Page 103 of Serpentine
My throbbing stomach reminds me I was stabbed recently, but I try not to let her know how much the pain affects me. Because as much as I want her to roll over and go to bed, my body wants her to strip my t-shirt she donned for bed off and ride me until she’s satisfied.
“I can’t sleep,” she replies, grinding her slit over my aching cock.
It twitches in answer to her siren call.
I laugh. “I wonder why you can’t sleep, Bambi.” I hiss as she continues to torment me.
“I think someone needs to help me. I’m too amped up, you see.” Her hips gyrate as she glides herself over my raging erection. I don’t know if I can hold myself back from coming. She has to stop. It’s not the feeling of her grinding on me. It’s the dreamy way she’s looking at me, as if my giving over to her, my being here, is what she needs most in the world right now. I’m her solace, her landing pad. It’s so fucking hot.
“Is that right?” I manage through gritted teeth.
She nods, breathless, as she leans back and lifts my shirt over her beautiful breasts. Her nipples are hard, and her cleft is bare, wetting my sleep pants the higher she takes herself.
“Mhm, that’s right,” she whimpers, cupping one of her full breasts into her hand. She pinches her nipple, and I nearly combust.
“Fuck, Bambi.” The facade of the innocent man slips away as I grip her hips and meet her next thrust with one of my own.
Her head lolls back, and a beautiful song of lust reverberates through the room as her throaty moan escapes her throat. Gripping her hips firmer in my hands, I lift her enough to use one hand to slide my cock out of my pants.
She looks down, watching me as I pump my dick twice. I was caught in her stare. In the pulsing atmosphere of us. I can say it’s her all I like, but this feeling, this need to surround ourselves with a bubble and sink into one another at every turn. This is us. It’s what we’re becoming. It’s what we already are.
I can say I’m falling for her all I want. I can deny the truth to myself when faced with it head-on until the end of time, but it’s now that I realize I am already in love with Aella Montague. She’s the fucking vegetation that’s producing the oxygen for the world to feed, and I’m but a speck of life in that world, needing her more and more as each day passes. She is life. She’s what’s feeding my soul. My lungs. My heart.
When she lines up and slides me inside her, the world tumbles around us.
“Brax,” she moans, and I flip her over, driving deep inside her body where I feel she needs me.
It’s not like our first time or even the lust-filled moment we had in the hospital room with Miles. This is everything I’ve never let myself feel before.
The guard wall is shattered, even if only for tonight. She’s beyond its bricks, dancing before me like a Greek goddess. Like Aphrodite coaxing Adonis into her bed for the eve.
“God, it’s…” her words trail off, but I understand what she means. Each moment we share lately seems like we’re adding boards to a house we’re building together. The closer we come to the end, the more nervous I get because I don’t know if we’ll settle into said house for the rest of our days or sell it off for profit and go our separate ways.
If this is how love feels, I don’t know how people survive it.
Even in the room's silence, only littered with her pants of pleasure, I’m overwhelmed.
Her body grips my cock firmly, and my brain scrambles as I crash my lips to hers, forcing one of her legs up with my hand, pressing into her deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, waves of her walls fluttering around me.
“It’s too much,” I admit, fucking into her harder still. We need more and need it to stop all at the same time.
“Harder, Brax. God… don’t stop…”
As she nears the precipice of orgasm, my body and mind near the edges of somewhere scary. Somewhere dark and murky. Uncharted and unclaimed. I’m becoming a new man with her beside me—a new man in a world where she exists.
“Come for me, Bambi. I can’t…” My orgasm rocks my body, cum shooting into her before I can think twice.
She arches off the bed as if begging for it to go deeper as she comes around my cock.
During this shared moment, it feels as if the world is telling us something.
Like the universe wants us to see how right this is—this thing between us.
When I finally stop moving, I look down at Aella.
A tear slides from her eye and over her face, heading right for her ear.