender. All the things he’d been feeling since he walked through the door, but voiced in a single exhalation. Her inner walls gripped him immediately, hot and slick and pulsing with a rhythm that seemed to match his heartbeat.

He held still, letting her adjust.

"Move," she said. "Don’t make me ask twice."

He withdrew until only the tip remained inside her. Then he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt, and the angle was different from every position before. Deeper, somehow, reaching a place inside her that made her gasp and her fingers curl against the restraints.

"Like that," she breathed. "Do it like that."

He did.

The rhythm he found was steady, each thrust a full withdrawal and return, his hips slapping against her ass with a sound that filled the room. Her body accepted him completely, yielded to him, took him deeper with every stroke. The spreader bar kept her legs wide, kept her open, kept her from closing herself off in any way.

He watched himself slide into her.

The visual was hypnotic. The way her flesh parted for him. The glisten of moisture that coated his shaft with each withdrawal. The way her ass bounced against his pelvis, the flesh rippling with every impact. He reached forward and gripped the chain of her restraints, pulling himself closer to her, and the shift in angle made her cry out.

"Fuck... Xavier..."

His name. Not Daddy. His real name, spoken in a voice that had lost all its theatrical control. He pulled her tighter against him, thrusting harder, and the chain rattled as she gripped it, bracing herself.

"You feel.." he started, and then stopped, because he didn’t have the words.

"I know." Her voice was muffled against the sheet. "I know."

He lowered himself over her back, chest pressing against her spine, mouth finding the curve of her shoulder. He kissed her there, tasting salt and skin, and she turned her head as far as the restraints allowed, trying to see him.

"Closer," she whispered. "I want you closer."

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him, and the new angle made her gasp. His thrusts shortened, became shallower, grinding against her with every motion, and she reached back with one bound hand, fingers finding his hip, his thigh, anything she could touch.

"Don’t stop," she said. "Please don’t stop."

Her voice cracked on the last word.

Xavier pressed his forehead to the back of her neck and kept moving. The pressure in his groin was building again, that familiar swelling, but he pushed it down, wanting to stay in this moment. In the heat of her, the grip of her, the sounds she made when he hit the right angle.

"Destiny." His voice was hoarse. "I’m..."

"Not yet." Her hand found his, interlacing their fingers against her stomach. "Wait for me. Wait for me, Xavier."

He nodded against her skin.

She began to move with him, pushing back against his thrusts, meeting him halfway. The chains groaned. The spreader bar clunked against the headboard. Her breathing turned ragged, fractured, each exhale a syllable of something that might have been his name or might have been nothing at all.

"Now," she said, the word punched out. "Now, now, now..."

He let go.

The orgasm ripped through him, and he felt her climax simultaneously. Her inner walls clamping down in waves, milking him, pulling him deeper even as he tried to withdraw. His arm tightened around her waist. His teeth grazed her shoulder. He kept thrusting through the pulses, through the aftershocks, until every last drop of him was inside her and his legs could no longer support his weight.

He collapsed against her back.

They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing in sync, his forehead pressed to her spine, her fingers still intertwined with his. The chains had gone still. The room had gone quiet.

Destiny’s laugh was soft, barely audible.

"Okay," she said. "That was.."

"Don’t say it."

"I was going to say good."

He laughed against her skin. "Sure you were."

She squeezed his hand and then released it, and he reluctantly withdrew, the loss of contact a physical ache. He collapsed onto the mattress beside her, limbs heavy, and watched as she reached up and unclipped her wrists from the headboard.

She didn’t remove the spreader bar. Just lay on her side, facing him, her ankles still bound apart, a lazy smile curving her lips.

She didn’t remove the spreader bar. Just lay on her side, facing him, her ankles still bound apart, a lazy smile curving her lips.

For a few seconds, neither of them said anything.

Then she reached over and brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead.

"Hope you had a good time?" she murmured.

No response. Xavier was already in the dream world.

He caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm.

"Absolutely."

Her smile widened.

She shifted closer until her head rested against his chest, and wrapped his arm around her. The intensity of the night slowly gave way to something quieter. The warmth of shared exhaustion, the soft rhythm of their breathing, and the comfortable silence that settled between them.