A Different Kind of Love (Part Two) - Sex Stories

A Different Kind of Love (Part Two)

“Hey,” Xavier’s hands are in his pockets and his eyes areglued to the ground. The word barely leaves his lips. “What are you doing here?” I demand. I avoided talking to him after the filming and I went home, I didn’t plan on seeing him again. “I need to talk to you,” Xavier says. “Come in,” I open the door wider and let him into my house. Sure we fucked, but he’s still a complete stranger. He might be a stranger to me, but not to my thoughts. Xavier sits down at the bar in the kitchen. I stand on the other side waiting for him to speak first. “Why are you here?” I say finally, Xavier didn’t offer anything up. “I think we need to talk,” Xavier breathes. “Do you always harass your sexual partners after filming?” “No, this is definitely a first time thing,” Xavier says, squirming nervously in his seat. I should be glad he’s here, especially since I haven’t stopped thinking about him since the shoot, but something in me is telling me no. “Look,” Xavier runs a hand through his hair. “Did you fake any of it?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, my walls going up. “Bullshit,” He immediately looks at me, his eyes burning with passion. “You told me before we shot that you faked your orgasms. I felt you underneath me, you couldn’t have faked that.” His voice is barely a whisper when he reaches the end of his statement. “No,” I say. “No, Xavier, I didn’t fake anything.” Xavier slowly stars to move around the bar. I back further into the kitchen, not sure what to do. “So you ...

... felt it too?” Xavier whispers. “Xavier,” I whisper. I want to stop him, but I know I won’t be able to, I feel a growing pressure between my legs. I want him. I’ve wanted him since I left that room. “Did you feel it?” Xavier asks me again, taking a step closer. I take a step back, but I’m already pressed against the refrigerator. “Even if I did you know we can’t do this,” I whisper. I look into his eyes. “We can’t do this Xavier, I barely know you. We’re in the wrong line of work.” I rack my brain for every possible excuse, but he’s close to me now. I can feel his breath on my neck. “Tell me you didn’t feel it,” Xavier whispers, his words crawling across my skin. I press my legs together trying to ignore the fact that my pussy is dripping. I look up at him and I find his lips just a hair away from mine. “Xavier,” the words leave my mouth and when my lips move they brush against his. His hand touches my leg and slowly moves up. I press my legs together harder. Fuck. “Do you really want me to stop?” Xavier asks me. “No,” I whisper the words and in moments my lips are on his. He pushes me up against the fridge. I release myself and he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I moan into the kiss, our tongues wrestling with each other. “Fuck,” Xavier says as he breaks the kiss. I only let him stop for a moment before I pull his lips back to mine. Kissing never felt so good. His lips are so smooth. “I need you,” I say as I gasp for breath. “I need you.” A smile flashes onto ...