close to my dialling heart

39🌹in the haze of desire

🎶go with your hands can you paint my body? Go 'head and brush up on me. Baby, when you own, sign it, do it. I'll be your piece 🎶
                           ~Tyla~
DOVE 🕊

I had my shower before noon was over because it suddenly became so hot. When I stepped out, I saw Xavier sitting on the bed, a surprise since he hadn't been there earlier. I had come out of the bathroom without checking if anyone was around, not wanting to be seen in just a towel. But Xavier was staring at me, his eyes locking onto mine and making my knees feel weak. I wished I could disappear into his closet. I wondered why his bathroom was so far from his closet, and why his bedroom was so large.

I summoned my courage, biting my tongue to still my nerves. My knees trembled, but I hid it well. "Hey," Xavier called, his voice husky, and I bit my tongue again, my face flaming red. I awkwardly craned my neck to meet his gaze, my blinks staccato. "Can I just dress first?" I asked, trying to sound calm. Xavier shook his head, his eyes glinting with amusement. I huffed, feeling a surge of frustration, and walked towards him, clutching my towel tightly to prevent it from falling.

I stood inches from him, but he drew me in, his legs encircling me. His hands settled on my thighs, sending a shiver down my spine. Xavier's gaze pierced through the towel, making me cling to it tighter. "Are you upset?" he asked, his voice low and gentle, referencing our earlier altercation. I shook my head, my face flushing with embarrassment. "I'm just a little embarrassed, that's all," I stammered, my voice barely audible. The proximity of our bodies made my heart race.

"Sorry," he whispered, his eyes burning into mine. I shook my head, attempting to brush it off, but my voice was caught in my throat. He was too close, his proximity making my heart race. His gaze dropped to my hand, still clinging to the towel, and he reached out, his fingers wrapping around mine. "Can I see you naked?" he asked, his smile sly and persuasive. I froze, my concerns evident. "Xavier..." I began, my voice barely audible. I shook my head instead unable to voice it out. He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Were you planning to make have sex with your clothes on?" he teased, his voice low. I blinked awkwardly, my mind foggy. "Well..." I cleared my throat, my voice still shaky. "I don't know." I was in the zone before.

He smiled, but his voice was laced with a commanding intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Take off your towel." Mm? That was sudden. The polite addition of "please" belied the demand's firmness, yet somehow, it only served to heighten the sense of vulnerability I felt. His smile seemed to hold a hint of darkness, a promise of secrets and forbidden pleasures. I felt a thrill of fear mixed with something else, something that made my heart race and my skin prickle with goosebumps. Compared to the girls he'd been with before, I felt inadequate, unsure of myself. Xavier's gaze seemed to pierce through my insecurities, yet he remained oblivious to the turmoil he stirred within me.

I quivered when I felt his hands go under my towel, tracing my bare thighs. "Xavier... " He interrupted. "I'll like what I see. I mean, I have practically seen everything... just in parts." Quite logical. He released one of his hands and tugged for the towel. He pulled it slowly while staring at me as though waiting for me to say something. I couldn't. His eyes looked like they dared me not to speak. Xavier was scary. Honestly.

The towel slid from my torso, and I held it immediately it reached my waist. His one hand that was still lingering inside the towel went straight to my throbbing centre. I felt sharp niddles in my skin when her pinched my clitoris. My whole body turned into melting candle wax, making me let go of the towel immediately  and it dropped to my feet into a puddle.

Xavier laughed slightly. "What runs through your mind? How are you so wet?" I didn't know either. "Wow." He sucked in a breath. His face was crimson now, but I'm sure mine was worse. I felt my face erupting like the volcano on Mount Tambora in Indonesia back in 1815. I couldn't believe this. I was naked. In front of Xavier. Embarrassed. Aroused. God, what was going on? At least I shaved.