Elena's breathing was still shaky, her body limp in Xavier's arms. However, slowly and timidly, she slid down from his arms, her eyes never leaving his. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the waistband of his pants.
Xavier stiffened, his breath hitching. "Elena…"
She didn't reply. Her cheeks burned red, but she kept going, her hands shaky but determined.
"I… I want to," she whispered, almost too quietly to hear, and before he could protest, she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss just above his hip.
"Are you sure?" Xavier's breath came in uneven gasps as he asked, and she nodded.
Elena's whole body heated when she took off Xavier's pants and his dick sprang out. She was startled at first and flinched just a little as she didn't expect to see it so mighty and veiny.
Heavens! She must have been mad to dream about having sex with the two men—she wasn't even sure she could handle one anymore. It looked too big and she was certain it wouldn't fit.
