Nana tiptoed into the living room, a box of chocolate Pocky clutched in her hands and mischief dancing in her eyes. On the couch, Xavier was napping—as he always seemed to be—his chest rising and falling in the slow, steady rhythm of deep sleep.
He looked peaceful. Innocent. Completely unaware.
Perfect.
She'd seen the Pocky kiss game in a drama last night—two people biting opposite ends of the stick and eating toward each other until their lips met. It looked romantic and fun, and she'd immediately wanted to try it with Xavier.
But her husband slept like the dead, and she didn't want to wake him just yet. So... she'd practice first.
Giggling softly, she knelt beside the couch and carefully placed one end of a Pocky stick against Xavier's slightly parted lips. He didn't even twitch. She bit the other end and slowly nibbled her way closer, imagining the moment when he'd wake up and their lips would meet—
She pulled away before actually kissing him, dissolving into quiet laughter.
"Okay, okay, one more time," she whispered to herself, pulling out another Pocky. "I need to get this right."
She positioned it against his lips again, bit her end, and started nibbling. This time she got closer—close enough to feel his breath on her face—before chickening out and pulling away with another stifled giggle.
"Why am I so nervous? He's my husband," she muttered, reaching for a third Pocky. "Okay, this time I'm going all the way—"
"Are you?"
Nana squeaked—literally squeaked like a caught hamster—as Xavier's blue eyes suddenly opened, sharp and alert. There was no drowsiness in them, no confusion. Just predatory amusement.
"X-Xavier! When did you—"
"About five Pocky sticks ago." A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. "I was wondering how long you'd keep playing with me."
"You were awake?!" Her face flamed. "This whole time?!"
"Mmhmm." In one fluid motion, he sat up and caught her wrist, pulling her off balance so she tumbled onto the couch. Before she could recover, he'd shifted positions, pinning her beneath him with his hands on either side of her head. "You seemed to be having fun. I didn't want to interrupt."
"I was just—I wanted to try—the drama had this game—" She was babbling, flustered by his proximity and the heat in his gaze.
"The Pocky game?" He reached over to the coffee table where she'd left the box, pulling out a single stick. "Where you eat from opposite ends until you kiss?"
She nodded mutely.
"Then let's play properly." He bit one end of the Pocky and held it between his teeth, the other end hovering in front of her lips. His eyes challenged her. "Unless you're scared?"
"I'm not scared," she protested, even though her heart was hammering.
"Then play with me, starlight."
She bit the offered end, and immediately the game began. They nibbled toward each other, the Pocky getting shorter and shorter. This was supposed to be cute and innocent, like in the drama—
Their lips met.
But Xavier didn't pull away. Instead, his mouth moved against hers, claiming the kiss with an intensity that made her gasp. The remaining Pocky dissolved between them, chocolate melting on their tongues as he deepened the kiss.
His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting of chocolate and something distinctly Xavier. The kiss that had started playful turned heated, desperate. His hand came up to cradle the back of her head, angling her for better access.
When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard.
"That's how you play the game," he murmured against her lips. "Want to go again?"
Before she could answer, he was reaching for another Pocky, positioning it between his teeth with that same challenging look. This time when they met in the middle, his free hand was already sliding under her shirt, fingers splaying across her ribs.
The kiss grew more intense. His thumb brushed the underside of her breast, teasing, while his tongue explored her mouth thoroughly. She could feel him hardening against her hip.
"Xavier—" she gasped when they broke apart again.
"Again," he said, already reaching for another stick.
This became the pattern. Another Pocky. Another kiss that grew progressively more heated. His hands wandered further—cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, sliding down to grip her hip.
By the sixth Pocky, Nana was squirming beneath him, her body desperate for more than just kisses.
"Please—" she whimpered as his lips left hers to trail down her neck.
"Please what?" His teeth grazed her pulse point. "Use your words, starlight."
"Touch me. More. I need—"
"Where do you need me to touch you?" His hand slid under the waistband of her shorts but stopped there, waiting.
"Everywhere. Anywhere. Just—please—"
He smiled against her neck. "Since you asked so nicely."
In one smooth motion, he stripped her shorts and panties off together, tossing them aside. His fingers immediately found her center, and he groaned at what he discovered.
"So wet already. Just from kissing?" He circled her clit lightly, teasingly. "Or from practicing on me while I pretended to sleep?"
"Both," she admitted breathlessly.
"Honest. I like that." He rewarded her by pressing firmer, his fingers working in the patterns he knew would drive her crazy. "Want to know a secret?"
"What?" She could barely focus with what his fingers were doing.
"It was very hard to keep pretending to sleep." He pushed two fingers inside her, curling them perfectly. "Feeling your breath on my face. Knowing you were so close. Wanting to grab you and show you how the game is really played."
His thumb found her clit while his fingers worked inside her, and she arched off the couch with a cry.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice low and rough. "Let me hear you, starlight. No one else is home. You can be as loud as you want."
He worked her expertly, building her pleasure with patient precision. Just when she was about to tip over the edge, he withdrew his hand completely.
"Xavier!" She nearly sobbed at the loss.
"Not yet." He was already stripping off his own clothes—the soft pants and t-shirt he'd been napping in. "I want you to come on my cock. Want to feel it."
When he was finally naked, she couldn't help but stare. He was beautiful—all lean muscle and smooth skin, his cock hard and flushed and ready for her.
But instead of positioning himself over her, he sat back on the couch and pulled her into his lap so she was straddling him.
"Ride me," he said simply. "I want to watch your face when you fall apart."
She positioned herself over him, sinking down slowly. The stretch was exquisite, and they both groaned as she took him inch by inch until he was fully seated inside her.
"Perfect," Xavier breathed, his hands gripping her hips. "You always take me so perfectly."
She started to move, rising up and sinking back down in a steady rhythm. His eyes never left her face, cataloging every expression, every gasp, every flutter of her lashes.
"So beautiful," he murmured. "My beautiful starlight. Look at you, bouncing on my cock like you were made for it."
The praise sent heat flooding through her. She moved faster, chasing the pleasure that had been building since their first Pocky kiss.
"Touch yourself," Xavier commanded. "I want to watch."
Her hand slid between them, fingers finding her clit and circling it in time with her movements. The dual stimulation was almost too much.
"Xavier—I'm close—"
"I know. I can feel you squeezing me." His hands guided her hips, helping her maintain the rhythm even as her legs started to shake. "Come for me, starlight. Let me see how beautiful you are when you fall apart."
His hips thrust up to meet her downward motion, hitting deeper, and that was all it took. She came with a cry of his name, her whole body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
"That's it," Xavier groaned, watching her face with dark, hungry eyes. "So beautiful. So perfect. Say my name again."
"Xavier—" It came out as a whimper, a prayer.
"Again."
"Xavier—please—"
He gripped her hips tighter and thrust up hard, chasing his own release. "One more time, starlight. Let me hear you."
"Xavier!" This one was almost a sob as oversensitivity mixed with lingering pleasure.
He came with a groan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against his chest as aftershocks wracked them both.
They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync.
"That," Xavier finally said, his voice rough, "is how you play the Pocky game."
Nana laughed breathlessly. "I think we might have added some extra rules."
"Mm. Better rules." He pressed a kiss to her temple, surprisingly tender after the intensity of before. "Though next time, you could just wake me up instead of practicing alone."
"You weren't supposed to be awake!"
"I'm a light sleeper. You know this." His hand stroked lazy patterns on her back. "Especially when my wife is hovering over me with chocolate."
She pulled back to look at him. "How long were you really awake?"
"From the moment you walked into the room." His lips quirked in amusement. "You're not as stealthy as you think, starlight."
"You're terrible."
"You love me anyway."
She did. God, she really did.
"Want to play again?" she asked, glancing at the Pocky box.
Xavier followed her gaze, then looked back at her with that slow, predatory smile. "We have the whole box to get through. And I'm very thorough about finishing what I start."
He reached for another Pocky stick, and Nana knew they wouldn't be leaving the couch for a very long time.
But she wasn't complaining.
Not one bit.
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