The Guilty Innocent by D N Simmons

his. Xavier smiled as he watched me unbuckle his jeans then pushed them down past his thighs. He assisted me by standing on the floor and sliding them off completely. He didn't wear underwear and his manhood jutted up, pointing directly at me, hard and ready. Xavier slowly climbed back onto the bed and push me lightly on the shoulders until I was laying on my back. He peered into my eyes, I could feel his passion as he pressed himself against me. The stirring sensation between my legs grew, it pulsed as I melted in the heat radiating from his body.
    “From the first moment I laid my eyes upon you, I have wanted to take you into my arms,” he whispered sensuously.
    I was at a loss for words, my breath caught in my throat. He slid lower and began to kiss the top of my foot, slowly working his way up my leg. His finger tips tickled the back of my knees, causing me to yelp and giggle, lie chuckled and continued lo lick my inner thighs, moving closer to my heated passion. I felt his tongue enter me, I gasped in amazement, my eyes widened. My hands gripped the sheets as I felt his tongue explore me. I had never had a man do this before. My last boyfriend never wanted to, but he always wanted that of me, needless to say, we were at a stalemate. Xavier had no hang-ups about pleasing me, I never knew men like he, Darian and Warren existed...well they existed in the supernatural world, but do they exist in the human one as well?
    I was seized by the incredible pleasure Xavier was causing. My muscles tightened and my breathing began to grow frantic. Xavier increased the gentle pressure of his tongue and the speed of his strokes. I arched on the bed as I began to feel my orgasm forming. Xavier's tongue worked faster to bring me harder as his strong hands held me firmly on the bed. My climax ripped through me and I cried out, my fingers gripped handfuls of Xavier's silky brown hair as I rode the tidal wave of pleasure. Xavier held on, never easing up, causing my body to jerk and spasm uncontrollably. The pleasure was almost too much for me to bear. He knew the perfect moment to pull away, looking up at me, he smiled, his hand coming up to wipe his mouth. His tongue snaked out to lick the back of his hand, tasting the wetness, he smiled sensuously. I could feel my face flush, I had to catch my breath. The pleasurable assault on me continued as Xavier mounted me, burying his face between my breast again. I could feel his tongue on my erect nipple, sending more tremors throughout my limbs. I felt him enter me slowly, he was a comfortable size, he filled me nicely. Xavier began to stroke inside me with a smooth paced rhythm.
    “Oh god, Natasha!” Xavier panted breathlessly. “You feel so good to me!”
    I was speechless. Naturally, I am a shy person in the bedroom and not very skilled in pillow talk. I wanted to tell Xavier that I shared his sentiments, but was too bashful to do so. Therefore, I said nothing at all, but I believed Xavier already knew my feelings. My arms wrapped around his shoulders as I held on, his body rocking above me, making me feel the most extraordinary pleasure! I met his passion with uncontrolled lust. His lips met mine as we made love, his tongue caressed my mouth as we kissed with fervor. His pace began to quicken as his breath became more ragged, I could tell he was reaching his climax and I began to feel a second climax boiling within me. In a spastic moment, we exploded with intense pleasure, our bodies becoming one in this instant. My legs locked around his waist as I held onto him tightly, fingers digging into his flesh as we both spent our passions. He collapsed on top of me, our shaking bodies entangled in the wet sheets. Tiny tremors rippled through our bodies as we lay in each other’s arms. Neither of us could say anything at first.
    After a while, Xavier rolled onto his side, his eyes began to clear and he looked at me and smiled. He leaned over and kissed my lips softly, his fingers gently brushing