Page 38 of Serenity
She felt like peace.
She felt like comfort.
“Duke.”
She sang against my ear as my finger slid inside her chocolate star. The addition of the sensation left her speaking in tongues.
“Work the dick, baby.”
“D—D—Duke.”
“Pussy so tight. So wet, syrupy, and gushy,” I fussed, stirring my finger. “You ridin that dick like it’s yours.”
“I’m cumming again,” she whined.
“Cum on, Bee. I love to feel it,” I confessed, palming a breast and rolling a nipple before popping it in my mouth to suck.
“Ooh.”
Starved. She’d hungered for me. Serenity’s honeypot hadn’t been properly dipped in for a substantial length of time.
While young, she was all woman. All passion. All pleasure. All purpose. But it was time to unearth all play. Locking her down was never the objective but was now at the forefront of my thoughts. I’d had her once, and like a fiend, I couldn’t get enough.
Mine.
I shuddered at the potential of us. Whatever we called ourselves doing beyond the four walls of the penthouse would require a nod of approval from her family.
And then there was Mya.
My future had entered before clearing what was left of my past. Crumbs remained from my marriage. Crumbs capable of staining the present.
“Look at me,” Serenity whimpered, grabbing hold of the lower half of my face. The peak we’d climbed had slowly faltered, knocking us off track. “Where did you go?”
A dark place.
“Nowhere, baby.”
“Duke, you’re getting soft. Your mind is roaming. Don’t lie to me. As a matter of fact, maybe we should stop.”
She slowed her move and groove in favor of studying my face. She’d sniffed me out. Sensed the shift in my energy. Felt it physically, too. The fullness of her lips and the tautness of cocoa nipples got me back on track. My missile regrew inside of her.
“Don’t stop,” I urged, drawing her into a kiss. Eyes heavy, my eager hands pulled her hips forward to feel me deeply.
“Fuck, Duke.”
Grunts and groans were stolen from my throat. The cold I was fighting was nothing in comparison to Serenity. She felt incredible. Made me feel incredible.
“Duuuuuke…”
Serenity kept that up while I kept my thoughts trained on how unbelievable she felt. Included in my next objective were tan lines against her perfect breasts, hip dips, and full ass. Already, I was planning the location for our first adventure together. She’d been wound far too tight. A true workaholic. It was time to uplift, unleash, upgrade, and unwind.
Closing her eyes, she relished the feel of my hands palming her breasts and teasing her embellished nipples. My free hand slinked between her legs as she continued to ride. Continued to scream and cream, making a mess between us. Little gasps were freed as I pinched and rubbed her swollen clit. She cried out when my opposite hand returned that inserted finger and swirled her ass. Inexplicable pleasure drove the stress from her body.
“Duke, you feel so good.”
Uncontrolled trembles erupted in my arms as she came. There was splendor in her body’s submission. In the arch of her back, the thrust of her hips, the firmness of her grip. The sight like a miracle to behold. She granted me total control. I watched her beautiful malfunction as my dick released, too.
Somewhere along the lines of cuddling and fondling, Serenity complained again about leaving. My desire for her closeness muted that noise as my arm wrapped around her limbs. Her absence would be intolerable. We’d gone too long outside of each other’s company. I needed her presence for a little longer. I tossed my leg around her frame, securing her in place, and we both fell into the arms of sleep.