Page 37 of Serenity
“Genevieve.”
“What about it?”
“Is that your usual? Performing…there?
His eyes bloomed as the question was floated. Recollection coated his features, and a smirk pirated his handsome face.
“Nope. Never. That was a one-time occurrence.”
“Was it?”
“I answered you already. Now answer my question, Bee.” Stern and firm, he issued the command.
Beyond magnificent sex, there was undeniable chemistry. The kind that bent to his every whim and authority. The kind that left me curious about Duke, the man. Not the Duke after dark with kinks and quirks who made women squirt at his will. He was asking for more. Imploring me—us to explore what hovered between us.
Abundance. He reeked of it. Not just in his pockets but in his passion, in his mind, and in the way he spoke. Intense and thought-provoking, his presence, his words, his stroke, felt like a love song.
“It’s yours.”
“It’s mine? I don’t want a piece of you. I want peace with you. I want all of you. Entirely and utterly. Wholly and thoroughly. What about that?”
The way he looked at me. The intensity. So daring and deep. It caused a splitting of nerves and a storm in my heart. We’d been slowly learning one another over the last month. I’d obsessed over what I had since been unearthed. It was impossible not to give in to the request.
Cheeks hiked, I smiled until they hurt. Warm and fuzzy pricked my skin. His gaze penetrated my limbs, causing heat and humidity within. I was embarrassingly wet. A throb erupted between my legs as I counted down the seconds until he filled me again.
“It’s yours. I’m yours, Duke.”
“Mine,” he grinned, dipping his head toward the foot of the bed. The feather-like, tingling feel of fingers against my feet forced spasmodic laughter to drown the bedroom.
“Duke!!!” I squealed, fighting against a mountain of pillows and a sea of a blanket to get away from his unprovoked attack.
WORKER BEE
Never. The number of times a woman had ever sought to tend to my needs. Slowly and assuredly, Serenity was proving herself to be priceless. A rare jewel, she was as invaluable as the peace for which she’d been named.
“Let me take care of you, Duke,” she whispered, pulling away from the bed.
“Start here,” I urged, shifting her thickness toward my growing dick. At a single taste, my need for her was unquenchable. The way she constricted and gripped me. The way she soaked me. The way she purred so sensually. As much as possible, I wanted to be buried inside that pussy.
For the last two hours, Serenity fussed about leaving to assemble a care package from the local holistic store in my honor. In my hierarchy of emotional needs, I hadn’t realized how necessary she’d been. How necessary a caretaker of a woman was. City girl, Mya was hardly concerned when I contracted a cold, much less sniffles. Serenity was different.
A nurturer.
A tender soul. She was sensitive to the needs of others. My needs. A nigga hadn’t been fussed over in so long. Her tenderness and care were like a breath of fresh air. She knew how to sustain and support. She knew how to encourage and uplift. It spoke volumes to the level of maturity and emotional intelligence she’d amassed. We didn’t know each other well, but that lack of familiarity stopped nothing. In diligence, she pursued a desire to care for me.
“Duke,” Serenity fussed but failed to deviate from my request to remain in bed. Schooling a smirk, she crept closer. As much as I ached to massage her internally, she longed to feel my presence, too.
The evidence of earnest leg days made their presence known. Toned and thick chocolate thighs fenced around my waist. After lining my dick up at entry, she sank down, surrounding her heat around my length. Slow and steady, she swallowed every inch, moving me from agony to ecstasy.
“Duke…Mmmh.”
She started rocking, rowing, and moaning slowly. She grabbed both breasts. Squeezing each, she gritted her teeth. The suppleness of her skin, the warmth emanating from within, the sweetness of her cries, the weight of fervor in her eyes. It was all serene. The peaks of her pierced nipples swayed to and fro. Paired with the cascade of curves and the zenith of hips, she set me ablaze. Those bejeweled twins commanded my attention. Thoroughly, I gave it, pulling her closer while rubbing and sucking each unhurriedly.
Leisurely and steadily, Serenity swayed her hips, resting her head against my chest. Her arms roped around my back and held me close. The rhythm she rocked was savorous and dangerous. Gentle and slow.
Undisciplined lips confessed her need for me. Confessed how good I felt, how she longed for me, how she obsessed over me… She felt like the piece of me I’d been missing before I knew it existed. An oasis surrounded by an ocean of honey. My busy bee. Serenity.
She felt like ease.