Chapter 14 #3
God, she was perfect. Every fantasy he’d ever had come to life.
Toned from working in the restaurant, her skin the color of cream, her breasts just big enough to fill his hands, topped by rosy nipples that had gone hard with her desire.
He unfroze and pushed his jeans down his legs.
His cock sprang free and bobbed, and Serena laughed joyously.
He found himself grinning in response. It had always been like this with them.
Fun. Hot and sexy, sure, but they’d always found themselves laughing as much as sighing.
He kicked his jeans away and strode to her, grabbed her by the ankles, and pulled.
She squealed in response, flailing a little bit, but he was already dropping to his knees in front of her. He inhaled the scent of her, smelling like rain and earth and everything womanly, then nipped at one thigh, startling a yelp out of her. He looked up through his lashes at her.
“Can I have a taste, Serena?” He barely recognized his own voice. It was so harsh, so guttural.
Her expression went molten with want, a desire that was one hundred percent woman and not the girl she’d once been.
“God, yes,” she said on a breath.
And so he set to feasting. The taste of her was addictive, bringing back memories and carving new ones into every fiber of his being.
The sound she made when he nipped at her clitoris and slid two fingers inside her filled parts of him he hadn’t realized were empty.
He felt himself growing impossibly harder as she writhed beneath him, moans and sighs stoking the fire inside him even higher. And when she tipped, he almost came himself.
She lay on top of the duvet, boneless in the best possible way.
Walker had definitely learned a few things in the past two decades, and every single one of them had been to her benefit.
She felt the mattress dip next to her as he settled in, running a questing hand over her sensitized skin.
She hummed under her breath and rolled to face him.
“Well, good morning,” he said with an easy smile belied by the thick jut of his cock against her leg.
“Good morning,” she murmured, and reached up to draw his head down for a kiss.
She let her other hand drift down, touching, tweaking a nipple, until her hand rested inches from his cock.
He moaned, and she wondered why she was torturing them both.
Then she knew why. He’d taken the edge off for her, and now she wanted to play.
It might not be fair, but it was the mood she was in.
As he kissed her deeply and she returned the motion of his tongue, she traced little circles on his hip, drawing ever so close to his cock before dancing her fingers away. He raised his head long enough to glare at her, a mock glare.
“What?” she asked with a smile.
“Two can play at that game,” he said, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
He dropped his head again. Instead of kissing her, he moved lower down her body until he reached her breasts. He palmed one and circled her nipple with his tongue, then lightly bit and nipped at her, drawing a cry from her throat as she thrust toward him in response.
“Like I said,” Walker said, his breath teasing her tortured flesh. Then, in a quick movement, he raised up, looped her legs around his waist, and thrust into her.
She might have screamed. She wasn’t sure, because the sensation of him inside her overloaded everything.
He was big and full and moving at just the right pace as he thrust in and out, one hand still on her breast, still pinching her nipple.
It was too much, too hot, and she strained against him even as she tried to pull away.
But he would have none of it, and banded her close to him, chest to chest. He touched his forehead to hers and looked into her eyes as his thrusts quickened, as she neared her peak again.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “I’m not going to last.”
It all hit her at once. The sensations, the sound of his voice, hoarse with desire and yet still tender. She tipped over again, and this time she was sure she screamed, and she heard his shout as he followed her.
They lay tangled in her sheets, breathing hard, and even dozed off for a bit.
When Walker woke again, he lay with Serena tucked in front of him, his hand on her belly, anchoring her against his chest. He nuzzled her hair right above her ear and knew she was awake when a shiver went through her.
“Now that’s what I call a good morning,” he said, making her laugh in response.
She twisted in his arms and looked up at him, feathered a hand over his hair and face. “I am in complete agreement,” she said, her voice husky. And that quickly, she drew him in again. He dipped his head and kissed her, then drew back and waggled his eyebrows. “What say we go for round two?”
She laughed and pulled his head down, but before she kissed him, she said, “I love days off.”
They spent the day relearning each other’s bodies, discovering quirks and pleasures they hadn’t known in their teens.
They made sandwiches for lunch and went back to bed, then ordered in for dinner, snuggling on the couch watching a movie while they necked.
And when they turned in for the night, they did it together, in her dream of a bed.