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Celeste


I don't think twice more as I walk over to the small but square, end table resting beside the door. I purchased this when I first moved here, having plans to make it a spot to sit my keys, but I feel safer with them in my purse.

I pull my right foot up, heel first, soon grabbing the back of the heel to slip it from my foot. The expensive shoes are nice but my toes are aching to be free. I sit the heel neatly against the wall before doing the same with the other foot. My eyes glimmer with happiness as I see him walking across the floors. He is still fully dressed in his matching suit jacket and suit pants, pale blue tie, and pale blue cufflinks at the ends of his sleeves. He has his right hand splayed across his abdomen, reaching for the the center button that holds the two sides of the suit together. He sends chills down my body with the way he carries himself. So confident, chin up, well groomed, eyes blazing.

His smile possesses me as it rises on his face the moment he sees me. I turn into complete mush, looking like a little girl who sees the really handsome jock she likes. My eyes grow bigger with excitement, and my smile rises to. For a slight moment, we both mirrors each other's facial expressions, looking deeply into one another's soul.

My hunger strikes between, though, and the smell of brewing food fills my nostrils before he pulls be back into a trance.

"Hey, pretty." he murmurs, finally popping the button to his jacket. My chest rises as I look across and at him. Although he is walking with a purpose, he's walking entirely too slow for me. I want him to hug and kiss me already. I've missed him too much today.

His long legs stride him closer to me and within the matter of a few seconds, he is wrapping his arms around my waist to bring me in for a much needed hug. His body relaxes deeply into mine and he sighs as if this is all he's ever wanted. My eyes close for a small moment as I reach up, hooking my arms around his neck. He pulls me closer, hugging me as if he wanted to merge into one with me. At last, we pull away and my hands go to grip onto both sides of his suit jacket as I look up at him.

The texture is beyond nice and feels like something very expensive. It slides softly underneath the pad of my thumb as I study it with a quick pace. "You look nice, baby. You always do" I smile, tugging onto the jacket to make him lower himself down to me.

He obliges, leaning his head down to me, but stalling, hovering over my lips and letting the air from his nose tease me with its tantalizingly sweet breeze. "As do you, Persephone. I couldn't get you out of my head all day. I want to kiss you so badly." he whispers, his eyes invading my own.

I can't help the pull at the creases of my cheeks. He finally stops his stalling and leans his lips into mine, pressing the soft and plump sweetness into my own. My body refuses to hold in the content hum erupting and it releases itself into his mouth.

I tilt my head upwards, wanting to take more of him into my mouth to devour. He tastes so delicious, almost like food. It makes me want to taste more of him. I pull my hands away from his suit and throw my arms around his neck, forcing my body closer to his.

He notices, and smiles into the kiss as he does. It makes our lips separate, but I keep them pressed against him, waiting and hoping for another invite.

"Dinner is ready to be served. It would be a waste of my hard work to just get you in bed the moment you enter the door."

I pour, clearly sexually frustrated. "We can do a quick one."

He lightly chuckles. "I don't like quickies, baby, especially not with you. I want to take my time with you, show you how much I missed pounding into you."

My bottom lip finds it way between my teeth. "We can leave the food on the stove and go..." I raise an eyebrow, trying to convince him, but he doesn't budge.

"I'm hungry. Come."

Im trying to but you won't allow me.

He holds his hand out. I grab onto it, but don't follow him into my kitchen. I step closer to him and lift my head to kiss his lips once more.

"It's lasagna." he whispers before I pull back, letting out the eruption of giggles that are no longer able to seize my mouth.

His eyebrows push together as he looks down at me before his lips curl into an amused smile.

"I'd like some lasagna." I smile, pulling his suit jacket again and making him come down onto my lips. Like before, he obliges, but I peck him before leaning backwards.

He chuckles a bit. "Fine, we'll have some." He pushes back in for another kiss, taking a steal at biting my bottom lip. He does it softly, letting his teeth graze it before coming in for a serious kiss.

"I could get the plates," my lips part and he takes me before pulling back for a second. "And a large spoon to scoop it with," his lips come down onto mine and it makes a perfect fit before he pulls back. "You could handle the drinks. I'd like water." he kisses me again and doesn't stop until I pull away. He's pulling me deeper and deeper and I'm afraid if we don't stop now, we will have to make a quick trip to my bedroom. It's not fair to be such a tease.

He pulls his body from mine, his mouth nonetheless still reaching for mine. His lips are slightly parted. "I haven't laid eyes on you for almost ten hours and now my kisses are refused?" He complains, licking his lips and pouting.

"You won't fuck me, so there's no need to get me all excited. I am so easy to be convinced right now. " I say as I pull away from the small space he has me confined in.

He groans a small one as he follows closely behind me. "You better be nice to me or else." he says.

I giggle. "Or what?" I ask.

I expect for him to reply almost simultaneously. The room goes quiet and I get the urge to turn to see him. In the split of a second, he is pressing his front against my back. His right hand comes around my body, gripping my left breast into his hand as his left hand flings to my neck.

"Or else... I'm going to keep you within the walls of this house and tease you until your legs forget how to work." His dark whispering makes me yearn his touch.

I close my eyes as my body rests into his. "You don't have to threaten me with a good time, Xyle. I'm perfectly fine with you taking me right this moment, right here on the floor. Cleanups will be easier anyways."

He hums, swaying his body left to right and making mine sway as well. "Taking you on the floor does sound alluring, but I can assure that I've thought the night out really well, and it doesn't include me fucking you for the first time in fifteen days, seven hours, and fifteen minutes, on the floor... so let's enjoy dinner before I grow impatient with you."

He pulls away and walks ahead of me. I narrow my eyes as I watch his backside. "As if you could grow impatient with me."

He shrugs. He enters the kitchen and opens a cabinet to pull down plates for us as I fix a glass of water for the both of us. I realize that the dinner table is always neglected. I set two spots up for us and he soon comes over with dinner. Soon, we are seated at the table.

The feeling of electricity shoots through me as I sit on the opposite side of the dining table from him. He's so incredibly handsome, so incredibly alluring, and so incredibly mine. I can't help but think about the things that possibly roam his beautiful mind. All the things that consume his thoughts that are purely enjoyable. I wonder if he is as happy as he always says he is. He looks happy. He must enjoy this recipe he made.

He takes the silverware into his right hand and presses it into his lasagna. "Did you enjoy work today? I know it's been some time since you were at the office again." He says before pressing his food into his mouth.

I follow him, pressing my fork into my food and eating. "I was able to get a bunch of overdue stuff accomplished, so yes. Why do you ask? Do you want me all to yourself?"

He smiles as he swallows his food. "Of course."

"Wouldn't want you to check an email as I'm actively pursuing you." He says after the fact, making me steer my eyes into his lustrous ones.

"Pursuing me? Are you actively buttering me up to do some crazy stuff to me tonight?" I meet him half way, wanting the conversation to continue steering the way he's started.

He nods, sitting his fork to rest on the very edge of his plate. He takes the last swallow before morphing into the powerful man that had no interior. "Maybe... I thought about a few things. First, I'd blindfold you. I'd make sure you weren't able to see."

I nod. "What else?" I hum, not being able to keep the smirk off my face.

"Then I'd drag my face along your body to get you squirming with want."

"I'd like to get to the good part." I say, not wanting to hear his entire dialogue.

His lips part as his eyes darken. "But foreplay is my favorite part, baby." He tells me as he slides his dining chair from the table.

My eyes blaze with hunger as he stands himself up.

"You've got me so worked up that I forgot to take this jacket off." He murmurs, pulling it from his left arm before freeing his right. I never thought a sleeve garter would have me nearly drooling. He throws the jacket over his left arm as he walks closer to my chair.

My eyes close and my mind fills with great thoughts as he leans himself closer to me, stopping right by my ear.

"How about you finish up with dinner so I can worship you?".

Worship me. My heart stops for a second before I breathe again.

"I'm full already." I lie.

He smiles a small one.

He scoops his hand under my plate, pressing his thumb against the top to hold it steady. He is already beginning to clear the dining table of our dinner, to possibly adhere to what he had previously said. Unhurriedly and gently, he pushes his left hand onto my shoulder, letting his four fingers touch my shoulder blade, his thumb pressed at the very top of my pit.

"I'm going to put this away. Finish up with your drink. A full bladder makes a powerful orgasm." He rubs the pad of his thumb against my blouse twice before pulling his hand away.

A powerful orgasm? You'd think I had a full bladder each time we had sex.

I nod, registering the words and forcing my mind to react. When he pulls his hand away it makes me let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I exhale a bit, shying to make a move. With my half eaten plate in his left hand, he walks around the dining table. Easily, he scoops his own plate and puts it on top of my own before he makes his way into the kitchen, which is only a very small walk away.

My stomach does summer salts as I sit there for what seems a long while. Over at the kitchen, I can hear the faint sound of the dishes clinging together, and water running. I remind myself that breathing is something that comes automatically for most living things, but since he's touched me it's become manual.

I contemplate every action that has lead us here. How could I not see that this would go this way? He's prepared dinner. He nearly sucked my entire face into his mouth when he saw me, despite acting as though he so badly wanted to eat. And he's went two weeks without sex.

My eyes move over to the clear glass that is filled with only filtered water. It looks so clear and clean. The glass as well. I reach over and take it with my hand, pulling it to my mouth for only a small sip. It's refreshing. It's more than refreshing.

It's invigorating.

I take another sip before pulling it away from my mouth and sitting it down onto the table. I'm far too anxious with much anticipation to do anything else besides sit here.

I remind myself to blink as I inhale, not wanting to have my eyes dry out.

Soon enough, I can hear the pads of his expensive dress shoes getting louder as he saunters himself back into the dining room. Abruptly, the sound stops, and so does my breathing.

"I told you to finish up with your drink, Persephone." His voice is low, showing that he is nothing but a salacious and direct man at the moment.

My lips part as a slight breath falls from my mouth. I turn my head to him, blinking because I don't know what to say. He's right. I make my lips meet. I swallow. My eyes blink again.

"Yes."

My eyes blink again. I inhale. The right side of his face makes an attempt to hide its rising, but it barely does so. There is a hint of an amused smirk on his face as he witnesses a reaction.

His pink lips part. "So why didn't you?" He asks.

I exhale. I don't know. I don't think my body wanted to. But my body does have the sudden urge to please him and if finishing my glass of water will do the trick, I'll finish it.

I reach my hand over to the glass and without a further thought, I bring it to my lips. I open, sucking in the water and letting it cascade down my throat and into my belly. I pace myself, taking as much as I can at a speed I can until it's gone.

I pull the glass away from my lips and sit it back onto the surface of the dining table. Bringing my eyes to his again, I take my middle finger and slide it across the both of my lips, wiping the excess water from there. "Finished." I whisper.

His lips part again and this time he sucks in a deep breath. His eyes glower with the depth of lust that can be felt going directly to my core.

It sends a stinging sensation that reaches my brain and makes me go feral in the head.

"Good girl." His insatiable voice murmurs before he lifts his legs to move, continuing his journey towards the dining table.

I thought he would clear the rest of the dishes, the water glasses we both used, but he doesn't. He walks until he's standing beside me, holding out a stiff hand.

The palm of his hand acts as a leverage point and it helps me get myself out of my dining chair. He gently pulls me to the side and out of the way of the chair as he pushes it under the dining table. I watch him carefully. The smallest things send a ringing alarm through my brain and down between my legs.

"Please. Fuck me here, in the living room."

He scoops my hand into his, holding me firmly as if he has a strong will for guiding me elsewhere. "I have things I need to get. They're inside of your bedroom." I follow him down to dim corridor and into my bedroom to see a box sitting on my bed.

The entire thing is black, only a few silver letters at the top. It spooks me, the thought of this being an entire mystery. I can't help that I let go of his hand and walk closer to it, but with his hand on my waist, he stops me halfway.

"It's for me."

I turn my head to see him and my eyes fall down to his hand. He stuffs his right hand into his pocket and pulls out a satin blindfold. It's rich in its red color, and look as though it feels wonderful. The sides spill out of his hand as he lifts it to show it to me.

"Allow me to blindfold you. It'll make the experience so much better. You'll be highly sensitive to my touch."

I nod. "Will I be able to do it to you?"

"Yes." He pulls himself all the way behind me before he lifts the blindfold to cover my eyes. My vision goes dark and I can't see a single thing. My lips part and I sigh, not knowing what to expect tonight.

He presses his frontside into my back, and leans his head forward to push his nose into my hair. He softly inhales and places his hands on my waist.

"I want to touch you with some toys. Is that okay?"

"Yes." I speak without thinking further. He can do anything to me in this moment.

Without a further beat he begins to walk forwards. I'm more than grateful for his hands on his waist that guide me towards the bed. He turns me and pushes me down so that I am sitting, and pushes my chest so that I am lying down. I flush, feeling him between my legs. His presence is highly arousing. He pulls his hand down and touches my thigh. I gasp at the contact before relaxing into his touch. He slides his hand down and doesn't stop until he is reaching my foot. He cups it gently, running his thumb along the sole of my foot. I moan in pleasure, tucking my lip between my teeth.

He massages my foot for a few seconds more before trailing his hand up my ankle. It feels so delicious. He goes up my leg, trailing closer to my center. I moan, arching my back a bit. I can't take this. His thumb presses into the skin on my inner thigh, and he rubs it along the line of my underwear.

I shudder, my goosebumps rising. "Please fuck me."

"I will, soon."

"I'm already soaking."

"I know, baby."

My lips touch and I stay quiet. I don't want to play the long game tonight.

He pulls his hand back down my thigh and hooks his finger into the strap of my stockings. Ripping it away, I hear the plastic part of the holder hit the floor. It makes me gasp. There is a way to remove these without breaking them. He does the same to the other side and pulls each of them down my legs.

When my legs touch the sheets again I can feel how cold they are. It's so different from the feeling of his warm hands going up my legs. He slides them up until he's reaching the band of my underwear, and hooks his four fingers into them before sliding them down. I lift my ass to make it easier for him.

I can't see him, but I can hear him. He inhales, and I can already guess what he's doing. My cheeks heat up.

My lips part and I have a blind attempt to hide myself away from him. I'm not able to turn my head because his lips are on mine, forcing me in and sucking my moan down as he lies on top of me. His erection is firm as he presses it against my leg.

"I'm going to fuck you now, baby."

His voice is only a few seconds before he lifts my legs and forces his way inside of me. My back arches and forces my chest into his as the movement is so sweetly unexpected. He mustn't have the will to wait and tease me with the toys, in which I'm glad. I don't want to wait.

"You're so wet." He rasps under his breath, it coming out in a shuddering mess.

I moan, rolling my hips into his and forcing him deeper inside of me. "Xyle, please. Fuck me harder."

"You want me to fuck you like a whore?"

"Yes." I moan. I pull my hand to his waist to pull him closer but he snatches it away and forces my hands beside me. He keeps his hands pressed around my wrists, grinding his body into mine.

He withdraws before pushing back into me.

"Oh my god, Xyle." I toss my head back into the mattress as my body erupts a strangled moan out into the air.

His hands only press tighter around my wrist, restraining me so that I am unable to get away, not that I want to anyways.

His body between my legs presses deeper, forcing me to open myself up to him. He feels amazing. I spread my legs wider and plant the soles of my feet onto the mattress. With each thrust, my body jolts upwards, sliding me further up the bed.

He presses into me with a steady rhythm. I can feel the hot pressure deep inside of me, further than the pit of my belly. The speed in which he thrusts into me is so calculated, and the way he rolls his body makes me breathless. My breathing starts to falter. I can barely make a sound. My body feels overwhelmed with pleasure, yet I want more of it.

He leans his head down and connects our lips. I open up to him without thinking twice, and he presses his tongue into mine. His wet tongue maneuvers so beautifully inside of my mouth. And he tastes so sweet.

All too soon, he pulls away. I shudder, wanting more but not knowing of his facial expression to guess what he would

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