by Iris Bolling
Her hands covered his as he gently kissed her lips, pushing her backwards onto the bed. He raised her hands above her head entwining his fingers with hers. He kissed the tips, taking each tantalizing digit into his mouth and sucking as if her fingers were different flavors of lollipops.
The sensations traveling through her body caused a restlessness, an urgency, but he didn’t stop, he continued kissing her behind her ear, then her throat. Her body squirmed under his.
“Xavier,” she whimpered, “don’t make me wait.”
“I need to taste all of you, Nicole.”
His trail of kisses was driving her insane. Every touch was like a branding stick, searing his ownership. “You taste like honey.” He kissed her hip, her thighs, her calves and her feet. But he wasn’t finished. Flipping her over, he began from the bottom of her foot and worked his way up to her behind. There he lingered, massaging both globes, enjoying the feel of them in his hands. From behind, he slipped one long finger inside of her. She was so wet; he pulled out, put on a condom and entered her in one long smooth motion.
They both moaned. Placing his hands on her hips, he pulled her further back, sinking deeper inside her. He kissed her behind. “Nicole.” He pulled out, and eased back in. “You are so hot, slick, wet. He kneeled on the bed behind her, then pulled her up placing one hand over her breast, the other slithered to her nub, stroking with his thumb to the same rhythm of his movement inside of her.
Nicole’s head laid back on his shoulder. Her hands covering his, as he stroked her, caressed her, loved her in a way no one ever had. She turned her face to his neck and kissed. “More Xavier,” she moaned as his penis curved to the shape of her body, slowly moving in and out with determined stroke, after stroke, after stroke.
Xavier couldn’t have imagined anything feeling so exquisite. Inside of her was like a cocoon, warm, soothing, so damn good. He could feel the racing of her heart he was so intimately connected to her. He no longer controlled the motion of his hand, it was her hand guiding his, moving his thumb over her nub, increasing to the speed of his movement. He snaked inside of her branding every inch his, slowly, methodically, letting her know; only he would do. “Do you feel it Nicole?” He increased his movement. “Do you feel the sweet sinergy flowing through our bodies?” He pushed up harder. “That’s us babe, all us. No one else can do this.” His breath hitched. “You feel it Nicole? I do,” he kissed her lips. “I want you, all of you. Come for me Nicole, like you’ve never come before. Spill it all babe. There it is.” He spoke against her lips as she released a high pitched moan, “Give it to me Nicole,” he moved faster, pumping fiercely, holding her tighter as he felt the explosion, then her soft scream. The contraction of her walls around him, caused him to pump harder, deliberately into her, until he just couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled out slowly to the tip then slammed back in, causing her to explode again, this time with him.
They fell forward onto the bed. he was still lodged in her from behind, his finger still caressing her nub. Their breathing so fast, neither could speak. He gathered her in his arms, as they lay there spooning with each other eyes closed, allowing each to feel the wonder of their joining.
Their limbs were entwined, her head on his shoulder, his arms around her body with his hand resting on her hip, as they played with their fingers. They were so sated, neither had the strength to move even thought it was only nine pm. The lights were low, there was no music, just the rhythm of their heartbeats serenading them as they held each other.
“I’m starving.”
“All that sinergy you dispensed up in here,” Nicole laughed.
He loved the way her laughter came from within and spilled over. “You must have been a very happy child.”
“I was.” She kissed his nipple. “I can only think of three times in my entire life that I was disappointed.”
“Tell me about them and I’ll fix them.”
Nicole smiled. “You can’t fix them, but my parents did. There was when Vernon got married. I was devastated. Oh, I thought my life was over. I cried for weeks and refused to be a part of the wedding.”
Xavier laughed. “How old were you?”
“Sixteen,” she laughed. “I was sixteen and my brother was leaving me for another woman. I did everything. I stomped, I slammed doors. I refuse to speak to my father because he was allowing it to happen.”
“What did your parents do?”
“You mean my mother. She pulled me in my room the day before the wedding and explained to me that Vernon was not mine. He belonged to her and she could give him away if she wanted to. Then she said, if I didn’t calm my little ass down she was going to give me away too.”
“Sounds like Mrs. Lassiter.”
“What about your mom? She doesn’t appear to be someone you would mess around with.”
“Whew, my mom? That’s a long story.”
Nicole sat up leaning on her elbow, running a finger across his chest, sensing this was not easy for him. “I have time.”
“You sure you want to hear this? It’s not a pretty story.”
“It’s your story, pretty or not. I want to know what made Xavier the man who creates words at will.”
He smiled as he continued to play with her fingers. “My mom left when I was a baby. Zack says the street caught her and wouldn’t let go. My dad would say, your mother needed to find her place on this earth and when she does, she will know it’s right here with us.”
Nicole smiled. “That’s a beautiful way to look at things. Was your dad a poet?”
“Close, a musician.”
“No way.” Her eyes lit up. “What instrument did he play?”
“Sax, the instrument for lovers, he used to say.”
“Can you play?”
“No, Zack can. I’m a keyboard kind of guy.”
“Sounds like your dad loved your mother a lot.”
Xavier nodded his head in agreement. “Until the day he died. I was sixteen and a handful.” He tightened his hold on her. “Zack left college to take care of me. He gave up a very promising football career to take care of his brat of a brother. I would do things just to irk him. You know, he never got mad. He would punish the hell out of me, but never once did he ever raise his voice or strike me.”
“What did he do?”
“He made me go to that damn construction site with him every day after school. I hated it.” He laughed. “Lifting heavy lumber and bricks. After I messed up enough times he took me from the field and put me in the trailer helping with the plans. That’s where my love for designing homes came to light.”
“Wow,” she said softly. “So you two decided to form Davenport Industries?”
“Zack had started his own construction company of his own while I was away in college. From time to time I would send him some of my drawings and he started sending me checks. He said I had the kind of talent people pay for.”
“He was your first client?”
“Yep. I was the man.” He laughed. “I was on campus studying and getting paid for doing something I love.”
“That’s how I feel about development. I love taking a piece of property, scanning all the surrounding areas and determining what would go in that space. What will prosper there? Should it be a school, a mall, a community? Once I decide then I pull all the pieces together and make it happen.”
“When I return to one of the communities I designed and see people living there, children running around enjoying the outdoors, I get this sense of…accomplishment.” They both said the word together.
“Like you’ve found your purpose.”
“Exactly,” he said in a low voice. He gazed into her eyes and loved the sparkle that reflected back. Reaching up, he ran his fingers through her curls, gently tugging them towards him, then he gently kissed her.
She sighed. “Okay, I heard about your dad and Zack. What about your mother? You said she was in the street. Was she involved with drugs or something?”
“From wha
t I’ve been told by her and Zack, she was the queen of coke. It woke her up in the morning and put her to sleep at night. She did whatever it took to get the next high. Zack made her keep her distance from me. When she needed something, he helped, but if she ever came near me, he was there blocking her. He said she was to have no contact with me until she was clean and he meant it.” He became solemn. “For a long time I thought she was dead. When she showed up at one of our construction sites I got to know her. I had no idea she was my mother until one day I knocked over some marbles that were sitting on Diamond’s desk. I bent down to pick them up and she said, ’Let’s get these back in the jar’. A memory hit me so strong, because my mother used to say the exact same thing about Zack's’ marbles.”
“Wow, what did you do?”
“I left.” He cleared his throat. “Before I walked out the door she stopped me and said, ‘You’re a good man, Xavier Prince Davenport. Find yourself a good woman and plant some seeds. You and Zack come from good stock. You should both be fruitful and multiply. Just make sure it’s with the right woman.’
“From the looks of things last night, you reconciled things with her. How did that happen?”
“I confronted Zack. He had no right to make the decision regarding my mother’s role in my life. Since then we’ve worked it out. As for my mom, we take it one day at a time.”
She touched the cleft in his chin. “Well, I beg to differ with you on that one. When your dad passed, it became Zack’s responsibility to protect you. Keeping a drug-addicted mom away from you was the right thing to do. However, once she got her act together and was able to be a mother to you and you were old enough to handle the emotional toll, then he probably would have told you about her.” She shrugged her shoulders. “You just happened to find her before he could do that. Now your mother seems fine. I wonder if she had that great sense of humor before or if it was drug induced?”
Xavier stared at her before he let out a soul-cleansing laugh. “Drug induced humor?”
“Yeah.” She smiled. “If drugs can burn your brain cells, couldn’t it impact your funny bone?”
“Do you find something pleasant in everything?”
“I try.” His stomach growled. “Now, if I could find some food to fill your tummy.”
“That’s easy.” He sat up, reached over to the nightstand, then clicked the remote. The television appeared from the center of the wall. He pushed another button and the monitor came on. The next button brought up a menu.
“You have a concierge service here?”
“I do.” He smiled as she sat up and settled into his arms. She felt good in his home, his bedroom, and in his arms.
“So what’s on the menu? Coffee, tea, you?”
“I’ll have a special menu put in for your next visit.”
She beamed up at him. “I get to come back?”
He shrugged his shoulders as he placed the order. “That depends on if I ever let you leave, you sweet sexy thang.”
“Finished ordering?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” Nicole pushed the sheet aside, enclosed his erection within her hand, bent over and kissed it. “My appetite has changed.” She slowly licked the top. “I have a taste for deep,” she covered him with her mouth, squeezed at his junction, then pulled upward, “deep,” she repeated the action taking him deeper, “dark chocolate.”
Xavier couldn’t breathe. All he could do was run his fingers through her curls and guide her exquisite, determined movements. The warmth from her mouth was setting his body on fire. The tip of him touched the back of her throat just as her jaw contracted, sucking the life out of him. A low primitive growl escaped as he pulled Nicole from him, slammed her on her back, spread her legs and entered her in one swift movement.
Somewhere in her life she did right. That’s the only reason God sent this man into her life. He knew what to say, how to hold her, how deep to go and oh did he have the most glorious, thick, long, sweet dick. She grabbed his arms that were braced at her sides as he plunged inside of her. They were strong. She could feel the power flowing through them every time his body slammed into hers. She raised her body to meet him stroke for stroke.
The heat was intense, yet he wanted, no needed, her closer. He wrapped his arm around her waist, sat back on his haunches and pulled her forward.
Nicole wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. They were merged so tightly together you couldn’t tell where her body ended and his began. She bit into his shoulder as he buried his face into her hair. What began as a raw, primitive need now manifested into something sensuous, loving and beautiful. It was the intimacy of the embrace that awakened something much deeper, more meaningful and unbreakable within them.
Their motions slowed as they savored the fullness of the joining. It became a delicate dance of mutual desire, as his hand held the small of her back, guiding her slow grinding motion, his other hand caressing her neck, his voice whispering in her hair. “My sweet Nicole.” He felt her inner lips tighten. His fingers moved further into her hair. “Take me, baby,” he moaned as the blood rushed to the tip of him. “Nicole,” he growled. Her slow grinds were driving him to the brink. She was there with him. Her breath hitched, her body contracted and her sweet, sweet moan of release in his ear caused a ricochet of emotions. His heart filled, and his release spilled into her body.
They sat there, immobile as the telephone rang. Xavier laid her back covering her with his body. Afraid of the words forming in his mind, he kissed her, touching every corner of her mouth. He ended the kiss when the telephone rang again. Still unwilling to part from her, he kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, then her lips again. He gently rubbed her temples, then stared down into her face. This was the passion he’d been seeking. This beautiful, fascinating woman evoked from him emotions he never knew existed and in such a short period of time. “Don’t you move.”
“I don’t have the strength even if I wanted to.”
He smiled as he answered the call.
“Mr. Davenport, your dinner is on its way up.”
“Thank you Joe.”
“Sir, Ms. Hargrove is asking to be let up.”
“Trish is here?”
“Yes, sir and she seems to be a bit agitated.”
Xavier was still intimately connected inside of Nicole.
“We’re going to have to face her sooner or later,” Nicole sighed.
“Hold her for ten minutes, then send her up.”
“Yes, sir.”
Xavier gazed at her. “This is my fault. I promised to speak with her tonight.”
“She’s upset about the lawsuit.”
“What lawsuit?”
“The one I don’t want to discuss while you are growing inside of me…again. You, Mr. Davenport, have a lusty appetite.”
“Only with you, Ms. Brooks, only with you.”
“Then why is Trish here?”
“Why don’t we find out?” He kissed her temple, then withdrew from her. They both moaned.
“Where’s your shower?”
Xavier lifted her into his arms, carried her down the hallway and entered the bathroom.
“I can walk, you know.”
“I’m not ready to let you out of my arms.”
“You have another woman coming upstairs. She will not be happy if she sees me here.”
“Two points.” He keyed in the settings for the shower. “Trish is uninvited.” He walked into the shower with her in his arms. “You, on the other hand, I want here.” The water hit their bodies from all directions, as he literally walked through the shower with her in his arms. He stood her up against the marble shower wall, the main spray overhead, cascaded over them, as others pulsated around them.
“Hmmm, I may never leave this room,” Nicole moaned as she held her head back enjoying the feel of his naked body against hers and the water massaging them all over.
He kissed her neck as he pushed the button for the shower gel dispenser. Rubbing the gel
over her body started his blood to boil again. “You’re going to smell like me for the rest of the night.”
“Sounds like heaven to me.” She pushed the button for the gel and returned the favor. “We keep at this and we will never eat.”
He lifted his head from her shoulder. “Ah hell, I forgot about the food.” He stepped under another spray to rinse off. “The food is probably in the kitchen by now.”
“They have access to your apartment?”
“No, we have a dumbwaiter they send the food up on.” Xavier stepped out of the shower and pushed the button for the dryer, which dispensed warm air all over his body.
Nicole smiled, more at the look of his body in front of the dryer, than at his reply. “I have to add that to my place.”
“The dumbwaiter or the body dryer?” he asked as he pulled a robe from the closet. He reached in, pulled her to him and kissed her soundly on the lips. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
“Give me five minutes.”
Xavier walked into the kitchen, opened the cabinet door and as he thought, the trays of food were there waiting for him. The chime sounded indicating someone without an elevator code was requesting entrance into his apartment. He assumed it must be Trish. He walked back into the bedroom, pulled a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from the drawer, then gave Nicole one of his t-shirts as well. “I’m not ready for you to put your clothes back on yet. I’ll take care of this situation with Trish and then you and I can replenish our energy for the next session.”
Nicole watched as he walked from the bedroom, thinking, that was one hell of a sexy man. But he was naive to think Trish would be easy to dispose of. However, she was going to stay in the bedroom to give him the room to try.
Xavier prepared himself, then pushed the button to unlock the elevator doors. Standing at the end of the foyer, he watched as Trish stepped off, marveling at the entrance.
“Trish,” he spoke causing her attention to turn to him.
