As I focused on her nipples, her hand went to my dick, gently stroking him back to life. Not that he needed that. Simply being next to her. Touching her. That’s all my dick needed to fill with liquid heat.
For a moment, I wondered how many other men since me had a chance to suck her tits and fuck her sweet pussy. I growled at the thought of it. Mine. Of course, she wasn’t mine. She hadn’t been mine since the day she decided not to run off with me. But that didn’t mean that deep in my soul, part of me still felt connected to her. That part of me was hers, and she was still mine.
I pushed that away knowing it was too soon to be thinking like that. First, she was right in that we were different and perhaps this little tryst would end with us realizing that what we had five years ago was great, but that we couldn’t recapture it.
Good luck with that, I thought. I knew already that even while she might leave today thinking this was a one-off, I’d want more. I’d always wanted more. The fact that during our time apart, there were times I was with another woman, but imagining Serena at the moment of orgasm told me she’d always been there with me, even when I thought I’d put her behind me.
I pushed her back until she lay on the table. “I’m still hungry.” I reached over for the jam, taking a large glop in my fingers and running it over her belly and lower to
that sexy nest of curls.
“Oh!” she gasped.
“You’re already sweet down there,” I said as I lapped up the jam from her belly, dragging my tongue down. I’d feasted on her earlier, but I could never get enough of her sweet pussy.
I flicked my tongue over her clit, loving how her hips bucked and she cried out.
“I’m gonna make you come hard baby. You ready?”
“Yes…Devin…oh, yes.”
Music to my ears. I used her moans and sighs and mews to guide me as I used lips and tongue to push her up and up. Just when I thought she’d fly over, I stopped, moving to kiss or suck her inner thigh. Chances were, there’d be a mark. If there was another man in her life, he’d see that she was mine now.
“Oh God, Devin, don’t stop, don’t stop…” Her hand gripped my head and I knew I needed to give her what she wanted.
I thrust two fingers inside her, and sucked on her clit. Her entire body went taut for a second and then she screamed my name as I fucked her with my fingers and sucked her clit. By now, my dick was aching. Precum dripped onto the floor and chances were good he’d blow all on his own.
“I’ve got to fuck you baby.” I stood, grabbing the condom on the table and with shaking hands finally getting that sucker on my dick. I nearly chucked it and would fuck her bare. In that moment, it was worth risking a pregnancy just to feel her around my dick again. I’d done that the last time and thank fuck she hadn’t gotten pregnant. Then again, maybe if she had, she’d have come to Europe with me.
“Oh God, Devin more…I need you inside me.”
Jesus, when she said that, it always nearly made my head explode. I hooked her legs over my shoulder and lined my dick up.
“Touch yourself baby because I won’t last long enough to make you come again.” With that, I thrust in and sweet mother of God it was like going home. She was so tight. It made me wonder if maybe it had been a long time since she’d been with anyone. Her body wrapped around my cock like it was made for it. Like she was made for me.
Her fingers slid to her clit and rubbed, and it was so fucking hot. “Yeah, baby, make yourself come.” I thrust in and out of her so hard the table scraped back on the floor. I held her hips as I drove in again and again. Need coiled tight in my balls.
“Ah fuck baby…now…now…”
Her hips bucked up and her pussy fisted so tight around my cock I swore I saw stars as she launched me into the stratosphere.
“Yes!” I yelled as the first wave of release shot out of my cock. I pumped in her again, each time amazed at just how fucking good it felt.
Finally, my dick was empty. My legs were noodles. I grabbed the chair and sank down.
“Come here.” I used what strength I had left and pulled her into my lap. Her head dropped to my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her. We sat in the kitchen, her wrapped around me straddling my lap, messy from jam and cum. It was fucking perfect. If only it could last.
But of course, it didn’t last. She’d given me the day, but on the drive back to the city, I could feel her slowly pulling away. When we reached her apartment building, she wouldn’t let me walk her up. She tried to be nice about it, but she was adamant. I wanted to push her on it, but I also didn’t want to ruin the fantastic day we’d had by ending it with an argument.
“I want to see you again,” I said reaching for her hand that she pulled out of my reach as we sat in the car.
“We will during the planning of your parents’ party.”
My dick was fully invested in this relationship, but at that moment, I realized my heart was already latching on to hers because I could feel it crack as she once again pushed me into the client-zone.
I nodded, because what else could I say or do? What I didn’t understand was why. I could ask, but she wouldn’t tell me. That I knew for sure. My only choice was to use the party for my parents as a way to wear down her emotional wall until she let me in.
Project get-Serena-to-open-up started the next week back out at the beach house. I could see when she walked in that she was going to try to make this a work-only situation. Initially I went along with it. After all, the party was real and it did need to go off well, not just for me and my parents, but for Serena and her career as well.