Vanilla Sex

Chapter 19: Sex and Dessert = Zero Calories

A hamster spinning on a damn wheel. That totally described her current situation. Riding in the Land Rover with Xavier was fun. He appeared to be one of those people who could find humor in any situation. You had to respect somebody like that. There was a part of her that wanted to shout "Hell yes, I will go the movies with you." The other part of her was like "You just meet him.. relax girl." Jesus she needed a drink. What time was it?

As the vehicle pulled to a stop in front of her house her stupid heart started pounding. She grabbed the door to tried to get out, completely forgetting about the damn seat belt. "Stupid seat belt" she muttered.

"Wow, I never seen a woman try to leave my company so fast. " he chuckled.

Lord save her. His laughter sent a tingle down her spine. He reached over and unhook her seat belt. His hand accidentally touching the side of her breast. Damn that was hot, she closed her eyes to try to absorb the sensation. Did the words desperate and needy mean anything.

"Are you okay?" Hell no, she was 8 shades crazy but she wasn't going to admit that. She took a deep breath and open her eyes. Xavier (God she loved his name) was looking at her with concern.

"Yeah, I'm good." She respond. "No! You are not inviting the super villain into you home" she told herself silently, but damn she wanted to.

"What was that?"

Holy shit, did she that out loud? Stupid hormones were going to be the death of her.

"Hmm, yes I will go to the movies with you?" She replied.

He looked at her strangely for a minute. "You're a super villain lover aren't you?" His eyes were lit with amusement and he was smirking at her.

The first thing that floated through her mind was "I am so sorry Thor but I think I am joining the Dark side." Then "OMG, another smart ass."

Xavier continued, "I can be really really bad."

Oh shit, her heart started beating rapidly trying to escape her damn chest. Forget the gym all she needed to do was keep Xavier around. He was better at getting her heart rate evaluated then any cardio circuit she ever did. She could have desert and then have sex with him. It would like totally zero out the calories. No more weight watchers (wait she quit that last year). Oh my God cookies, she could finally have a few. Jesus, she would screw him just so she could eat her favorite treat. It was a win win situation: Sex and Desert.

She smiled, what girl wouldn't go for that? She looked at Xavier, gathered her courage and kissed him on the lips. She intended it as a peck, a good bye kiss, but Xavier's hands grabbed her waist and dragged her towards him. The next thing she knew, that pecked turned into a French kiss and she was trying to climb over the center console in the SUV. So sue her, she was a horny bitch but damn she sort of wanted him. He was hot and funny, a dangerous combination and she suddenly wanted to rub herself against him.

When she came up for air, all she could think about was straddling his dick and riding him. Fuck, the man could kiss.  Jesus, what would sex with him be like?

She leaned in for another kiss. She was no saint. She couldn't say she was sorry because that kiss was just as good as the first. If only she wasn't in a stupid car with a stupid console between. She would probably be blissed out or engage in some mighty fine sex. Yes, she had to agree with Xavier: he could be very bad. Bad in all the right ways. Especially when he snaked his hands into her hair. Xavier knew how to get to second base fast because if she was honest she would definitely let this man feel her up after a scalp message. Of course the man knew how to kiss too. His tongue was amazing which also made her wonder about other things. She was literally panting by the time the kiss ended. It was embarrassing.
"God damn woman, if you don't get out now you are never leaving my car."

She leaned back into her seat and licked her lips.  She could still taste him on her lips.  It was erotic.  Her eyes traveled the length of his body.  Did she say length?  It was an appropriate word, his package was lengthy.   She wonder when was the last time he had sex in a car.  She could unzip his fly and take that nice lengthy cock into her mouth.  She groaned just thinking about how he would taste. 

She heard Xavier growl.  He was apparently able to read her mind. She liked men that had animalistic tendencies.  She liked aggressive men in her bed.

"S.T.O.P. "  he growled before he grabbed her by the nape of her neck and literally hauled her into his lap.  Her head  banged against the window as Xavier's mouth crashed  down on her swollen lips.  His  hand yanked her hair back exposing her neck before sliding his hand down to her breast. 

"WE ARE NOT DOING THIS." He said. To bad his brain forgot to tell his body.   Either that or not doing this was a code sign for "Fuck your breast are hot!"

"More." She whispered
"No more" was his response.

Damn she hated when men teased her. Xavier lips were now on her neck, causing her to groan and his hand had move from her breast to her leg. His callus palm sliding up her calf.

"WE HAVE TO STOP." He said.

Fuck that, who said we had to stop! His hands had now slid up to her waist. He lifted that sexy head from her neck and looked into her eyes.

"Stop" he whispered like it was her fault he was here in this moment. Okay so it was her fault, but he was the one in the driver seat. He had turned an innocent thank you kiss into a hurricane of sensation. This was his fault.

*** okay if anyone notice out of context words, I blame my phone who has a demon inside change all my words to different words. I swear I am typing one thing and another word ends up: Like kiss became cause, swear was swanked.