CARESS

WARNING:

Eh, how old are you? Only kidding, but we have a sexy shii-basa chapter here; innocents beware.

It's softcore, but still, I'm warning you.

🔞Don't worry; I won't tell anyone you were here.🤐😅

"Once again, thank you, Gregory, you saved me from an embarrassing and lonely moment."

"You're welcome," the man's gaze hadn't left Xenia's since he had locked on them.

Xenia turned and composed her code holding her handle; she turned back to say good night only to almost fall nose to nose with Gregory, who now stood a mere two inches away.

When did he move? His steps were soundless.

Xenia's heartbeat stepped up, "Gregory, what are you doing?" she whispered.

The man's eyes said everything; what was going to follow was predictable.

"Gregory, please, don't do this," Xenia said in what seemed to be a plea.

"I need to know," was his reply.

Gregory's body was already against hers; Xenia heaved as she saw him approach his face. She closed her eyes in anticipation. Gregory's hands shifted to pose themselves on her back, gently pressing on her spine, pulling her closer. Gregory's nose nudged hers, and without hesitation, he kissed her.

Xenia pushed open her door, walked backward under the emergency of Gregory's kisses. Once inside, she jerked off her heels, which fell in random areas of the room, and she suddenly stopped and pulled back.

"What's wrong?" Gregory asked.

He hoped Xenia didn't have a change of heart.

"It's just you're the first man I'm with since, you know-, I need a little warm-up time," Xenia gasped for air as she made a rolling movement with one hand.

It wasn't what she wished to say, but Gregory understood. He approached her once more, kissed Xenia slower and longer before stopping.

"Gregory?"

"You've put some pressure on my shoulders, I mean I can't mess up, and have you clamp up like an oyster," he said, putting his hands on his hips.

Xenia smiled; it was the first funny thing she heard Gregory say. She reached out her hands, cupped Gregory's face in her hands, and kissed him. The gesture was unexpected, but it pleased the man who had a little apprehension. Gregory pulled Xenia closer, turning her to unfasten her dress before unknotting the Knouse on her neck.

The dress fell to the ground, where Oasis came to tug and play on it. Oasis then danced in and out of Gregory's legs. He remained motionless, not minding the cat as he admired Xenia's naked breasts, his gaze descending to her seamless shorty.

Once again, Gregory held himself back from the verbal compliment flood. The man took her in his arms and lifted her. Xenia wrapped her legs around his waist as Gregory carried her to the bedroom. Luckily he already knew his way around.

He posed her on her bed where Xenia, on her knees, unbuttoned Gregory's shirt, which the man wished she would rip apart, but things never happened like in the movies.

The scene was real; Gregory was going to let something he didn't calculate happen. He inhaled as he realized his shirt was long gone and that Xenia stared at him.

What next?

They knew the next step, and they acknowledged it with another passionate kiss. Xenia laid back on her bed; her gaze drowned in his. Gregory tried to assess the probabilities, things didn't add up, and it didn't matter anymore.

There were no more doubts as his lips slid down to Xenia's navel, where he pulled on her seamless, shorty, which revealed a clean-cut metro ticket.

Xenia thanked the heavens for having done all her waxing two days before. He kissed her parting her legs as he went. Mouth and fingers, Gregory explained in the slickest of tongues, he was fluent in more than one language, making Xenia grasp her sheets, toes curling as the pleasure mounted.

Her whole body glistened as the drops of sweat started to parade on her skin while she undid Gregory's belt.

They were both sober and no one to blame if the night became a source of remorse. Xenia reached out her hand to her nightstand where she kept the condoms; though she wasn't sexually active, she had a small stock. Louise always left one or two in the bags or jackets she borrowed to go and party. Even if Xenia had a IUD, there were other things to be cautious about, and desire didn't make her unconscious. Gregory's amused eyes as she rolled up the rubber on him reassured her.

It was a small but necessary interlude, which didn't kill the moment. Eyes filled with lust for one another, Gregory gazed at Xenia one last time for approbation.

This time there was no turning back; they had already practiced the dance routine on the dance floor. Xenia wanted to dance with somebody; the partner was here.

They were now two to tango; Xenia let Gregory take the lead to a place of ecstasy. She clung to the sheets at the first thrust from the man. Even though she knew how the workout went, three years of abstinence wasn't negligible. Xenia's lady parts' tightness could make the woman a legend if her admirers in Astoria knew. Now it the woman's a secret that Gregory savored.

Was it the way she moved? Gregory felt liberated from the accumulated tension as the woman unleashed herself.

Xenia was a lioness; her nails gently clawed Gregory's back, who shuddered from the sensation. The heat made their bodies slip and slide like soap in wet hands. From a position to another, it was face to face, eyes locked on one another, that they connected more profoundly with every movement, and still, the timing wasn't perfect for them to reach their climax together.

It was a first; such an exploit as a synchronized orgasm would have been too beautiful, thought the man. Even with the desired partner, things didn't always go the way one wished when it came to sex. They both had a week of work behind them, the wedding, and fatigue lingered. Gregory made a mental note to offer a more outstanding performance next time if Xenia allowed it.

At this stage, all of Xenia's reflections concerning her actions were in a snooze mode. Yes, it was Gregory, a man she thought she loathed, but only fools don't change their mind. And right then, Gregory showed Xenia that the robot could press the right buttons.

After a short pause, the second tempo was about to start. The next time was sooner than Gregory imagined; Xenia took the lead. Gregory beamed; it was apparent Xenia couldn't let him be in command in anything. That's how she was always challenging him.

The woman had to be the one on top and the one who topped. She was unpredictable and wild in a subtle kind of way. It was what appealed and drew him but also what scared him the most. One could not calculate with her.

"You're beautiful," Gregory said as he grabbed her back to pull her close in an embrace, indulging himself in the warmth of her bosom. He had so much more to say, but he wasn't ready.

Not yet.

For now, Gregory couldn't let the night end with a draw. Jamais Deux Sans Trois [never two without three] say the French; he too was a sly competitor, not a fan of fifty-fifty draw. He toppled over Xenia for a 3rd round, which made Xenia moan with pleasure before falling into the most profound and sweetest sleep.