He towel dries my hair and starts brushing it out. I look into his eyes, waiting for him to look at me. When he does, I get cold feet and clam up. “What is it?” he asks.
I look at the shower and back at him. “I was going to, uh, you know.”
He laughs. “Say it.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine. I was going to, you know, uh, suck”—I clear my throat—“your penis. Or at least try to.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “You were hurting your knees.”
“So, uh, you don’t want me to…”
I barely get the sentence out before he’s dropping the comb in the sink, putting his hands around my waist and holding me. “I’ll never take pleasure from you that causes you pain.”
Holy fuck, he’s so alpha and controlling. I should be turned off by it—I’ve been independent for more years than I can count—but there’s something about the way he is that has my whole body pulsating for his touch.
I bite my lower lip before sliding my hand across his chest, down his abdomen, and circle my palm around his hard shaft. “So you don’t want me to?”
He grunts and his hips flex toward my hand. My hold tightens on him as he seems to get even bigger.
He pries my hand open and pulls me to the bedroom. He lies down on the bed and pulls me up his body until I’m planted between his knees. “I want you, Serenity. There’s no doubt about it.” He fists himself, tugging from root to tip, and I watch as a drop of precum leaks onto his tip. Instinctively, I stick my tongue out to taste him. And one taste is not enough. I pleasure him, taking him as far down my throat as I can before releasing him. Over and over, until I’m soaking wet again and he’s about to explode.
When his balls tighten under my hand, he pulls me up his body. “I’m clean. I promise I’m clean.”
“Me too,” I say then roll my eyes. Of course I’m clean, duh.
He crunches his stomach as if he’s in pain. “I want to be in you bare… nothing between us. Will you get on the pill this week?”
I stare back at him, nodding my head.
He leans up, kissing me until my toes curl. “Is that a yes, Serenity?”
With swollen lips, I answer him. “Yes.”
No sooner are the words out of my mouth than he has me on my back, has sheathed himself and is pushing inside me. He makes sure I’m okay, and although I’m a little sore, I’ll never tell him because I don’t want him to stop.
He completely fills me and when we both climax, I can’t help but wonder what’s going to happen now. He’s lying next to me, his arms and legs around me and holding me tight. This is all new to me, but surely it’s not always like this. I can’t help but think this is special. Right?
Dusty
It was a long night and I barely got any sleep. Even now, I know I’ll never get enough of Serenity. She woke me again for sex, but I put a stop to that, because I knew she was sore and trying to hide it from me. I used my tongue and gave her two more orgasms before I curled my arms around her. With the sun peeking in the windows, I know I should get up. But I really don’t want to.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I nudge her with my hand, hating to wake her. “Hey, there’s someone at the door. You expecting anyone?”
She opens her eyes and looks at the clock. “Shoot, I’m going to be late.” She sits up and then, realizing she’s naked, she pulls the sheet up to cover her. “It’s probably Jason,” she says around a yawn.
“Jason. Who the fuck is Jason?” I demand more roughly than I probably should. I get out of bed and start tugging on my pants from the night before. Already, my body is tense and I’m ready for a fight. Who is this Jason and why does he think it’s okay to knock on her door at six-thirty in the morning?
She’s all leisure-like and I try not to get distracted as she covers her pretty body with a T-shirt. “He’s my neighbor and he works in the offices next door to the restaurant. He gave me a ride to work last week when my car was in the shop and he’s been asking if I need a ride since then. He probably thinks I work the morning shift.”
The doorbell rings this time and she sighs before walking away. I don’t let her get far. “You’re not answering the door like that.” I take in her T-shirt and too-short shorts, her rumpled hair, and while she’s so damn fuckable looking right now, he’s not going to get to see it. “I’ll get rid of him.” Her mouth drops but I don’t care; I walk past her. I know I shouldn’t ask, but a part of me needs to know. With my hand gripping the doorway, I ask her, “Unless you want him to stick around. I mean if you like him?” I’m never insecure, but right now, I’m not even breathing, waiting for her to answer.