Lovingly

“You taste like tacos,” Xavier complained into her kiss as they stumbled into his apartment, a big bag of her things slung over his shoulder, catching on his doorknob and halting them in the doorway. She giggled.

“You shouldn’t have agreed to stop for food,” she told him, holding in a burp as he kissed her again.

“Ugh,” he grunted unhappily, though continued kissing her regardless.

They bumped and thunked their way through his apartment to the bedroom. Her bag hit the floor with a loud thud and then Lara found herself being launched into the air and onto the bed, bouncing and giggling and burping uncontrollably.

“I thought you said me, my beans, and my wind were welcome any time?” she reminded him, opening her arms to him as he crawled over her.

“That was before you burped in my mouth,” he grumbled.

“Sorry, Zay,” she whispered, writhing happily beneath him, and not feeling too terribly sorry at all. “I think I know how to make it up to you,” she continued, flipping them over so she was straddling him. She bit into his bottom lip and tugged gently as she rose over him, her palms planted on his chest, heaving in anticipation.

“Oh?” he asked, an arrogant smile teasing his lips and his hips rocking up into hers suggestively. She gave him her sultriest smile before climbing off of him entirely. “This is not what I had in mind,” he grumbled.

She laughed as she dug through her bag. When she found what she was looking for, she turned to face him, displaying a blindfold to him.

“Trick or treat, Xavier?” she asked, chewing on her bottom lip as she watched him swallow hard.

“Both?”

“That’s the right answer,” she praised, slowly stripping out of her fuzzy costume as gracefully as she could manage, which was to say, not gracefully at all, but Xavier still watched her like she was a great seductress. She crawled over him to kiss him, open-mouthed and hungry, as she slid the blindfold over his eyes and behind his head.

It was amazing how much more responsive he was with one of his senses dulled. Every touch and caress earned her such sweet sighs and hisses. She pressed hot kisses along his skin as she slowly exposed him, one layer at a time (god, he wore so many layers) until he was panting heavily beneath her. His body rolled and writhed, desperate for more, and she took her time, drawing it out, teasing him, and just enjoying how beautiful he was.

She hummed into his skin as she kissed him just below his belly button, darting her tongue out to taste him. She watched his face, blindly pointed toward the ceiling, as she shimmied his pants off. His cheeks were flushed red beneath the blindfold, and his lips were red and swollen, and parted around heaving breaths.

She kept her eyes glued to him when she lowered her mouth over his erection to tongue at him through his boxers. He gasped and reached for her, his hand clumsily bumping against her head as she moaned around him. He bit hard into his bottom lip as he groaned out a string of curses, his hips gently rolling up against her mouth.

The protesting grunt he let out when she pulled away was the most adorable thing she’d ever heard. She had to kiss him to show her appreciation before removing his boxers for him.

“Just lay back and enjoy, Zay,” she whispered into his ear, her breath blowing hot against his sensitive skin. She could see the hair on the back of his neck raise as he shivered. Then, without warning, she pushed onto him in one swoop, taking him to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his hips flexing beneath her. His hands came to her hips and squeezed, tighter than she could remember him ever squeezing her before, and it made her smile. She’d had her hopes for how this would go, but this was so much better.

His skin was flushed, from his cheeks all the way down his chest, where she rested her hands and drummed her fingers over his heart. She could feel his muscles rippling beneath her as he writhed, eager for more. It was such a treat to be able to see him like this, so unfiltered and ready to bend to her whims. It made it even sweeter that, as she took her time admiring him, he lay beneath her, slowly losing his mind.

“Lara,” he gritted out.

“Mm-hmm?” she hummed, lifting her hips up and circling on his length slowly.

“Fuck, it’s so tight,” he moaned, his fingers flexing on her hips.

She lowered herself so her lips were hovering over his, the only indication for him being her breath mingling with his. She smiled when he craned his neck up to capture her lips in a kiss, but deftly dodged him.

“Does it feel good, Zay?” she whispered, lifting her hips high and dropping them in one swift motion, her ass clapping hard against his thighs. He moaned breathily beneath her.

“So good,” he groaned.

She smirked to herself as she worked her hips faster, bouncing hard on his cock, taking him in deep, long strokes. His lips were pulled taut in a pleasured grimace, his head tilted back against the pillow and his throat straining with moans he tried hard to keep in check, but she continued unrelentingly. She fucked him faster and harder until desperate little noises started to creep out.

“Shit, babe, slow down,” he begged through soft moans. He sounded so good, she wouldn’t have been able to stop if she wanted to. She rode him harder, still. His hands tightened on her hips, trying to slow her down, but she had the upper hand.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned, his hips reflexively thrusting up into her.

She pulled his head forward and angled her chest over his mouth, watching as her nipple grazed over his lips and startled him into gasping. His lips parted in a perfect little “oh”, just what she needed to get him to latch onto her, licking and sucking at her breast as she rode him. All his moans and groans vibrated against her chest, sending shockwaves through her body.

“So good, Zay,” she praised, pushing her ass back hard onto him and clenching her walls tight around him.

He popped off her breast with a gasp. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he gritted out, his hands once again trying to force her into a slower pace. She grabbed his wrists and forced his arms over his head, holding him steadily. She was happy to see that that only brought more of those delicious moans out of him.

She rose up to the tip of his cock before rocking down hard, the mattress squeaking beneath her as she rode him hard, moaning as his cock dug deep inside her. Xavier was growing desperate, his hips thrusting spastically up into her, his chest red, and his moans breathy and frantic.

He came with a long, broken groan, his cock twitching inside her and his tightly wound body slumping beneath her as his orgasm left him boneless and relaxed. She slowed to a stop and perched upright on him as he softened inside her. She reached over for the second item she’d procured from her bag of goodies and readied herself before leaning down to untie his blindfold.

“Did you like that, Zay?” she asked, her voice sounding a little muffled.

“You’re incredible,” he sighed, his lips tilted in a delirious smile as his hands gently stroked her thighs. “Let me take care of you,” he proposed.

“Mm, I’d like that,” she said, fighting back a laugh.

With one swipe of her hand, she pushed his blindfold off, waiting patiently as he opened his eyes to her.

And then promptly shoved her off, scrambling away with an alarmed shout, until he proceeded to scramble clean off the bed. He hit the ground hard with a grunt.

She poked her head over to look at him through the eye-holes of her disturbingly realistic pug mask.

“God, I hate you,” he groaned, letting his head drop with a thunk against the hardwood.

“That’s for the dog bed,” she declared with a delighted giggle.