Chapter 7

Whitney whimpered in honeyed desire as Fox slithered his fingers to her skirt, yearning to feel her womanly walls badly. Whitney stared at him, shaking her head, “I don’t want you to tease me, Fox—I want you to come inside … I can’t bear this anymore.” She cried sensually.

“Whitney, are you sure? Are you sure you don’t want a little teaser before we begin, because once this happens, there will be no way for you to prevent me to take it all back.” He questioned, searching through her eyes.

“I’m positive, Fox, take me as I am … I am so ready.” She groaned effervescently.

Fox only smiled and lifted her with his hands as her legs were straddled comfortably on his waist, guiding her to his awaiting bedroom.

Fox had forgotten about closing the door behind him, he was so anxious to give her what she truly deserves. He must confess, this is not what he had in mind—and this was unquestionably not in his plan to get revenge on the two women who had hurt him severely. Anyway, he pursued by laying her down pleasantly on his bed, getting ready to strip off her clothes.

While he was disengaging her attire, Whitney helped him out of his garment as well, imbued about touching him; enamored about him coming inside to heal her damaged wounds. Fox glanced at her uncovered temple in delight with this wily grin dancing on his lips feverishly. His large fingers started toying with her soft nipples that will soon become hard with passion. He rotated his index finger round and round on her left peak, stroking it up and down tenderly, causing it to stand out firmly.

Whitney shuddered in desire, holding onto the sheet while he was giving the same treatment to her other bud. If caressing her body like this is just a sample, she can’t fathom how he would make her feel even more once he come inside her. Her back curved the minute he laved his tongue against her breast, sucking and teasing it by licking the erect area back and forth.

“Fox, are you going to come inside? I am yearning for you … my hunger can’t be contained anymore.” She moaned seductively when he was blowing passionate kisses on her flat stomach ardently.

“Patience.” He stopped at what he was doing, gazing at her intensely.

“I can’t wait any longer, please, Fox, I want to feel you moving inside of me.” She pleaded, looking back at him.

Fox simpered cannily, thinking to himself. It definitely doesn’t take much for her to get in the mood. And she’s so wet in between …my God, she’s so ready for me to come and give her the night of her life. Besides we’re having sex, this can’t deepen into something more. She’s halfway drunk and she probably won’t remember what happened in the morning. We’ll be back to friends again. He was shaken out of his contemplation when Whitney’s voice intervened.

“Fox, I want you now.” She demanded, inhaling fervently.

Fox said no more and dipped his hands in between her thighs, spreading them apart as her damp womanhood was dripping in erotic fever. He recalled on his drawer and rushed to it.

“Fox, what are you doing?” Whitney asked, looking disappointed.

“Protection … I don’t want you to think I am some perverted lecher.” He chuckled, searching for the rubber.

“Fox, if you can’t find it, don’t worry about it. I need you.” She bit her lower lip in sexual craving.

Fox ransacked his drawer and shut his eyes, shaking his head, not believing his luck. I can’t believe I've forgotten to pick some up the other day. He pondered regretfully. Besides, it’s not like anything will happen. She’s probably on the pill. He shrugged it off and treaded over to her as her invitation is still opened to him.

He eased himself into her moist feminine organ meticulously and found the right spot, beginning to thrust gently. Whitney’s toes were curling from the intense shoving he was giving her. Her fingernails gripped into his back as he released a guttural groan from the stinging in his skin. His lips connected with hers; sharing sweet, tender kisses as he grinds into her hot center passionately.

Every intense push was massaging her swollen pearl joyously. Fox slid his upright shaft in and out, driving her insane to the fullest. Her undulating hips were in sync with his. She could feel his emotions were showing through each demonstration as he continues to satisfy her in the subtlest way.

As she breathes out, he breathes her in, knowing every single detail from the movement of her skin, revering how well she is responding to his every command. “Fox, push harder … I want to feel all of you. I want to feel your soul—I want your eyes to connect with mine … I want to see the windows to your spirit.” She cradled her arms around him with her warm embrace as Fox look down on her as his eyes were centered on her.

He reached for her hand absently, clutching onto her palm tightly, pleasing her with his masculine fondling. The moment he looked into her dark brown orbs, her naïve demeanor caused him to be smitten by her. It’s like she’s entrusting him with her heart, baring herself before him, wanting him to take her away from the pain and suffering she’s been through. She’s counting on him to love her on how she needs to be loved—no pressure—just him accepting her for who she is—no expectations—just to be loved by someone who cares about her sentiments.

A stream of water was forming from her eye, trickling down her cheek softly. Fox noticed she was crying, but why? What’s going on in her head? He doesn’t know if he should cease at what he’s doing to her or he should proceed still.

“Take me higher, Fox. I want you to take me higher …” she pleaded in delight, holding him with all of her might.

Fox beamed sneakily and decided to push it up a notch. “Whitney, I love the way you’re reacting—believe me, I really do. And I want to continue seeing this side of you. Are you willing to play it my way?” His breath was seducing the very softness of her mouth.

“Yes, I’m willing to play it your way … what do you have in mind?” She inquired faintly.

“Hey, it’s entirely up to you …” he expressed calmly. “No pressure. We don’t have to …” a small part of him was hoping she would participate in his freaky game.

“I don’t mind, Fox. What is it? What do you want me to do?” She sat up slightly.

Fox inhaled gradually and discharged a slow, but light exhale. “I want you by the wall.” He pursed his lips, smirking jauntily.

“You want me by the wall?” Her voice was barely audible.

“Yes, … unless you have a problem with this …” he chortled casually.

“No, not at all.” She sat up fully on the edge of his bed after Fox had removed himself from her placidly.

“Good, come here …” he gestured with his finger, tempting her to obey him.

Whitney stared at him bizarrely, “In my birthday suit?” She giggled, appearing flushed.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way …” he snickered. “Unless, you’re ashamed.”

“No, I’m not … it’s just I’m not used to-”

“Getting out of bed in the nude. It’s not that bad … now, come here.” He instructed sensually.

Whitney shook all of her frightening notions out of her mind and obeyed his command. “Okay, I’m here now … so, what are you planning to do?” She leaned against the wall, gazing into his bedroom eyes.

“Turn around.” He said, concentrating on her intently.

“You want me to what? …” She pumped dryly.

“Whit, don’t you trust me?” He whispered hotly into her ear.

She pondered for a second and responded, “Yes, Fox, I trust you.”

“Excellent, I want you to turn around. I promise I won’t hurt you unless you’re really willing for me to go that far.” He tittered confidently.

“Okay,” she faced the wall and closed her eyes, waiting to feel what he’s going to do to her.

“Perfect.” He mumbled and extended his hands to her legs, spreading them slightly afar from one another. Fox dared himself to land his fingers in her slick walls.

“Fox, I … what are you doing?” She couldn’t contain her sexual wails to a minimum. Each corner of his bedchamber was surrounded with her beautiful vocal chords, leaving nothing but echoes.

“I’m calming you down, …” he answered genuinely.

Her laughter escaped from her lungs exuberantly. “I barely call it calming me down, Fox. I’m so hot for you …” she moaned again for his provoking caress to persist with charming her.

“Whitney, Whitney, my dear Whitney. You’re going to beg for more once I get ready to give you another electrifying ride.” He tickled her ear with his lips.

“You’re not finished?” She quizzed blankly.

“Hardly.” He laughed with uncontrollable desire, pulling his mouth inward as his erotic urge was aching to taunt her into jubilation.

“Then show me.” Her hand rested on his left quadricep when she felt his swollen manhood went inside of her sweetness, grinding her from behind with tantalizing gratification. Each push was firmer than the last time, and each bump extended her world of intimacy to a new horizon.

“Do you want me to stop?” He questioned, grunting from the lips in between her thighs enfolding his crotch torridly.

“No, I don’t want you to stop. Please me all night long, Fox, I’m not going anywhere … I’m all yours. I want it all.” Her eyes went in the back of her head when he was exciting her G spot immensely. Whitney’s left hand slithered to his left rear, squeezing it tightly, apprising him to keep on going. And she was loving how his body quavered zealously from her feathery touch. The way she was groping him was undeniably cosmic.

She relaxed her hips in undulation as his thickened hardness was thumping on her enlarged jewel wantonly. “Make me feel good until the next sunrise.”

“I’ll grant whatever your heart craves for most. No need to plead … all my time is going to you. Tell me how you like it, tell me how you want it, tell me how you need it, and I’ll do my best to succeed in taking you to another level of stimulating regalement.” He was rocking her with extraordinary heat as their climaxes were rising to the fullest.

As soon as they reached their final destination, their orgasms have arrived perfectly, unleashing all of their emotions simultaneously and they were cuddling in each other’s arms as the orange was meshing in the semi-dark sky from the new sun dawning in.

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Whitney was feeling a little groggy from last night, attempting to regain her composure. “God, where am I …” she murmured, making a face.

Whitey stretched her arms, yawning away, scrutinizing the room around her. She’s not sure whose house she is in; neither does she remember reveling that much alcohol. She didn’t even recall on consuming that much … whatever the case, she knows one thing; she needs to find answers to her puzzling queries. She planted her feet on the floor comfortably, endeavoring to get out of bed, but her body refused to stand.

She trembled to death when she saw the doorknob turning mysteriously; she crept back in the bed and sat there to see who is coming from the other side.

“Good morning, sunshine. How are you?” He walked in, bringing her a tray full of food.

“Fox,” she covered her hand with her mouth, coming to a terrible realization what’s been done.

“Hey, I fixed-”

“Fox, please tell me why I am here in your bed?” Whitney demanded apprehensively.

“Whitney, don’t you remember? We slept together.” he replied in slight offense.

“What? We didn’t, did we?” Whitney wasn’t even sure to retrace all of the images from last night.

“Yes, we did. You wanted me to sleep with you.” Fox positioned the tray in front of her as he sat beside her.

When Fox explained to her what she wanted to know, and that’s when all of her memory from last night’s episode came flooding in. “That is right. Fox, can you …”

“Here, eat up before your food gets cold.” He smiled.

“You had a chef prepare this for me?” Whitney chewed on her bottom lip, studying the scrumptious pancakes, the glass of orange juice, and a bowl of grapefruit flaunting before her eyes.

“Au contraire, Miss Whitney. I prepared this for you.” He announced smugly.

Whitney rolled her eyes playfully, saying, “You cook? Yeah, right.”

“Whitney, does it surprise you because I live in a lavish place that I wouldn’t know a thing or two about being in the kitchen?” Fox asked her, amazed.

“I …”

“There’s a lot you need to learn about Fox.” He leered and snatched a piece of her apple and cinnamon pancake.

“Hey, you’re eating my food.” Whitney smacked his hand.

“I fixed it, so technically, I can have some of your food.” Fox observed her hungrily, desiring to kiss her.

“Fox, why don’t you express what’s on your mind? It’s obvious you want to say something to me.” Whitney hates it when he gives her silent treatment.

“All right, since you’ve stated the ‘obvious’, I will do what’s been roaming in my head.” He advanced forward and locked his sensual lips on hers intimately, which had cancelled her plans from eating, and kept her attention on kissing him.