Inferno desires

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Nova's POV:

Strong arms held me tightly at my waist, as his lips brushed gently against my neck.

"Are you awake?" I ask quietly.

He doesn't answer. His head just nuzzles deeper into my neck, as his grip around my waist tightens. Then his hands move down the side of my stomach, tracing circles onto my hips.

"I'm sleeping," he lies, mumbling quietly.

"No you aren't," I say, moving his hands off my body.

"Yes I am," he says in his groveled voice, putting his arms across the front of my stomach and pulling me into him.

"Come on," I say, rubbing his arms that were set across me. "I need to wake up Maya."

"She'll want to sleep," he insists. "And so should you. It's only 7 am."

"I have work," I lie, trying to peel him off of me.

"Don't lie mama, today's your day off," he says lowly, kissing my shoulder.

Bruh, why did I even try to lie. Today was my day off, and I should be sleeping in, but I just can't bring myself to do it.

"I'm not tired," I huff.

"I can make you tired," he says playfully, running his hands down the front of my shorts.

"Xavier," I gasp quietly, squeezing my thighs together.

"You know not to do that," he says, brushing his lips against my ear, as he uses his free hand to grab my thigh, pulling my leg to the side a little bit. "Am I allowed?" He asks lowly.

"Xavier... fuck," I moan softly, putting my hands down my shorts and placing my hand on top of his. Trying to push his fingers deeper inside of me.

"Use your words mama," he says, kissing my neck.

"Yes you're allowed," I say.

"Anything else you want to tell me?" He smirks, brushing his lips in my shoulder.

"Deeper," I say barely above a whisper.

And he does, inserting his finger deeper inside of me. His sturdy hand glides up and down my thigh, as he slows down his fingers moments on his other hand.

Xavier honestly takes first place compared to all the other people I've slept with. He knew my body, and what I liked. Fuck, things I'd think I didn't like usually ended up being my favourite things to do since he was the one doing them to me.

"Finish it yourself," he says gently, grabbing a hold of my hand, and running my finger along my entrance.

"Xavier I can't," I say quietly.

"Why not?" He says huskily.

"Because I've never used my own fingers to, you know, pleasure myself," I say embarrassedly.

It was true. I was scared to use my own fingers because I didn't want it to hurt.

"I'll help you," he says, adjusting my finger before slowly pressing it inside.

I gasp slightly, breathing out quick breathes as he moves my fingers inside, kissing my neck softly. As I moved my fingers, pumping them inside me, he gave instructions, praising me with deep kisses.

"Does it feel good?" He asks.

"It feels different," I say breathlessly. "But good."

"I'll guide you through it whenever you want," he says. "I'll even do it over the phone," he grins, biting my earlobe.