Page 36 of Serenity
“You are—fuck, Bee,” he groaned. “You are.”
Ankles to shoulder, he positioned me, granting him access to dive deep. Ankles to shoulder, he slid in and out my wetness like an eager marine drifted out at sea. Ankles to shoulder, and he pushed down on my lower belly, giving him access to the tip of my uterus.
“Bee, this pussy so sweet.”
Pulling out as swiftly as he began, his head dipped toward my center, where he proceeded to feast. Wild and relentless, his tongue licked and lapped. He spoke to my pussy, asking it why it was so plump and fat. Why it was gripping his dick like that. He sucked on my clit. He rubbed me to bliss. And when I made a mess of his face, he slid back in.
My blazer was ripped open. Buttons flew across the bed, and my cami was tugged over my head. Duke took a long stare at my pierced C-cup nipples and gathered both in his hands. He kept thrusting. Kept pumping. With his knees slightly bent, each movement drove him a little deeper. With fervor and ardor, he was hitting my walls a little harder. The feel of him inside me was pure, unadulterated bliss. I needed this.
I dug into his back, gathering mounds of skin beneath my fingertips. The rate of my heart doubled, then tripled against his relentlessness.
Splendidly and zestfully, he made my body quiver. Heavenly and steadily, his dick delivered. Adrenaline soaked me. Endorphins and oxytocin followed, drugging me. Ashamed by the swiftness of my second peak, I fought against the inclination to cum.
“Give it up,” he gritted against my ear as if reading every thought and not missing a single thrust. “It’s mine. I worked for that shit. Give that nut up,” he coached to the shell of my ear before sliding his tongue inside and signaling my demise.
“Duuuuuuke!”
The limbs of my body went numb and stiff, focusing all its energy on my center. A tightened coil of tension gathered in my belly. All the blood, all the tension, all the feels traveled to the powerhouse responsible for distributing my gratification.
Pleasure spilled from my lips as I cried out his name. His hand fell between us, caressing the button to take me higher. He knew how to rub me in all the right places. Knew how to start slow and increase the pace. My body did as instructed, and helplessly, I erupted, my eyes twitching, legs trembling, heart racing, and breath shaky.
Duke kept rubbing my clit, prolonging the ecstasy, the devilry, the cries for clemency. Forcing multiple orgasms on top of one another, he rocketed me to another plane. It was insane. The man took me to a level of pleasure that felt both dangerous and inane. Eyes rolled backward, hands shifting forward, I begged him to stop. The nonverbal grasping of his arm was fruitless. He persisted in pursuit of every shred of pleasure contained in me.
“Mine. This pussy. It’s mine now, Serenity,” he growled, signing his name with his movements and collapsing beside me.
Unwell, men scarcely knew how to care for themselves. Duke slept like such a man. A man in need of TLC. On his belly, snoozing, snoring, and drooling, he slept like a man deprived of energy. A box of Kleenex and a bottle of Mucinex rested on the nightstand.
Shaking my head from left to right in disdain, I rose. The initial intent was to cuddle and succumb to an inevitable cold, but my body had other plans. I knew better. Knew how to knock out a virus before it tried to take root. Against the heated floors of a bathroom with a walk-in shower and a claw foot tub, I emptied my bladder. Restless, my mind began compiling a list of things I needed to bring back to the penthouse to tend to his cold. Patting my kitty dry and washing my hands, the mental list continued to grow.
Oil of oregano, black seed oil, passion fruit, orange juice, ginger, turmeric capsules, mint tea, mint chest rub, a humidifier, soup ingredients…
Even with the slight disturbance of my weight shifting the bed, Duke remained knocked out. Matching his nudity, I snuggled and cuddled beside him. My head scorned me for being so open to a man I hardly knew. My heart said blah blah blah, bitch just, do you.
The inescapable desire to care for him silenced all reproach. Duke was worthy of my attention and deserving of my care. His energy had been unlike the other men I’d dated or slept with casually. This felt different. This wasn’t just sex. This would be more than casual. This was different. Wholly aware, something in me knew.
Mine.
I recollected the loaded word he’d uttered as he dug into me relentlessly. So many untruths could be told between the sheets. So many unintended slips of the tongue. So many things you couldn’t retract or outrun but this was far from one and done.
This ain’t that.
My heart argued against my head.
Tiny fissures, a river, and slight discomfort made the evidence of Duke’s presence heavy between my thighs. He’d fucked me long, soft, hard, deep, and undeniably well, but drifting back to sleep was not on the agenda of nursing him back to health.
Snores halted, signaling he was no longer sleeping. A single hand fenced around my wrist as I attempted to move from the bed.
“Mine,” he groaned, pulling me back into the bed.
“You just fell inside my pussy and staked your claim. That’s not how this works,” I tittered under the weight of his limbs.
“I didn’t fall in it. If I recall correctly, you came to me. Seems more like you landed on top of this dick.”
A chuckle was freed from my throat. “Suspended in the air…You’ve got me there.”
“I got you there?” He tilted his head and squinted. “I want you everywhere. I meant that shit. I want all of you. Mine. Exclusively. I’m choosing you. What do you say about that, Bumble Bee?”
I say, why the fuck were you hoeing on stage?