"Oh, that's right. I didn't make the connection, did I? You're the new roommate she told me about last week. I should have figured out who you were when she said she had someone to introduce me to."
"Yeah, when she goes home with Alan, I want you to take me home, too."
He was making a safe situation for us to go home to his house. It would give him an opportunity to take me home, but if I didn't consent to sex, he'd have an excuse for me to stay a while anyway. It was a clever plan. I was thrilled with his thoughtfulness. I had no intention of letting him go home alone, with or without Tara around, but it was a nice gesture.
We followed Tara and Alan when they left the club. Tara and Alan stayed in the living room for about five minutes but realized we weren't paying any attention to them. Tara came over to me and put her arms around me, hugging me goodnight. She went to Xavier, and as she hugged him, she said, "Now don't do anything I wouldn't do to her." He smiled as she winked at him.
Xavier stood up and offered me his hand. He led me to his bedroom. Aside of a few opened, but yet still packed boxes, he had set up his room in elegant softness. He had chiffon cloth hung from the ceiling that covered his bed. Everything was in dark purple and black. He went to his dresser and brought out a condom discreetly, and set it on the bedside table. I sat on the wonderfully soft bed, with the velvet cover over a down comforter. I felt like my legs melted into the softness.
He put his hands to my neck, and slowly drew me to his mouth. Our tongues slid over each other, pushed against each other, and I relaxed into his embrace as his hands went around to my back. I felt a hand slide down to my butt. He ran his fingers over me lightly, then squeezed. It caused my upper body to push into his chest. His hand traveled up to my breast. He cupped the ample flesh and his hand tightened around it. I gently guided his hand to cup my breast without pinching my nipple. I moved his hand to stroke it gently. He was a quick learner. He touched me with expert hands as our kiss seemed to never end. I pulled away from his mouth to move on to other areas of the body I wanted to explore.
His hands caressed my shoulder and back, and he played with the straps of my dress. I gently opened the buttons of his shirt. I pushed it off of his body, and he let it fall to the floor. I pushed him down and put my mouth to his chest. I let my tongue explore the soft flesh, and finally encircle his nipples. He gasped and his back arched up to meet my mouth. The muscle beneath his skin flexed. My body burned and I strained to have as much of my body touch him as possible. I felt his hands pulling on the zipper at the back of my dress. I let him try to help me undress. When it was evident he wasn't helping, I stood up and slowly let the lace dress fall from my body. I gracefully moved in a way that looked like seductive writhing. I slipped the strapless bra off. His eyes looked at my breasts, and his mouth was slightly opened. He continued to watch them as I crawled back onto the bed. His fingers were around them immediately. He cupped them, and squeezed them. His mouth came up to my right nipple and his tongue gently and deftly licked. His nails gently scratched at my back. I arched into his nails, and he dug deep into my skin. His mouth moved from my breast up to my neck. He bit me playfully. When I sucked in my breath, he bit harder. I whined as seductively as I could. He licked and bit in a slow rhythm.
I opened the button of his pants, and he pulled them off. He pulled my tights off of me. I took off the velvet choker and barrette, and carefully placed them on the dresser. I ran my fingers though my hair, until it felt settled. He removed his silk boxers, and we faced each other clothed only in skin for the first time.
He moved his head down below my waist. I kneeled on the bed before him. His mouth closed over my labia. His tongue moved to the spot just under my clitoris. He was an expert at not giving too much direct contact to that very sensitive spot. He sucked and gently lapped at me with a flat tongue and relaxed lips. The tip of his tongue curled up a little as he licked. I revelled in the pleasure for a few minutes. Then I wanted to return the pleasure.
I pushed his head away and laid him back. I brushed my tongue over the length of his penis several times. When the beautiful phallus was glistening, I took the head into my mouth. The expected sighs and moans escaped his lips, proving I still had the talent, though it had been two years. Just as his balls tightened, I stopped. He groaned, and his seductive eyes showed irritation. He snapped out of it quickly, and reached for the condom.
I sat behind him and pushed my breasts into his back. I kissed and bit his back. He turned around and pushed me down to the mattress. He kneeled before me, and we commenced the careful dance of entry. I led him into wet folds, and he pushed at the hole with both delicacy and strength. The slight pain of that first thrust turned to desire as he slowly started a rhythm we both enjoyed. As soon as my body had become accustomed to the thrust of a penis again, I sat up in his lap. I laid him down and put my knees on either side of his body. I controlled the pace for a while. His head fell back, and I ran my tongue over his neck. He dug his nails into my back again. I put my fingers to myself. He thrust upward and I kept up with his rhythm. I felt my legs start to go weak. He pushed me onto my back, and moved off of the bed. He stood and thrust into me, and I let my fingers dance and mingle with the pleasure of his thrusts until I was drawn into my orgasm. His thrusts quickened and deepened, and I heard him gasp. We shuddered together in an electrical storm of sensations.
He discreetly removed the rubber sheath, then laid down beside me. His mouth and his hands roved over my flesh. I gently scratched his chest and back. Our mouths met in passionate kisses. Our night had only begun.
