close to my dialling heart

36🌹sensual exploration

🎶show me that heaven's right here baby. Touch me so I know I'm not crazy. Never have I ever met somebody like you🎶
                          ~Dua lipa~

DOVE 🕊

Xavier's gentle grasp on my wrist drew me in, his tilted head and captivating gaze making my heart race. As I settled onto his lap, our bodies aligned in a tender embrace. I felt a surge of nervous energy, my face flushing with shyness. Xavier's eyes locked onto mine, his silent attention making me feel exposed yet safe. Suddenly I felt his bulge again and I swallowed. My lips parted, my breath caught in anticipation, with a warm thrill that ran through my body. I was suddenly so aroused it ached.

"Why do you have to be so fine?" he whispered while he pushed some strands of hair away from my face, his words sending a thrill through me. I couldn't respond, my eyes fixed on his lips, yearning for a kiss. My shyness held me back, but my gaze remained glued to his, the tension between us electric.

I shifted my eyes to his, locking eyes, and my arousal seemed to almost reach its climax. Xavier cupped my cheek and immediately closed the small gap that remained between us. His mouth was warm and inviting. My heart heart raced as he drew me in with a gentle, yet insisted pressure. It was barely a second when he deepened the kiss, our tongues dancing together in a sweet embrace. My body was heating from his passion. He pressed his palms against my back to avoid knocking me out from his laps because of how intense the kiss was. My body was heating up, and I found myself pressing my centre harder against his bulge.

Xavier groaned in my mouth, and that alone was hot.

He pulled away so suddenly like something pushed him or like I hurt him. Wait, did I? "Are you okay." I asked, breathless from the kiss. Xavier looked at me for a short while, then nodded. "Why did you stop like that?" I looked at his lips, wondering if I hurt him, which would be possible because this kiss was so intense that I failed to keep up. "Because I'm horny." He said almost immediately. His voice was calm, and I was only shocked at how he was still straightforward. I knew he was horny because I could feel him. And each time I felt him, I wondered just how, you know, big he was. Only because he felt so thick above his pants. In my defence.

He grabbed my waist and lifted me from his laps, then led me to sit on my own. "I need to take a shower." He breathed. I couldn't help staring at that area on his pants, and I surprisingly almost found myself drooling. "Xavier?" I called finally after zoning out for a second. Xavier stopped in his tracks after only taking two steps away from the bed. He was in the process of taking off his hoodie when he turned to face me. "Can... teach... " The words and the question that I wanted to ask him didn't sound like me, I thought of them, and I wanted to ask him, but I verbally, I couldn't. "Teach... " I breathed out sharply, "teach me to pleasure you." I said finally, and my heart skipped a beat at my own words. I could feel my face mushrooming with embarrassment, immediately regretting my words the moment I said them.

Xavier's silence was eloquent, his expression a captivating blend of astonishment and intrigue. I felt an overwhelming urge to retract my words, but his presence emboldened me to continue. Being in his presence transformed me, dismantling my defenses with an effortless grace. He had become an integral part of the walls I once thought impenetrable, leaving them beautifully broken. "I... want... to touch you," I whispered, my shyness rendering me unable to meet his gaze, yet my words flowed with an unbridled sincerity. "I want to make you feel the same qay you make me feel."

I finally gathered the courage to meet his gaze, and his face revealed nothing but utter fascination. "If you're not interested, that's perfectly fine," I said hastily, trying to retract my words. But Xavier returned to sit beside me, his eyes locked on mine. "Would you like that?" he asked, his voice low and gentle. I pondered his question, my heart racing. "Yes," I replied finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "That is, if you you want me to," I added, making my request clear.