How The Warrior Fell (Falling Warriors series Book 1) (31 page)

She let out a little moan of disappointment when Xavier pulled away with a soft 
pop.
He reached for her, one hand on her lower back and the other gripping her inner thigh. He jerked her forward so her legs draped over his broad shoulders.

“What are you . . . ?”

Leawyn’s eyes bulged and her mouth gaped open in a silent moan when Xavier immersed his head between her creamy thighs and spread her open, giving one long lick straight up to her clit.

“Oh, Gods!” Leawyn’s hips bucked involuntarily against Xavier’s mouth. His beard scratched her thighs and against her nether lips, which only amplified the pleasure.

“You taste so good,” Xavier murmured against her between lapping at her slick folds. “I’ve been wanting to taste you. You’re so sweet against my tongue.”

Leawyn whimpered.

Slowly, she leaned back until her back met the sheets, her legs falling open, creating more space for Xavier to bury his face in between her curls. Leawyn wasn’t sure if this kind of talk was normal, but with each whispered word Xavier said against her, heat flashed through her and made her more wet.

She liked this dirty talk.

“You’re so wet for me,” Xavier pulled his head back, and Leawyn’s arm shot out, reaching down into his long hair to try and keep his head right where it was. Xavier chuckled huskily.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay until your cream coats my tongue.”

Xavier lowered his head again and pulled Leawyn’s bundle of nerves in his mouth once more, and sucked. Hard.

She gave a breathy moan in response, her legs shaking from the swift pleasure of it. He slid his hands underneath her thighs and jerked her up against him until her ass met his chest.

He kept her hips angled toward his mouth as they bucked involuntarily with every stroke of his tongue. He alternated between flicking her nub with his tongue and sucking on it until finally, he slipped his finger inside her soaked entrance and curled it upwards.

It was incredible. Leawyn couldn’t hold back her cry even if she tried.

“Xavier!”

He hummed against her in encouragement, his fingers pumping in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Xavier made his tongue flat, licking her cleft continuously and rapidly.

Between his fingers buried inside her and his continuous licks and nibbles against her nub, it didn’t take long for Xavier to bring her to orgasm.

Screaming her release, Leawyn’s hands tugged relentlessly on Xavier’s hair as he lapped up her juices until there was none left.

Slowly, Leawyn broke through the fog of pleasure, blinking her eyes open to see Xavier now on his knees above her, one of his fists stroking his engorged cock with smooth, sure strokes.

“Open,” Xavier ordered gruffly, reaching his hand out and tangling it in her hair gently. He gave her locks a light tug, guiding her mouth until her lips almost brushed against the silky head. She noticed the small beads of fluid on the tip.

Leawyn looked apprehensively at his member, then up at him. Xavier’s hooded eyes met her gaze, and Leawyn noticed his breathing was slightly ragged. He brushed his fingers through Leawyn’s hair, smoothing the errant strands away from her face. He trailed a finger down her cheek in an almost gentle caress once before fisting his hands back in her hair and holding her head steady.

“Open your mouth, Leawyn,” Xavier growled. His arousal was prominent, the blood flowing through his member making it hard and thick. The veins woven on the underside of it like bulging vines on a tree.

Leawyn hesitated.

She’d never done anything like this before. She knew what her husband expected from her. He wanted her submissive and willing. If she wasn’t submissive, it would be painful and rough. If she submitted, it would be gentle and almost pleasurable.

But this . . . was this normal?

Leawyn licked her bottom lip nervously. Her eyes shot up, startled when Xavier let out a small groan at the action.

“Leawyn . . .” Xavier gasped. His breath coming out in quick, ragged breaths. His muscles taut and straining with need.

“Open your mouth. Now.”

Otherwise, he’d do it for her.

Xavier gripped his cock, slowly brushing the head against her lips, swiping it back and forth against them, coaxing her. The precum made her lips sparkle from the moisture, and it drove Xavier crazy with want. He pushed harder against her mouth, nudging her lips open bit by bit with his persistent thrusts until—finally—her lips pulled apart and the head was inside her mouth.

“Good girl,” Xavier panted in relief, his hooded eyes watching her. “That’s my good girl. Now, use your tongue,” Xavier ordered, and Leawyn, still looking unsure and nervous, tentatively swiped her tongue on the underside of him and around his sensitive head.

Xavier grunted, his thrusts faltering at the sensation. Xavier gave her time to adjust; he could see Leawyn was nervous and scared. But he could also see she was aroused; it was clear in the glazed look in her eyes.

The knowledge that Leawyn was his—truly his—made him want to roar in triumph.

No one had seen her the way he had.

No one could touch her like him. No one could shove their cock so far down her mouth until she choked, lips stretching tight as they thrust inside her slim, elegant, throat.

She was 
his
.

Xavier gripped her hair tighter, making it so only he could control her movement. He thrust his hips toward her mouth and at the same time he pulled her forward, pushing his cock downward until he could feel it touch the back of her throat.

Leawyn gagged harshly, her eyes instantly watering and her hands flying to his hips to try and put some distance between them.

Xavier let out a guttural groan, and just when Leawyn was starting to panic, he pulled back. She gasped in relief, breathing deeply through her nose to try and catch her breath. He petted her head, swiping the loose tendrils away from her face and clenching them in his fist again in a loose ponytail.

“We’re going to do that again, and this time, you’re going to relax your jaw and suck.”

Leawyn looked up at him with wide eyes. The slightly panicked glaze in her blue orbs made his cock twitch in anticipation. But he saw curiosity, too.

“You want to please me like I did you, Leawyn?” Xavier asked her. “You liked when my mouth was on you . . . licking you?” Leawyn’s breath hitched, and the flash of heat in her eyes almost made Xavier come right then.

“This is the same. Take me in your mouth, Leawyn,” Xavier panted, brushing himself against her lips again with his small thrusts. “Pull your pretty lips apart and take my cock. Let me watch you as you swallow it whole.”

Leawyn shivered.

“Don’t be scared; it will be good.”

Slowly, Leawyn relaxed. She flicked her eyes up to Xavier, and he felt his jaw clench tight, his muscles taut with the strain of holding himself back. His wife looked down again, studying his thick arousal. He’d pulled the foreskin back, exposing its head with little clear beads of liquid seeping from the tip. It was long and thick for her, the veins interwoven as it arched upwards towards his stomach.

She finally looked back up at him. “Okay,” she whispered, glancing down at his member again and then back up to him. “I’ll do it.”

Xavier sighed in relief, closing his eyes and swallowing against his suddenly dry throat. He would have had Leawyn suck him off anyways—with or without her consent; it was his right as her husband, after all.

But, some part of him wanted her to do this willingly.

He 
wanted
 her to want to do this for him. Give him the pleasure of her mouth like he did with her. Xavier had pictured her lips wrapped around his cock since the first moment she’d spoken back to him all those months ago, standing tall with her blue eyes flashing defiance that blatantly dared him to disagree with her. He’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

It was in that moment he’d known he had to have her.

“Open wide, Leawyn—yes, just like that.” Xavier sighed, his cock sliding in and out between her lips. His hand twitched in her hair, tightening and then releasing the long locks as he held her head steady. He groaned; the wet suckling noises she made as she took his cock made him want to push in deeper, and he did.

Leawyn gagged around Xavier each time he pushed a little too deep, her hands flying up to his hips to try and ease him back.

“So good,” Xavier groaned as he watched his member slide in and out of Leawyn’s mouth avidly. He used the grip he still had on her hair to arch her to him, neck bared.

“Keep your mouth open,” Xavier ordered, barely giving her enough time to do as he said before he was thrusting into her mouth completely, his hips bumping her chin with each quick movement. Her eyes watered from the force, and her throat constricted around him each time he thrust deep, making her gag and cough, which only served to spur him on.

“I love that you gag around me. I can feel your throat constricting, and it’s amazing. My wife is sucking me so good that I’m going to cum, and you’re going to be a good girl and swallow every bit of it,” he ordered. He didn’t give Leawyn time to comprehend his words before he was thrusting as deep down into her throat he could go. He let out a deep, drawn-out groan as he came spurting down her throat.

Leawyn swallowed his hot liquid down, choking at the suddenness of it. Some of it dribbled down the side of her lips, and to Xavier, it was a beautiful sight. Slowly, he withdrew from her mouth, his body still shaking from the aftermath of his climax.

He cupped Leawyn’s jaw, swiping his thumb under her lip as he tilted her head up to meet his sated eyes. “Good girl.”

At the praise, Leawyn’s cheeks—which were already rosy in color—grew brighter.

When no other words were spoken, Leawyn rolled off the pallet, clutching her dress to her chest as she made her way to her things.

She was just about to grasp her nightgown when Xavier pressed himself against her back, nuzzling his nose along her neck as he caged her in with his arms on either side of her. Her eyes fluttered closed when he inhaled deeply. He reached his hand up and swiped her hair to the side so his lips brushed her heated skin.

“We’re not done,” Xavier whispered huskily against her ear before he swung her around to face him and hauled her back up into his arms.

She gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist. Using one hand to hold her up under her bum, Xavier reached with his other and tangled it into her hair as he kissed her.

His tongue brushed against her bottom lip before diving into the crevice of her mouth. Their tongues battled against each other as he carried her back to their bed. Bracing himself with one arm, he lowered Leawyn onto her back without breaking the kiss.

Leawyn moaned breathlessly against Xavier’s mouth when he touched her breast, palming it. She tilted her head to the side as he rained kisses and nips from her lips down to her chin and neck.

“Xavier—ah!” Leawyn gasped when he nipped where her neck met her shoulder. “Please,” she begged, clawing at his back.

“Please what, Leawyn?” he mumbled against her skin, flicking his tongue out against the mark he just left, causing her to shudder. “Tell me what you need.”

Leawyn whimpered when Xavier started to slowly thrust against her. He was already hard for her again, and he brushed his arousal against her most sensitive area. “Tell me.” He pulled away from her neck, looking down into her blue eyes that were flushed with her arousal. Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan when Xavier brushed against her main source of pleasure with a particularly hard thrust.

“What do you want?” Xavier whispered raggedly.

She grabbed the back of his neck, fingers twirling around his hair, and brought her face up so her lips brushed against his with each word she spoke. “You,” Leawyn whispered, her eyes lifting to meet his. “I want you.”

Xavier’s gaze softened, his body relaxing against her as he pressed into her. His hips arched back and slid forward, slowly filling her, going as deep as he could go.

Their gaze stayed locked as Xavier set a slow rhythm, his hips thrusting into her at a leisurely tempo.

They took pleasure in each other’s bodies the rest of the night until they were spent, and both collapsed with exhaustion in the early morning light.