Nicole Edwards - Perception

Although Xander would’ve been content to look at her wearing his coat and little else, she’d insisted on getting dressed in the car. Back into the stunning turquoise dress.

Sitting by and watching her had been an added bonus. The woman was so graceful, even when she was maneuvering into her clothing in a moving car with limited space.

As the car came to a final halt, Xander let out a long exhale.

About damn time.

Carson pulled the limo up in front of their complex and Xander didn’t waste any time before climbing out. Once again wearing the sexy dress, Mercedes insisted on walking although he would’ve preferred to carry her. Instead of arguing, because it wasn’t going to do him much good, he just took her hand and remained silent until they reached the front door of his condo.

Once inside though, Xander purposely ignored the fact that she had wanted to walk on her own, and he lifted her into his arms, paying absolutely no attention to her immediate rebuttal.

“Hush,” he ordered. “Keep in mind, you’ve probably earned a few more licks tonight. Enough to keep me busy for a while.”

Mercedes instantly quieted.

“Does it seem like this day will never end?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder.

Xander made his way up the stairs and to his bedroom without saying a word. If she thought the day had been interminably long, she had no idea how he felt right at that moment. Rather than deposit her on the bed like he would’ve preferred, he took her into the master bathroom.

“If you tell me we’re going to shower, I’m going to tell you how much I really like you,” she mumbled drowsily.

“Well, get prepared to like me,” he advised her as he set her on her feet in front of the long vanity.

After turning on the water, he waited for it to warm while he easily undressed Mercedes. Once she was naked, he took his time removing the clamps from her breasts.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned when he released the first clamp, using his hands to stimulate the soft, warm globe while the blood rushed back to her nipple. When he reached for the other clamp, Mercedes gripped his wrist.

“I’ve got to take it off,” he informed her.

“I know. Just… give me a minute,” she said, her breath rushing in and out.

When she finally relaxed, nodding her head at him, Xander reached up and removed the other clamp. Placing his hand over her breast, he squeezed as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. Kissing her was like heaven and hell mixed together. She was so sweet, so damn responsive, but the way she kissed him back made his dick ache all the more. He needed her. But they still needed to get the shower out of the way.

Once the steam began to fill the bathroom, Xander urgently removed his clothes, wrapped Mercedes in his arms and led her into the glass enclosure.

“Oh, God, the water feels good,” she said as the warmth cascaded over them.

“You feel even better,” he told her, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “But don’t think I’m through with you yet, pet.”

In fact, he was just getting started.

“Haven’t you had enough?”

Had enough? Was she kidding? He hadn’t had anything yet, except for hours and hours of self-imposed torture. At this rate, his balls should’ve been glowing a nice neon blue. He was scared to look down for fear they would be.

Instead, he chuckled, amused by her obvious exhaustion. He’d fucked her with a dildo, and she’d clearly forgotten that he had yet to come once since they’d agreed to this just that morning.

He was looking to change that in the very near future.

Xander pulled away from her, looking down into her eyes as he cupped her face in his hands. “Not nearly enough.”

There was the hint of a smile on her lips that made everything seem to right itself. Like all of the events of the last few hours wouldn’t have to be categorized as one big failure because if her smile was anything to go by, he’d at least done something right.

What, he didn’t know.

“As much as I’d love to linger in here,” Mercedes said drowsily, “I’d much prefer a nice soft bed.”

Xander wouldn’t argue because he felt the same way. “As soon as I shave you, we’ll make our way to the bed.”

The drowsy smile on Mercedes’s face flashed to something akin to surprise. Ahh, so she’d thought he was joking about that, did she?

“Turn around,” he instructed, reaching for the bottle of shampoo that hadn’t been in his shower that morning. It must’ve belonged to Mercedes and had been delivered just as expected by his housekeeper, Janelle, while they’d been out.

Reaching for the detachable shower head, Xander wet the long, silky strands of Mercedes’s hair before applying a generous amount of shampoo. The scent that filled his shower was unmistakably hers. He didn’t pretend to know much about flowers, but he could distinctly define the scent of lavender that drifted on the humid air around them.

After washing her hair, he used the conditioner as well and then proceeded to soap her body, taking the time to observe the creamy, smooth skin of her ass ensuring there weren’t any marks. Once he was satisfied, he turned his attention between her legs. When she began to moan softly while he soaped her up, he smiled. She was right back to where he wanted her. Aroused.

When he was satisfied with how clean she was, Xander took a step back before snatching his own body wash from the shelf. He lathered himself, going as slow as he could manage while Mercedes watched him – or more accurately, watched his hands as he thoroughly soaped his rigid erection. He lingered on his cock longer than necessary, but the way her eyes glazed over was almost enough to send him into orbit. He was that fucking close.

He had to stop her when she reached for him.

“Not yet, pet. You’ll get your turn in a minute.” If he let her touch him now, he’d come in her hand, and when he came, he fully intended to be inside of her. Fuck, he hoped he lasted even that long.

“Lean back against the wall and put your right foot on the ledge,” he told her as he reached for the pink can of shaving cream sitting near the shampoo.

“Have you ever done this before?” she asked him, sounding worried.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” he asked sternly. He wasn’t interested in going into detail about his past experiences, but yes, he’d certainly been in this position more than once.

“No, I don’t,” she finally said with a small smile.

“Trust me, pet.”

Xander filled his hand with shaving cream and lathered her mound before dropping to his knees in front of her. The hard tile of the floor would’ve bothered him if he hadn’t been distracted by the pretty picture she made standing above him, her cunt open for his perusal.

Not wanting to draw out the process for longer than necessary, Xander didn’t tease her much as he focused on the razor in his hand. Instead, he worked diligently, reapplying shaving cream when necessary, rinsing thoroughly until she was completely bare.

That was when he knew he’d reached his tipping point.

Mercedes would admit to her fear. Well, not out loud, but she’d definitely admit her nerves were at war inside of her. And it had nothing to do with Xander wielding a razor between her legs.

In fact, that had been quite an experience. The man was precise about everything he did, and shaving was something he was especially good at.

What he was also good at was driving her crazy.

For the last half hour, she’d stood in the shower with him, only briefly able to physically touch his stellar body. Now, as he led her across the bedroom, going directly for the bed, she prayed they would not pass go or collect anything on their way.