She turns around in my arms until she’s facing me. I feel the transferred warmth of the fire on her body and press myself against the heat as I wrap my arms around her back. She reaches up to place her arms around my neck and looks at me, wordlessly, until my skin is tingling. I watch her closely as she glances at my mouth and licks her lips, and my heart begins to beat faster. I tilt my head and move forward until my lips meet hers.
The kiss is slow at first, but when Seri weaves her fingers into my hair, I press harder, opening my mouth and finding her tongue. Our bodies press together, and I can no longer hide how much I want her. I drop my hand to her hip, holding her against me, and she tilts her head to deepen the kiss as her fingers grip my shoulders.
After a few minutes, we release each other, breathless. For a moment, we can only stare into each other’s eyes. Seri’s cheeks redden, and she presses her face into my chest. I’m sure she can hear the rapid beating of my heart as I hold her close to me.
I have no idea how far Seri wants this to go. My cock aches to be inside of her, and I want to smack myself for not asking Netti how I could summon the other entities inside of this woman. If Iris were here, I know I’d get some relief, but I’m not sure what Seri wants. If she is seeking only the comfort and warmth of our closeness, it might not be enough for me. I want more, but the idea of summoning Iris, even if I knew how, doesn’t feel right.
I want Seri.
I close my eyes and turn my cheek against Seri’s hair, inhaling her scent mixed with the smell of burning pine. Her grip around my neck tightens slightly, and she presses her face against my chest.
“Bishop,” she says softly. She says only my name, but when I wait for a question or a statement to follow, there is nothing.
“Seri? Do you…do you want to…?” I feel like a child without the capacity to express myself, and I’m terrified she’s going to switch to Iris, and that’s not who I want, not now.
She looks up at me with bright eyes and nods.
“I’m on birth control,” she says softly.
“I know.”
“How do you know?”
“I, uh…” Shit. “I just meant, I figured you were.”
She narrows her eyes slightly, and I press my lips to hers again as a diversion.
Moving together, we kneel on the bearskin next to the fire, and Seri reaches for the hem of my shirt. I lift my arms, allowing her to pull it over my head, and she drops it to the side. She runs her hands over my arms, my shoulders, and my chest.
Our gazes meet, and I watch Seri pull her shirt over her head. She reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra, which drops to the floor.
I let out a breath and copy her earlier movements, running my hands over her arms and shoulders first, then reaching for her breasts. I run my thumbs over her nipples, cup her flesh, and kiss her again. As I taste her, I feel her struggling with the button on my jeans. Releasing her mouth, I raise myself enough to push my jeans and boxers down my legs while Seri removes her sweatpants and panties.
Once our clothes are discarded, we kneel in front of each other again.
Seri licks her lips as she reaches down and strokes the underside of my cock. It pulses in her hand, and I tense to keep myself steady. She runs her fingers over the tip, then reaches around to grip my ass and pull me in for another brief kiss.
Shifting her weight, Seri lies back with her feet on the floor, bringing me with her until I feel my dick up against her heat. I reach down, grasp my shaft, position it, and look into Seri’s eyes. As I hover over her, I realize I was never in this position with Iris; she was always on top of me.
“Seri?” I whisper. I need to know. I need to know it’s still her.
“I’m ready.” Seri nods her encouragement.
Relieved, I slowly push forward, burying myself inside her.
We move together rhythmically. There is no rush, just the merging of our bodies as the heat of the fire warms us. I press my lips to her neck, breathing against her skin as I move, and she circles my hips with her legs, digging her heels into my glutes as she rises to meet my strokes.
I caress her skin with my fingers, trailing from her shoulder, over her breast, and down to her hip. I hold still for a moment, stroking her thigh, then bring my hand back to her stomach as I start to thrust again.
Seri runs her hands over my back and then to my shoulders. With one hand on the back of my head, she brings my mouth to hers. She arches her back, and I press down against her, rotating my hips until she gasps into my mouth. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she shudders and cries out.
It’s the most incredible sound I’ve ever heard.
“Seri…I’m going to come.” I still myself and squeeze my eyes shut. “Do you want me to…”
“It’s okay…please…” She tightens her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her. I feel her muscles clenching around me, and the pressure is too much. After only a handful of strokes, I lose all control. My entire body tenses as waves of sensation flood through every nerve. Seri tightens her grip with both her arms and legs, squeezing so hard it tears the breath from my lungs.
She loosens her grip, and I press my forehead against her shoulder, trying to catch my breath. She moves one hand up to the back of my head, slowly stroking my hair.