Xyle

The rhythm at which I breathe is quite steady. My chest rises a bit, and lowers as I let the air I've just previously sucked in out. I stare up at the ceiling, wishing I could see the Angelic pieces that rest on my ceiling. I like to look at them when I wake. But despite my distant want, there is nothing better than my view.

Through the peripheral view of my eyes, I can see my fiancé. I turn my head a bit to see her more, and my eyes melt with love as I do. I can never tire of seeing her beauty. She lies down on her stomach. Her shirt would show her nipples and breasts but due to how she's laying slightly on her stomach, all that can be seen is her side boob, which is still equally sexy. Her beautiful face is resting peacefully, her cute lips pouted. Her eyelashes drape over her eyes a bit, too. Her brown skin makes me shiver as I think about how fucking pretty she is. Her leg is thrown on the pillow that's made it's way down the bed a bit, and she uses it instead of me. I grow jealous for a second. It should be me.

I reach my hand over to touch her, but pull back as I look at how empty it looks. I wear a single silver ring on the pinky of my left hand, but my ring finger aches for something, too. I put a ring on her finger to signify my want for much more, and I have nothing to show. A quick flash of her ring will let others know that she's getting married soon, but no one will know I am as well. I briefly think of going to purchase a thin ring to wear on my ring finger until we say our vows.

I resume, stretching my arm out and wanting to touch her. My movements seize as her lips curl into a thin smile, showing the slightest view of her pretty teeth. The dimple on her left cheek deepens, and her eyes remain pinched shut.

"I can feel you, you know." She murmurs, her voice slightly rasping as these are the first few words she's said all morning. She finally opens her eyes and shows me sight of her brown ones. Those brown irises glimmer with love and sweetness.

I can't help but smile as I look at her. "I was only trying to grab your hand. I love the way this ring looks on your finger." I tell her, speaking truthfully. I've never been engaged before, or let a woman wear a ring that holds as much significance as the one I gave Celeste last night. I still can't believe I proposed.

I was so nervous. I wonder if she could tell.

She slides her hand across the bed, swiping it across the sheets and pulls her hand a few inches from her face, keeping it flat on the mattress. "Oh, this ring? The one my fiancé gave me?"

My eyes glimmer down into the ring, looking at the beautiful oval shape. I was more than surprised to hear that her favorite shape is an oval. It was such a crazy coincidence.

I nod, watching it from afar. "Yes. Let me see it, baby." I request.

She smiles at the ring before lifting her hand to show me, her arm drooping and lazy. I gently take her hand and bring it close to my mouth so that I am able to kiss her soft skin. She still smells of lotion. It smells so good.

"I love you." I murmur.

She softly pulls her hand back and sucks her bottom lip between her teeth as she slides it down my body. She presses her hand onto my underwear and grabs my dick, rubbing it softly.

"Really wanna fuck my fiancé." She slides closer to me and pulls the cover down a bit. "Do you wanna fuck me, baby?"

"Always." I answer.

All so quickly, her mouth covers mine. She moves one hand into my hair where she bawls her fist, bringing my face closer to hers. She climbs over my body. A very soft and content hum escapes from my lips as I feel her lips press against mine.

Always so soft. Always a pleasurable taste.

My mouth fights back desperately against hers, wanting her as bad as I thought I did. Sex with her is always great, but I am almost sure it'll be even better, if that's possible.

Her hands make their way to my arms, grabbing at my biceps. She presses me firmly as if she's feeling my muscles out, and though her action is small, it feels better than ever. Her touch is the best I've ever felt before. My sexy fiancé.

The lower half of her body presses up against my waist, making me feel the feeling she makes me feel without even touching me. I want more. I need more. She presses herself deeper onto my lap, aching the anticipation. I so badly want to feel inside of her now. With or without the barrier of protection.

"I want you, baby." I pant between the kiss, feeling the submission sink into my pores. She only gives me a few seconds to say the small sentence before her mouth is back on mine again. I think she must have ignored my words. Her grip around my hair tightens and it makes me wince a bit.

My breathing becomes heavy as she steadily kisses me. Finally. Her tongue makes it's appearance. She rolls her tongue into my mouth and it collides with mine for a small second before I remember that I'll lose this fight against her. My mouth opens more for her and she easily gains more access.

"Please." My needy whisper doesn't cause a single sudden movement. She pushes her face against mine even more and I am forced to take her. Not that I am complaining. I want her. "Persephone, please" I pant again. Her tongue collides into mine again.

"What do you want?" She murmurs, pulling away to drag her tongue against the skin on my neck. Fuck. She turns me on so much. I can basically feel my dick hardening and ready to poke a hole through my underwear. She licks near the center of my neck before closing her mouth down onto me. My skin is immediately filled with goosebumps.

What do I want? What kind of question is this? I'm sure she knows.

"You." I whisper. I feel her grin against my skin before she lifts up again and collides her lips back into mine. It makes me whimper as I feel my dick growing harder underneath her. She is teasing me, so I grow more needy, wanting to grind myself against her.

My hands move from her waist to her hair. Her mouth is feverishly against mine. She's making my temperature rise. My hand curls into her black hair and it stays there. I want to push my dick into her. The beading sweat that makes its rise from my skin sends a blistering drip right between our bodies.

She consumes my mouth with her own, not taking my pants or whimpers seriously. She knows that I grow needy at even the sight of her. Why isn't she doing something to me? I want her to touch me. I want her to fuck me.

"You have me." She mumbles against my mouth before giving me even more of her tongue. She devours me like always.

I have her. Yes. I do. I'm glad.

"I want you. M-more please, mommy" I whisper. Even my words are as jumbled as my mind. I push to speak a full sentence but it's hard when dealing with her teasing.

Her other hand grips me at the part where my abs and waistline connect. She digs her nails deep into my skin and it makes me whimper.

My body pushes against her, my reflexes taking over because of my ache to fuck her, bringing me both pain and pleasure at the same time.

"Tell me what you want, Xyle. What do you want from me? What do you want more of?" She asks, only temporarily pulling back. She leans closer and her mouth takes me again.

Her lips part and she sucks me in, soon settling for grazing my bottom lip with her teeth. I love this. It makes me want to fuck her even more.

"I want you to touch me." I whimper.

She hums, moving both of her hands to my waist where she slides her fingers across. Her nails tease me again. I shiver.

"I am touching you."

"I-I want more."

"Am I not?" She asks, this time looking up into my eyes. I want to scowl. Yes, you are touching, but not good enough.

"Make me feel good." I whisper. My sentence, although small, comes out and it makes me feel good. She can hear me and she'll see and hear I want. My desperate voice causes her to fight off a smile.

"How do I make you feel good, baby?" She asks me.

I groan, closing my eyes. "Fuck me."

She hums, brushing her hands up the sides of my stomach. "I am going to fuck you. You need to be patient."

"You're so wet, I can smell you. You want me, too. Just fuck me already." She looks at me with this teasing smirk and it makes a slow and painful throb shoot through my dick.

She wants to tease me further. She keeps her eyes on mine as she slowly drags her hands between my legs. My breathing hitches when I feel her cold hand right at my dick. She pulls my underwear down a bit before wrapping her hands around me. "Fuck," She whispers, soon pulling her hand away and making me whimper at the lost of touch. When she lifts her hand up I can see the clear arousal on her thumb from brushing it across my tip. We're both drenched in wetness.

My eyes flutter as she lifts her hand to her mouth, dipping her thumb inside. She licks it clean before coming closer to me and capturing my lips again. Fucking hell. I can taste my own sweetness there. My lips part more as she pushes more of her tongue inside of me and I can't help that my hand tugs at her hair harder.

"You taste yourself on me. It's good, isn't it?" She says this as if she knows the answer to it as she pulls away to look at me. Yes.

"P-please... I'm at your mercy, baby. Please fuck me."

She shakes her head. I don't know what happens, but rage fills me instantly. I thrust my hips up and grab her waist before pushing her aside. She gently lands on the bed and lies back, laughing at what she's caused.

I slouch down further into the bed and take my dick into my hand. I squeeze it right as a pulsing throb runs through, and slowly begin to stroke myself. I sigh, throwing my head back and enjoying the feeling. I try my hardest to focus, wanting it to feel as good as she does, but it doesn't work. 

The bed dips as she leans up and she comes closer to me, her on her knees. "That's no way to treat your fiancé, is it? Don't touch that." She swats my hand away.

I groan, placing my hand beside me.  "Fuck me, then. Please."

She says silent.

I shake my head, my face scrunching as I prepare to whine.

"Say something," I beg "tell me you'll fuck me. Tell me you'll let me inside of you."

Without a word she stand up on her knees and grabs at her underwear by the waistband. She pulls them down her legs and dangles them in my face.

"Open your mouth."

I do as I'm told and open my mouth immediately. She comes closer to me and stuffs them inside. Her wetness seeps through the thin fabric and onto my tongue, giving me a taste of her sweetness. I breathe, feeling content though I want more.

"Be a good boy and lie down all the way." Her voice murmurs.

I close my eyes as I place both hands beside me and slouch down further onto the bed until my head is hitting the pillow again. My entire body burns up at the thought of getting what I so desperately ache for.

"If you would have waited just a few more seconds, I would have put my mouth around you, but you're too eager to wait so I will do as you asked."

I go to talk, but her underwear in my mouth blocks me from doing so, and I'm too afraid of risking her stopping this altogether to pull them out.

She tugs at her bottom lip and she moves to curl her legs around my waist. Instantly, I am sucked into her wetness. I moan loud and pull my hands to her waist. She feels so fucking wet and tight. I want to drown in her sweet pussy forever.

"F-fuck, b-baby." I mumble, moaning, coaxing her closer to me and silently asking her to grind her hips deeper into mine.

She throws her hand back, placing her hands on my chest. "I want to fuck you forever."

I nod, looking up at her beautiful neck. I don't know how a neck can be so beautiful, but it fucking is. I gasp, feeling and hearing her arousal suck me in even deeper as her pussy allows me in.

In my most vulnerable state, where I am fucking her, I feel so safe and content.

My large hands slide further up her sides and eventually reach up to her breasts. Taking one in each hand, I squeeze each of them gently and rub my thumb across her nipple. She fits me so perfectly.

I go to speak again and she notices. She reaches a hand down and pulls her underwear from my mouth, but quickly slides her hand down to my neck. "Shh. Just feel me." She says.

I nod, looking into her eyes and feeling her. My stomach tightens.

"N-no. I think I'll come. W-wait, baby. P-please... fuck."

She shakes her head. "If you come, I won't be happy."

I nod. "Give me a second to c-calm down."

She takes my hands from her breasts and restrains them to the side of me, hovering over me. "Are you going to come? Hm? I want to know how close you are."

"S-so close." My voice raises a few octaves.

"I'm going to ride you and you better hold back. You can be a good boy and hold back for me, right?" She leans down and kisses my neck. She tongues my favorite spot.

My breathing falters. "B-baby. If you don't stop now, I w-will come inside of you."

"No you won't." She murmurs.

"B-baby I will!—" I'm on the verge of coming when her phone rings beside us.

It immediately distracts me. We both turn towards the phone. She eyes it for a few seconds before she turns back to me.

"It's Dacre."

"What does he want?" I breathe.

"He's— I need to answer it."

She gets off of me and reaches onto her nightstand. My jaw tenses as I see her. "It couldn't have rang for a few more seconds? I was inside of you."

She shakes her head. "We have a show later today and he could be telling me important information. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." I say softly.

She slides her hand across the screen to answer the phone and pulls it to her ear. "Hello?" She says, out of breath.

I sigh beside her and look down at my dick. I'm drenched in her wetness. My dick aches as I was just edged. I pull my hand up and scratch my head. What a fucking morning.

Her eyes open wide. "An hour? I can do an hour. What about hair and makeup?" She asks.

I expect her to jump out of bed at that moment because of the urgency in her voice, but she doesn't. Instead, she lifts herself back up and climbs on top of me.

She slips me inside and forcefully pushes me down so that I am lying flat against the bed again. I suck back a moan as she slowly lifts herself up. Fucking Christ.

"Im sure that's good— amazing." She looks down at me and her chest rises as she conceals her moans.

I smile, wanting to get her back. I place my hands onto her waist and begin to mercilessly thrust into her from below.

She gasps and looks down at me, only temporarily before her eyes start to rush into the back of her head.

"I'll be there. Bye." She hangs the phone up and tosses it aside.

I place my hand on her lower back as I lift myself and lie her down onto the bed. I push into her.

"I have to be somewhere in a hour." She moans.

I nod, curling my hips. "We can get you there. Where do you have to be?" I ask.

She swallow and arches her back. "I have a show... a lingerie show."

My eyebrows furrow. A lingerie show? The hell?

I thrust deep into her once more before she shudders and unravels underneath me. She slides her hands to my back and begins to claw at my skin.

I raise my arm above her head and hold the headboard. "Can I come on your breasts?"

"Yes." She answers.

I pull out of her and stand on my knees and she kneels in front of me. I hold my hand around my dick and stroke myself until thick ropes of come shoots out of me and onto her skin.

She hums as she looks up at me. "You feel so good on me." She whispers.

I nod as I come closer to her and wrap my hand around her neck. I lean closer to her, but before our lips touch I say "how long have you known about a fucking lingerie show?"

She tugs at her bottom lip and leans up to steal a kiss. "A few months, but it never came up."

I press my lips into hers and kiss her sloppily before pulling back. "If you didn't have to show your ass today, I'd spank you until it was raw."

She swallows as she looks up at me. "Don't be like that."

I nod. "I am, and you better hope I don't steal you away and do it backstage."

"Y-you're coming?"

My eyebrows furrow. "If my fiancé is going to be showing her ass on a stage, doing something she's never done for me, you better believe I'll be in the crowd watching you."

She better hope I gain every ounce of my self control before we enter the building.

X

"F-fuck, b-baby."