Xavier FINAL(37)
I walked down the hall, down the stairs, and I could smell something delicious.
I walked towards the music playing softly and found Xavier standing with his back towards me. A towel was thrown over his shoulder covering very little of his bare back.
He had changed into black sweats that hung just low enough on his hips so that I could see the top of his ass. He was tapping a wooden spoon on the counter to the beat of Wake Me Up by Avicii. The chorus started and his head started moving a little. When the music took over the song and the vocals paused he seemed to get into it even more.
Then I heard him start to sing and he was pretty good. He reached over the pot to turn down the burner as he stirred what I assumed was pasta.
“Fuck!” He pulled his arm back and dropped the spoon. “Son of a bitch!”
He bent to pick up the spoon and looked back at me.
“Mornin’.” He stood and smiled. “You hungry?”
“Yeah. Let me help you.”
“No you sit.”
He started towards the sink and then turned to me slowly and walked towards me. I felt my face turning red and I looked up.
“I don’t want this to be awkward so I’m gonna kiss you this time.”
“How will that not be--.”
His mouth covered mine; arms wrapped around me, grabbed my ass with both hands, and pulled me tight against him.
My mouth opened to him unintentionally and he made that sound again. I held onto his biceps and they flexed to my touch. His tongue rubbed against mine and he licked deeper into my mouth. He pulled his mouth away quickly and looked at me. His teeth clenched, the muscles in his jaw popped, and as he inhaled deeply though his nose, it flared.
His grip loosened on my ass and I let go of his arms. His fingers rubbed up and down my butt as he closed his eyes. I looked down and saw his sweats were tented. He was huge. I felt my pussy clench from just the thought of him inside me.
I looked up and he was looking into my eyes. “I cannot wait to fuck you.” I turned away avoiding the intensity of his stare. “When you’re better. I’m gonna show you everything you’ve been missing and then some. But not yet.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Sit down, dinner’s done.”
He spooned pasta and meat sauce onto two plates and grabbed some rolls from inside the oven.
“It’s not much. I hope you like it.”
“Italian. Spaghetti.” I smiled.
“Irish. Cabbage.” He winked.
“Hmm.”
“You have the sexiest lips…”
I started choking and he pushed water towards me and smirked. I took a drink and rolled my eyes.
“I wonder if -- never mind.”
“No, not fair. Spill it.”
“Fine, I was saving you the embarrassment but I wondered when you blushed does your entire body get pink?”
“Not sure. I’ll let you know next time I’m naked in front of a mirror blushing.”
“I was also wondering if your pussy lips tasted as good as the lips on your face.”
I looked up from my plate and into his dancing eyes. He was trying to embarrass me.
“Well I’m not sure about that either. What do you think?”
“Oh you don’t want to know what I think.”
“Maybe you just don’t think--.”
“Pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, green clovers, and blue diamonds. I think you’re going to be magically delicious.”
I swallowed and shook my head and then laughed. “Is that what it will be like?”
“When you’re ready for it yes.” He chuckled and spun spaghetti on his fork and took a bite. “It’s good.”
We ate in silence for a few minutes. I had never seen anyone eat the way he did or maybe I had never taken such personal interest in the workings of a human being’s mouth. The way he had kissed me was so stimulating and suggestive to just how skillful Xavier would be with his mouth. I loved the way he sucked the pasta off the fork and his tongue licking his lips between bites was causing me to eat slower just so I could see the way his mouth worked.