Nicole Edwards - Perception

She made her way to his nipples, using her tongue and teeth to twist and pull the titanium bars that ran through his nipples. God, that was so fucking sexy. She’d never been with a man who had his nipples pierced, but fuck it was hot. And she learned that the more she tugged, the more he moaned his pleasure.

“Does that hurt?” she asked curiously, not stopping in her pursuit to torment him the way he’d done to her all day long.

“Just a little,” he said on a groan. “In a very good way.”

So, it was true, Xander enjoyed that small bite of pain – just like she’d learned that she did.

“God, yes,” he groaned, palming the back of her head and holding her to him as she teased his nipple relentlessly.

He only released her enough so that she could move to the other side, savoring the feel of his smooth skin against her lips, the cool metal against her tongue as she continued to nip and pull – harder this time – until he was bucking up against her.

Fearing he was going to rush this before she was ready, although she wouldn’t have complained if he’d driven his cock inside of her right then, Mercedes made a wet path with her mouth down the center of his abs, lingering long enough to outline each gentle ripple of muscle with her tongue. Moving lower, she trailed the sexy muscles that formed a “V”, moving back up slowly, first one side, back down. Then the other.

She briefly stopped on the tattoo on his left side. There, perfectly aligned just beneath the line of his “V”, was the word “Trust” in plain black bold letters. Seeing it made her heart pound wildly.

Mercedes knew all about the tattoo. She knew the meaning because she’d heard people talk about it at Kink. It was Xander’s motto: Without trust, what was there? According to him, when he finally trusted someone implicitly, and they trusted him in return, he would know that was the woman he’d spend the rest of his life with.

At least that’s what she heard.

Looking up at him, Mercedes saw that he was watching her intently. Her breath lodged in her throat as she realized just what they were doing here. Was this the trust he was looking for?

She tried not to read too much into it, choosing to pretend she wasn’t thinking about the fact that they were about to take this to the next level.

With his head propped on a pillow, his hands now casually behind his head as though he’d be able to resist what she was about to do to him.

She smiled.

He smiled back.

Without asking, she leaned down and sucked him into her mouth. It took some work, but she managed to take him almost all the way to the root, the thick shaft filling her mouth completely until her gag reflex kicked in. Only then did she pull back, laving the silky smooth length of him with her tongue.

“Fucking shit,” Xander groaned, his hips thrusting up, the impact of his large body jarring her, but she didn’t release him. “Mercedes, baby, I… Oh, fuck yes.”

Not wanting him to stop her, she began sucking him, taking him deep while she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, squeezing firmly, unwilling to let him come. Not that she expected him to. This was Xander. He had more self-control than anyone she knew.

“Mmmm,” he groaned as his hand once again resumed its position in her hair. He didn’t use force, just a gentle pressure as she sucked and stroked, doing her best to go slow, but loving the intensifying sounds of his pleasure.

“Come here,” he groaned loudly and the next thing she knew, Mercedes was turned around, straddling his head.

Without questioning him, she continued to focus on sucking him, fearful that he would distract her to the point she wouldn’t be able to pleasure him the way she wanted.

It didn’t take but a second for that to happen, and Mercedes found herself grinding against his mouth, desperately riding his face as he tormented her clit with his wickedly talented tongue.

“Oh,” she said, wrapping her lips around his cock to keep from crying out. She did her absolute best to focus on him, to ignore the absurdly amazing feeling of his lips on her, his tongue thrusting into her.

As much as she wanted to maintain control of the situation, it was only a matter of seconds before she lost.

A violent, amazing, wonderful orgasm ripped through her, shattering her into a million tiny fragments as her body locked up, and she totally forgot what she’d been doing.

He would admit it had been a power play. One designed to keep him from coming deep in her throat because the way Mercedes was mastering his cock with her mouth had been unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

Rather than give in too soon, he’d redirected his attention to eating her pussy until she came.

And now she was resting against him, allowing him a moment to catch his breath and pull himself together. But he didn’t wait long.

Carefully, he rolled her off of him and then repositioned them both until he was kneeling between her thighs, his elbows resting beside her head, his cock tucked against the warm wet heat of her pussy. He fought the urge to sink into her.

Barely.

“Hi,” she whispered long seconds later.

“Hey,” he said with an answering smile, but the smile gently faded and another emotion bubbled up inside of him. “I need to be inside of you,” he told her.

It was more of a warning. Or rather, a request of sorts. He didn’t intend to use a condom, and although they’d had the conversation earlier that day, he wanted to make sure she was still on board with the idea.

He’d had an emotional moment when he’d noticed Mercedes studying the tattoo on his side. He’d had the word “Trust” etched into his skin years ago, a daily reminder of what he was searching for. When he’d witnessed her looking at it, then up at him, he knew that she understood.

She was the woman. She was the one he trusted. The woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He had known it for years and years, even if she hadn’t realized it. But he hadn’t said anything to her minutes ago because he feared he would freak her out. That and he had hardly been able to swallow past the lump that had formed in his throat.

Mercedes reached her hand between them, gripping his cock in her hand and he groaned. “I need you, too,” she whispered back, the raspy inflection of her voice making his blood boil.

“Just like this,” he said, making sure she understood.

She didn’t hesitate, just shifted so that he was aligned with her slick entrance.

“Yes,” she said, leaning up and pressing her lips to his, “Just like this.”

Oh, damn.

Xander’s muscles tensed as soon as the head of his cock breached the scalding entrance to her pussy. He had a long way to go and for the first time in a very, very long time, he had to pray he wasn’t about to do what every man feared – come prematurely.

But she felt so… fucking perfect. That was the only way to explain it. Mercedes was perfect. Every inch of her skin was molded to him, her leg was now wrapped around his hip, her ankle pressing into his ass as she encouraged him to go deeper.

“I’m taking my time,” he warned her.

“Don’t bother,” she urged with a grin. “I’ll be right there with you. And then, after we’ve slept for a few hours, I’ll wake you while I ride you.”

Lord have mercy.

Xander’s hips took on a life of their own, and he thrust forward, his cock tunneling deeper as Mercedes cried out beneath him.

He immediately stilled.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Please don’t stop.”

Her ankle pressed harder against his ass and Xander couldn’t resist sliding even deeper. Wanting to find the position that would send her over as fast as he feared he would be going, he pushed himself up onto his knees and gripped her ankles, holding her legs straight up. With her hips elevated off of the bed slightly, the back of her knees against his ribs and her ankles near his head, he began shallowly thrusting into her, never retreating fully until he was rocking faster, the sweet grip of her cunt on his cock making his head spin.

“Harder,” Mercedes pleaded, her hands clasping onto his thighs as she tried to pull herself toward him. “Deeper.”

Unable to speak because he was overwhelmed by more than just physical sensation, Xander kept his eyes locked with hers as he began to increase his pace. It wasn’t until he had her practically bent in half, her legs now over her shoulders and was pounding hard and deep into her that she began chanting his name over and over. Just the sound of her voice and his name on her lips had him nearing closer to the release he was beginning to crave like a drug.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled. “Your pussy’s so damn tight. So fucking perfect.” He continued to ramble, not quite sure what he was saying, but as that telltale tingle started in the base of his spine, he couldn’t stop himself.

“Xander! Oh, yes! Xander, I’m coming!”

And that’s all it took for him to lose it. Coming hard and fast, the only thing that kept him upright was the fear of crushing her. He wasn’t sure how many minutes passed before he had control over his body once again, but by then, he knew it was too late.

What had just happened between them, what could be easily classified as an earth moving experience, had likely just sealed his fate.

Pulling out of Mercedes, he immediately missed the silky warmth of her body surrounding him. But he managed to force himself to his feet and over to the bathroom. He took care of business and then returned with a warm washcloth. Attempting not to wake her, Xander cleaned between her legs before making the trek once more to toss the cloth into the hamper.