The Adventures of a Schiz and Her Lover

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Xavier wrapped his arms around me as I sat atop him and let my head rest on his shoulder. One hand was on his back and the other played with his soft curls. I had started to doze off when a sharp intake of breath work me up.

I blinked slowly, taking in the situation. Xavier, face flushed, was holding on tightly to my hips. The flesh at his neck where my hand rested was covered in goosebumps.

"Mm?" I grunt, moving slightly to a more comfortable position. As I did, Xavier gasped and then we both moaned at the same time when I felt him hard against me. His breathing became erratic.

"Oh." He held my hips again, keeping them in place.

"What were you doing to me in my sleep that's got you all...?"

"Me? No, you starting swaying against me! Then you were massaging my scalp and mmh." Xavier exhaled as I began moving against him again, his grip on my hips grew bruising. He was trying to keep me still, but I could tell he was going to war with his body about it.

"That hurts," I whispered, stroking my fingers over his knuckles.

"Sorry." He grimaced, holding onto the arm chairs. He was gasping for air, his head thrown back.

"Babe?"

"You're exciting the hell out of me right now and I know I can't move or i'll get carried away."

"Do you want me to stop before you pass out?" I chuckle.

"You know I don't." He looked at me miserably, torn. I raked my fingers up and down his stomach and sides. He made a little whining sound, looking me in the eyes as I tortured him.