Her body was like a garden of Eden, lush, sweet, ripe. Knowing this was my only chance to have her for a while, I took my time hoping that with my touch, I could convince her to not shut me out when we left again today.
She pushed me back, and for a moment, I wondered if she’d changed her mind. But then she straddled me, her body taking in my hard cock, her tits bouncing as she rode me. I buried my face in them, inhaling the sweet scent of her. So much of her was like before. Her beauty. Her scent. Her sexy body. Her quick wit. And yet she wasn’t as open and approachable, except in moments like this. When our bodies were entwined, I knew all of her was with me.
“Oh God, Devin…I’m coming…” Her head dropped back and her fingers gripped my shoulders as she rode me hard, seeking her release. It was the most beautiful vision in the world.
“Yes, baby come…I want to watch you come…” I gritted my teeth to stave off my own release that was rapidly approaching.
She cried out, her pussy clamping around my cock like a vise as she came down on me.
“Ah fuck…” I gasped as my orgasm teetered on the brink.
Her moan was long and beautiful as she continued to ride me. “Come with me,” she gasped.
That was all it took. I let go and when she slid down on me again, I was off into the oblivion that only her body could take me to.
I gripped her hips as I pumped my life into hers. Or I would have, but I remembered to wear a condom. But I could imagine all my cum inside her, dripping out of her and it heightened my release.
As we came down, I held back my request for more time with her knowing she’d shoot it down. I felt a bit foolish allowing myself to be happy with crumbs. Didn’t I deserve more? What sort of pussy was emotionally whupped to accept whatever little bit a woman would offer? Me, that’s who.
A part of me resented her for that, and yet, I knew that right now, I had no choice. Not if I wanted these fleeting moments. I had to hope that over time, whatever was causing her to put up barriers would be overcome and we could truly see what if we had something special.
9
Serena
I thought I’d been doing a good job in resisting Devin once we left the beach on my first visit to plan his parents’ party, but on the second visit, I succumbed to his sexy charm again. The worst thing about it was that he’d given me opportunities on both occasions to not get naked, so the only one I had to blame was myself and my helpless hormones.
Back in New York, when I met with Devin, he respected the boundaries I set and I appreciated that. Each time I was with Devin, naked or not, my guilt over not telling about Andrew grew. I had to tell him, but the more that became obvious, the more scared I became. He might forgive me for not telling him five years ago. After all, his mother was the one who sent me packing. But over the last few weeks, and two glorious sex-filled days, I’d learned that while he might be arrogant, he wasn’t shallow and callous like his mother. He wasn’t caught up in appearances and pedigree. It made me fall for him all over again, and so not telling him seemed like an even bigger betrayal. Would he forgive me? If not, would he try to take Andrew from me? Would his mother shun Andrew if Devin sought to claim him? Ugh! I was driving myself crazy trying to anticipate what could happen. And because I couldn’t, I kept my mouth shut.
I finally decided to tell him when his parents’ anniversary party was over. He’d asked me if I’d stay with him in a B&B after the party to celebrate our success. Since I’d arranged to have Andrew stay with my parents that weekend, I could take an entire night with Devin. It would be the perfect time to tell him the truth and hope, against hope that he not only understood why he didn’t know until now, but also, that he’d be interested in knowing Andrew.
The weather was relatively mild for February on the east coast, so we not only had the sunporch set up for the party, but also we’d decorated and set up the deck as well. The living room was elegant in pearl and champagne colors, and the caterers were well at work in the kitchen.
“How about a quickie before my folks get here,” Devin whispered in my ear as I told the bartender where to set up.
“I’m too stressed out to enjoy it.”
“First, don’t be stressed. It’s fantastic, Serena. Really. Second, I feel confident I can relax you.” He waggled his eyebrows at me.
I agreed. He had mad sex skills, but still. “Save it ‘til later, lover boy.”
He flashed me his signature sexy grin.
He was right that everything was going great. My team was as excited as I was to help with the party, so they were in top-notch form. I had a moment of fear when Devin’s parents arrived worrying that his mother might remember me, but I didn’t see a moment of recognition in her eyes. What did that say about her that she’d completely forgotten a woman who five years before told her she was carrying her grandchild? Slightly miffed about that, I busied myself in the kitchen with the caterers, letting my team make sure everything was going to plan in the main party areas.
“The only problem with small intimate parties is that they’re small and intimate,” a striking woman said entering the kitchen and sitting with a large glass of wine at the breakfast bar.
“Oh?”
“I love my parents and brother, but closeness only goes so far, you know. Sometimes it’s like fingernails on a chalkboard.”
Brother? I studied the woman and saw the same green eyes as Devin’s. “You must be Brianna Roarke. I’m Serena Moore.” I extended my hand.
Her smile was friendly. “You can call me Bri.”
That surprised me. Was she like Devin and didn’t put as much stock in class structure?
“I have to admit, I was worried when Devin said he was planning this shindig. But he pulled it off with your help. The pearl theme is lovely.”