Chapter Twenty-One
I have no idea how long I stand in the doorway with the cool sea breeze blowing into the house, slowly erasing her scent, leaving me no longer engulfed in hints of sea salt and sage. The realization that I’ve been staring down a dark, empty hallway—long enough that any trace of her intoxicating aroma has entirely vanished—spurs me into motion.
The door whines loudly as I shut it. That, along with the creaking of the wooden floors with every goddamn step I take, was sure to wake any light sleepers as I made my way down the hallway leading to our bedrooms: hers on the left and mine on the right, directly across from one another on the main floor. I pause before taking my next full step, questioning if she is still awake. How can she possibly be asleep after all that noise?
Just as I decide to see if she’s awake, the floorboards let out another long creak. The noise reverberates through the whole house, which puts me on edge. If I wanted the whole fucking house to know I was creeping outside her room at one in the morning—lusting after her, craving to see her, or even talk to her for a few more seconds—I would have fucking announced it. Throwing my hands in the air, I escape to my room and attempt to not slam the door as I curse the house. What did I ever do to you? I have been fixing you for months!
My cock begs for release after having Serenity so close all day long. Watching her every move on the beach, every bead of sweat from her body or how the water dripped from her as she rose from the ocean, how her hips swayed slightly more when she knew I was watching her as she walked . . .
Knowing that my watching her brought her pleasure . . . feeling her against me . . . having her physically in my arms after all this time—it sends me directly into the bathroom for a shower.
Water slides down my body as my mind races with thoughts of Serena . . . oh my Serenity. With the feeling of her still on my skin, I pump into my hand, letting the tension build before a groan of pleasure erupts as I climax. Warm cum that I wish was pumping into her drips down the drain to be swiftly washed away by the water. The post-nut clarity awakens moments after cleaning myself off fully and stepping out of the shower.
No amount of jacking off is going to be enough tonight, I think as I wrap a towel around my waist. I grip the handle of the bathroom door, allowing the steam to escape into my bedroom when I hear a small, sleepy voice coming from my bed.
“Hi.”