Cherries with Magical Powers: Part 3
Xavier didn't hold back his emotions, looking directly at Maggie and saying, "The meal was a success. But what really makes this table exceptional is you."
Maggie, unfamiliar with such open statements, blushed and refocused on the person sitting across from her, who was likely still a stranger. She pondered the concept of what made someone a stranger. For now, she decided to disregard this mental loop and smiled at her interlocutor.
"You continue to shock me. To be honest, I wasn't sure what to anticipate when I came here. I assumed the food alone would be worth the story. But this was unexpected. Are you always this captivating?"
Xavier chuckled while answering, "To be honest, I spend more time now with plants than I do with people. So you might need to ask the grapevines their impression of me. But I rarely invite customers from the market to my home, nor do I consider most of them so engrossing."
Maggie, having completed her meal, sipped her wine and jokingly inquired, "Elaborate on my allure."
Xavier pulled closer, tracing a finger along the profile of her face, moving it from her forehead to the side of her jaw and then back under her chin to lift her head slightly towards his direction.
"Mesemedme. Perhaps I can describe for you how it's been watching you savor every morsel of food. How witnessing your enjoyment makes me wonder what your face will look like experiencing other forms of excitement. How I long to map out every aspect of you and discover what triggers your loss of control, and then hold you at the brink of that liberation until you can't help but succumb to those feelings and become completely lost in the sensation of me and us. I have desired you with each bite you've taken."
Maggie gulped, feeling the flame within her intensifying rapidly due to his words. She leaned forward, licking her lips as she moved her head closer to Xavier's lips, and suggested, "What are you still waiting for?"
Xavier stood up and pulled Maggie's hand, bringing her into his lap. Upon her arrival, his hands relocated to her waist and jaw, drawing her into a kiss with which he had been infatuated for quite some time, possibly even the whole day. She couldn't tell.
Maggie felt spellbound. Xavier's right hand slid up her back, gradually lifting her shirt and wandering about her waistline. He satisfied her mouth as his tongue explored hers with seductive grace.
Her hands lingered behind his body, preoccupied by the consistency of his back muscles--not bulky, but strong from his daily work at the farm.
Xavier queried playfully, "Are we doing well?"
Maggie responded by pulling his head back to her face and insistently whispering, "Yes, fine, come here and don't stop."
Xavier chuckled at her thought and replied, "With pleasure" before re-engaging in the lip-lock. He transported his right hand to her chest, having already discovered that her bra had failed to contain her smoothness. His fingers flowed over her outside breast while his mouth continued to entice hers. Maggie's hands tightened against his back and neck in anticipation, and Xavier relished extending the wait, shifting his fingers in smaller circles around her nipple before finally touching it. Maggie's body flexed against his in response, her murmurs drowned out as both their lips choreographed their kiss.
"I want you immensely," he whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipple and bit her lip lightly. "In French, we call this 'la chatte,' like a cat. We know that a cat must decide when she's ready to play. Is your pussy ready to play with me, Maggie?"
Bloody hell, Maggie mused. This guy was going to make her beg for her life with pleasure. She stared at him, unable to stop her body from wriggling around or her breath from halting as she panted softly, "Yes. Please....." trailing off into a soft whine as he pushed harder with his fingers, dangerously close to her clit but also agonizingly far away.
Xavier's fingers made their way past the button of her pants and unfastened them in a jiffy. One hand kept Maggie's head forced towards him, while the other shoved into her now exposed panties, sliding it across her lips just enough to taste the wetness already dripping.
Now it was his turn to groan. Her lady parts were dripping wet. He dipped one finger in between her folds, unable to resist the allure of her sex. Another joined it and they explored her folds as Maggie's legs dug into his legs and the chair, struggling for grounding as she succumbed to the haze. He held her in this position for a moment before removing his hand, bringing his fingers to her lips to offer her a lick.
She sucked them clean, feeling his cock hardening behind her, and as he removed his fingers from her mouth, he picked her up by the waist, rose, and placed her on the floor.
"Get naked," he requested, and she complied while he discarded his own shirt, sacrificing his pants and underwear to the floor.
He took a few moments to admire her before lifting her up again, settling her at the edge of the table they had just feasted on, sweeping the dishes and glasses aside to create a clear space.
Unable to contain his anticipation, he leaned down and pressed his body against hers, his hips sliding in between her legs as one arm grabbed her hip, his fingers digging into her glute, and the other found its way back to her pussy, this time slipping a finger inside as his lips found their way back to her mouth, tracing the boundary of her lips before his tongue claimed it, mimicking the entry of his finger inside her burning core.
Maggie's back arched to draw closer to him, one hand supporting her on the table while the other finally got a chance to grasp onto his erection, her motions shaky from small sparks of anticipation racing through her.
"Yes, it seems she does want to play," Xavier murmured in her ear as he slipped another finger inside of her and used his thumb in a circular motion to lightly tweak her clit, igniting her moans as she tried to pull herself closer into him.
His mouth moved lower to her neck, his tongue licking in a loop around it, then sucking. From the corner of his eye, spotting a tiny cherry sauce puddle on one of the dishes he had pushed away, he scooted his left hand off her hip to swipe a finger through it, returning to drop the crimson sauce onto the turgid nipple, now erect from his ministrations. He moved his mouth back to her nipple, cleaning it completely before heading south to her stomach to catch the rogue drops that had dripped from her nipple.
Returning to deepen their kiss, he muttered, "Duck is delectable but you just might be my favorite foodstuff from now on." And he chuckled quietly as he pulled Maggie's lips into his mouth, their breaths mingling, and his index and middle fingers gliding against the spot inside her that drove her wild, still teasing her clit with his thumb.
It was too much for Maggie. The simmering feeling building inside her bolstered by this teasing, exploded in waves, accordingly shifting her body, crying out with each continued probe inside her and on her clit, bringing on another aftershock. Xavier held her firmly, then plucked his fingers from her tunnel and held them to his face, savoring his prize.
He had yet to satisfy his hunger...not even close. He arranged Maggie back on the table, arranging her body flat on the surface, his legs draped around hers, the tension drained from them.
He spread her pussy's lips, and thrust his tongue directly into her center, feeling Maggie's body shiver around him as she absorbed more pleasure. His hands clamped the cheeks of her bum as he rubbed them along the inside of her thighs and into the gentle crevice between her thighs and the folds of her pussy.
Maggie exhaled, enjoying the delicious feeling of bliss, satisfied but now yearning for a different kind of pleasure – not her own, but his. She eyed him, lying on top of her and whispering, "Au revoir, j'attends, je veux toi. Right now."
Xavier didn't plan to whine about her longing for him, but he wasn't completely prepared to cease taunting her right away.
"Is this what you want? It's lovely here. I could remain, simply watching you heat up while I caress you."
Maggie made the decision to plead.
"Please, mercy on me. I require you. I can't handle it anymore." She moaned as she begged, experiencing another sweep of Xavier's tongue over her vagina, no longer excessively touch-sensitive but now yearning for it.
Xavier was done denying her, and most likely even more so himself. He rose and grabbed his stiff member, already dripping with pre-cum, then led it into her in one sweep. Her pussy, so yielding and receptive due to his attention, only yearned for intimacy. He grunted as he noticed himself completely encased within her body.
It was everything he'd imagined, and as indicated by the moan she made as he entered, and the groans that started as he moved back and forth, the feeling was mutual. He maintained this tempo for a few spasms prior to the angle of the table restricting the depth. He rapidly lifted her and strolled, their bodies entwined, her legs akimbo around him, breath transforming into moans with each step, to the counter she had been sitting on earlier.
He put her there, and guided her body to the edge, appreciating the shift in position and the sensation of her legs clinging to him. He held her face and murmured in a gravelly voice infused with passion, "You are just as tasty as I had imagined you would be," and commenced kissing her anew as he increased the tempo of his thrusts, no longer restricted by the table in his craving.
As his left hand located the back of her neck, his right hand reached the summit of her clit and initiated a steady stroke, inundating her with the feeling of completeness and friction. Her moans deepened to a lower tone and she began to cry out, craving a means to translate the intense waves of energy she experienced with each inhalation.
Xavier was reaching his limit, with the evening of build-up that had become too much. He amplified the pressure on her clit and requested in her ear, "Can you sense your vagina pulsating around me? So close to the border, again. Can you grant her what she craves?"
He quickened his pace even more as Maggie screamed loudly, her body contracting in involuntary flinches, tipped over the edge by his words and the influx of sensations.
As he was about to come, her legs embraced him, keeping him inside her. He grunted, witnessing the moisture covering him as he lastly surrendered to his own enjoyment.
Maggie could feel his seamen filling her, her hips tipping up, yearning for sustenance. She had turned into a puddle. There was only wetness and fulfillment and it felt remarkable. Receiving what she wanted, her legs relinquished their vice grip on Xavier and relaxed at the edge of the counter.
As Xavier came back to reality he gradually withdrew his cock from her body, the activity causing its own plop due to the mixture of their secretions. He gazed around the kitchen, somewhat of a shambles, and at Maggie, her mug reflecting his own contentment, and related to her, "Well, Margaret. I trust my cherries have met your expectations."
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