Chapter 7 #2
I pick her up again, tossing her onto the center of my bed.
The silk sheets are cool, but the air between us is thick with a heat that’s almost visible.
I crawl over her, my knees flanking her hips, my hands pinning her wrists above her head.
I want to go slow. I want to savor every second of this.
But the way she’s looking at me with a mix of hunger and absolute surrender makes my self-control vanish into the ether.
I lower myself, my mouth finding her tit, my tongue swirling around one tight peak before I take the whole thing into my mouth.
She screams, her back arching off the bed, her fingers curling into the sheets.
I suckle her hard, my hand moving down, finding the damp, scorching heat between her legs.
She’s soaking wet, her pussy slick and inviting, her body literally crying out for me.
“You’re so wet for me, Serenity,” I murmur.
When I slip two fingers inside her, it’s almost too tight to move, and she throws her head back, pressing into the pillows and gasping loud enough to wake the fucking dead.
“Look at me,” I tell her. “I want you to see who’s doing this to you.”
It takes a second, but then those eyes of hers finally open. They’re shiny and glassy from how good it feels, which just about wrecks me.
“It’s you. It’s always been you, Diesel. It was always you.” She says it like she means it, and I know she does. I lose my goddamn mind.
I crash my mouth against hers, swallowing every whimper, every plea, every sweet little gasp she gives me. I’m about to make her mine. For life.
She arches her hips, grinding against my palm as my fingers pump in and out of her tight heat. Jesus Christ, she’s perfect. I want to spend all night just tasting her, feeling her clench around me, listening to her scream so loud the desert animals think I’m torturing someone in here.
“More,” she chokes out, blue eyes wild, hair a tangled mess against my sheets. “Diesel, please. I need you—I need all of you.”
Hell fucking yes.
I don’t answer, just growl low in my throat as I trail kisses down her neck.
I bite her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, and she shivers for me.
Her tits are incredible, and I take my sweet time worshipping them, sucking one nipple after the other, licking and biting, until she’s writhing under me.
“You want it, sweetness?” I murmur against her skin.
“God, yes.” Her nails dig into my arms. “Please. I can’t stand it. Just… touch me.”
My cock throbs so hard it hurts. She begs so pretty, I almost shoot right then and there.
I drag my mouth down her stomach, kissing every inch, worshipping her. I want her wet and desperate, begging for me to finish what I started.
She’s trembling already, but I’m nowhere near done.
I spread her thighs wide and stare down at her perfect, pink pussy. Fuck me, she’s dripping wet. There’s nothing on earth I want more than to bury my tongue in her and devour her until she never remembers another man’s name for the rest of her life.
Serenity’s blue eyes go huge when I lower myself between her legs. She grabs the sheets, shaking like she thinks I might break her. Hell, my sweet girl wants to be ruined. Good. That’s what I plan to do.
I run my tongue up the crease of her thigh, stopping just shy of her clit. Her hips jerk up, desperate for friction. I fucking love the way she’s not afraid to show me she needs it, needs me. She’s panting, making these little sounds that make my cock twitch painfully.
“Diesel,” she begs, voice so broken it almost kills me. “Please. Oh, God, please.”
“Hold on, sweetness.” I grin, slow and wicked, and drag my tongue through her slick folds. She tastes better than anything I’ve ever had. I lap at her wetness, taking my time, memorizing every shiver and gasp. I want this burned into my brain forever.
She nearly comes off the bed when I finally suck her clit into my mouth. Her whole body bows up, a high, keening cry ripping out of her. Fuck, she’s loud, but I want her louder.
I fuck her with my fingers as I lap at her pussy like a man possessed. Every time I curl my fingers inside her, she lets out these wild little moans, writhing all over my goddamn bed. My ears are ringing with the sound of her voice. Music doesn’t even compare.
“Jesus, Diesel!” She claws at my shoulders, digging in like she wants to leave marks all the way to the bone. Fuck, I hope she does. I want to walk around tomorrow feeling every single scratch.
“You give up control so beautifully, sweetness.” I grin against her soft skin, then suck her clit hard, making her entire body arch off the mattress.
She’s shaking now, breathless and desperate. My cock is so hard it feels like, if I bump it wrong, I’ll finish all over the sheets like a fifteen-year-old. I don’t care. It’s worth it.
Another flick of my tongue and she completely loses it. She screams my name as her sweet pussy clamps down on my fingers, squeezing so tight I have to bite my tongue not to lose it right fucking there.
“Holy cow, Diesel, I think I’m dying!” Her words are pure chaos, but her body tells the real story. She spasms around my hand, thighs shaking, hair all tangled, cheeks flushed and gorgeous.
I slow my fingers and let her ride it out, licking up every drop she gives me. She whimpers and tries to pull away, way too sensitive, but I hold her thighs wide and keep going until she’s begging me to stop.
Fuck, hearing her beg me to stop only makes me want to take her apart even more. I finally lift my head and lick my lips, her taste still coating my tongue.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this, sweetness.” My voice comes out rough, damn near a growl. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, eyes half-closed, lips parted.
I waste zero time. I drag my mouth up her soft, trembling thigh, planting a line of kisses, not stopping until I’m at her stomach.
She whimpers when I nip at her hip, and those hands of hers fist in the sheets like she’s bracing for impact.
She should.
I slide up, covering her body with mine, heat to heat, skin to skin.
My cock is lined up at her entrance, and holy hell, if I don’t slow down, I’ll embarrass myself.
Not happening. I kiss her, hard and deep, stealing every sound she tries to make, every single one.
Our tongues tangle. Serenity tastes even sweeter than before, like honey and want, and maybe a little bit of crazy.
I settle between her legs, grinding against her wetness, letting her know exactly what’s about to happen. She arches up, greedy for it, clawing at my back. Hell, if she wants it, she’s going to get it. All of it.
"Please," she whimpers. "Fill me up, Diesel. Please."
I sink into her. Slowly. Deliberately. I watch the way her expression shifts from anticipation to a sharp, beautiful shock as I stretch her open, inch by thick inch.
She’s so tight, so hot, and she’s taking all of me.
I wait until I’m buried deep inside her, my hips flush against hers, our hearts beating as one single, chaotic unit.
"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice breaking. "Did I hurt you?"
She shakes her head, a small, delirious smile touching her lips. "No. No, it’s… it’s perfect. You’re perfect."
I stay still for as long as I can, but the way her pussy clenches around my cock drives me toward the edge. I start to move, long, slow thrusts that make her gasp and moan my name like a prayer.
I pick up the pace, my movements becoming harder, more rhythmic.
I’m pounding into her now, the bed frame creaking with the force of it, our bodies slapping together in a way that sounds like applause.
I’m lost in her. I’m lost in the way she feels, the way she sounds, the way she’s looking at me like I’m the only man left on earth.
"I’m going to come," she cries out, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me even deeper. "Diesel, I can't… I’m going to…"
"Do it," I growl, my own climax a looming, tidal wave. "Come for me, Serenity."
She shatters. I feel the ripples of her orgasm beginning deep inside her, her pussy clamping down on me in frantic, rhythmic waves that send me over the edge.
I let out a low, guttural roar as I explode, shooting deep into her sweet pussy in hot, heavy spurts.
I bury my face in her shoulder, my body shaking with the force of it, the world around us ceasing to exist.
We lie there for a long time afterward, our breathing slowly returning to normal, our skin slick with sweat.
I don't pull out. I don't want to leave her.
I want to stay right here, locked inside her, until the sun comes up and we have to face the world again.
I shift my weight, rolling us onto our sides so I can hold her, her back against my chest, my arm draped over her waist.
I kiss the back of her neck, my lips lingering on her soft skin. The fear, the anger, the rules—they’re all gone. There’s just this. There’s just us. And for the first time in years, I’m at peace.