Chapter Twenty-three #2
His fingers kept moving inside me, sending me somewhere far beyond the room.
Even with pleasure threatening to steal my thoughts, one thing was clear deep in my heart—I trusted him.
Trusted him enough to give him my heart all over again.
I’d already surrendered the moment I found peace in his arms and fell asleep against his chest. I’d let go, stopped fighting the love I felt for him. Now, all I wanted was to show him that.
I turned, meeting his gaze, and found nothing but honesty and deep hunger, the same emotions blazing in my own heart.
Our lips hovered just inches apart, our breaths mingling and brushing over each other’s mouths.
My heart pounded, matching his. I could hear his blood rushing in his veins.
The way he looked at me, with so much love and devotion, I knew I wanted him. I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
My clay-covered hand slipped free and landed on his cheek, pulling him even closer.
“Please… just don’t break my heart again, baby,” I whispered against his lips.
His whole face lit up when understanding of what I meant hit him.
“Never again. I won’t break it again,” he said, then crashed his lips to mine.
In that moment, the world stopped turning because my heart exploded. He pressed his clay-covered hand to my cheek, caressing me gently, keeping my mouth right where he wanted it. He kissed me first with patience, lips gliding up, then down.
“Thank you for letting me love you…”
He bit my lower lip softly, then his tongue begged for entrance. My lips parted, and his tongue slid into my mouth.
“Mmm…”
His groans mixed with my moans as the kiss grew deeper, more demanding.
I felt my heart split apart, but somehow, it felt as if he was putting the pieces back together.
His kiss made me feel whole, like he was reconciling me with the part of myself that didn’t believe in love or happiness anymore.
His tongue slid over mine with hunger, and I kissed him back just as fiercely.
“You taste so good, baby. I missed this… I missed you. I’m… hmmm… I’m never letting you go again, my love,” he whispered between breaths, before kissing me even more deeply.
Each kiss was deep and consuming, his whole soul pouring into it. While our mouths met, his fingers began to move inside me again, exploring me.
“Oh… fuck… baby…”
“I want to fuck you so bad, Serenity,” he sighed.
“Please,” I begged softly because I couldn’t stand waiting anymore.
He let go of me, stood up, and yanked down his sweatpants and boxers with an urgency that matched my own. Then he sat back down, completely naked, his dick hard and ready for me.
“Come sit on this dick, baby.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I slid my thong down, giving him full access to my pussy, and straddled his lap. Then slowly, I sank down onto his dick, feeling myself stretch around him, every inch making me ache for more.
“Fuuuuuckkk… I missed this pussy, Serenity,” he groaned as my pussy clamped tight around his dick, heat flooding us both.
He peeled off my nighty, leaving me naked to his eyes, then gripped my hips.
“Ride me, Mama,” he said, his gaze intense.
Without hesitation, I started riding him, my pussy gliding up and down his hard length as his arms steadied my rhythm.
“Oh fuckkk… Konflict… I missed this dick… It feels so good.”
I nearly cried because God I’d missed this.
Missed us. The only difference now was I was fucking my man without a mask.
I could see every expression on his face, how his eyes turned glassy when he got lost in my pussy, how his lips parted for those deep, guttural groans.
Every emotion played out in those dark brown eyes.
And his voice, God! His real voice was low, deep, and rough in my ear, so much better than the one with the voice modulator.
Everything was so intense I almost came on the spot. I was losing my mind.
“You missed this dick, huh baby? Hmmmm… then take it. I love how you ride it… Yesssss… just like that… up and down… You’re doing such a good job, baby… This pussy feels so good…”
I rolled my hips, taking him even deeper. Eyes closed, I was lost in pure bliss, touching Heaven. Konflict held my hips up, then started fucking my pussy from below, hard and deep.
“Hmmm… ahhhh… baby… fuck me… oh fuck… fuck me hard, Konflict,” I moaned, tilting my head back.
“Yeah? You want me to give it to you harder?”
“Yes… Please…”
Suddenly, I felt him lift me off the bench. Konflict stood up, carrying me with him. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. He walked me across the room and pinned me hard against the wall, fucking me wild—deep, rough, and harder so much harder.
He fucked and fucked and fucked me so good, I saw stars.
“Oh my God, so good baby.”
He leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“I love you, Serenity.”
My heart exploded. I’d dreamed of hearing those words from him so many times, I’d almost given up hope. Nothing compared to hearing the man I’d loved for years finally say it. The impact hit me so hard the pleasure doubled. I started crying uncontrollably as I came all over his dick.
“Fuck… Don’t cry baby. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you how much I love you.”
Thrust… thrust… thrust.
“I fucking love everything about you, Serenity. Everything from head to toe. I’m in love with your body, your spirit, and your soul.”
Thrust… thrust… thrust.
“Konflict… Oh my God… I’m… I’m coming baby…”
“Yeah, come for me, Mama.”
I came again in his arms, clinging to him as he kissed me and held me tight. We were both smeared with clay, but neither of us cared. Konflict carried me out of the room, his dick still buried deep inside me, and took me all the way to the bow of the yacht.
“Where are we going?” I asked, as the cool night air whipped across our skin.
Konflict sat on the edge of the yacht, his legs hanging over the side with me still in his lap. A wave of panic rushed through me as I glanced down, realizing just how easy it would be to fall with the slightest wrong move.
“Relax, Mama. I just want you to trust me. Trust that I won’t let you down, not here and not ever in our life together. I just want you to see that you can ride with me, even if it feels risky, even if it’s dangerous. I got you, baby. I’m never letting you down, ever. Can you trust me?”
My heart pounded in my chest. Konflict knew how terrified I was of drowning.
I’d nearly drowned twice before, and it turned my fear of water into a full-blown phobia.
This wasn’t just a pool. It was so much worse.
I felt frozen with fear. But his gentle words in my ear, his steady hand on my back, his presence, and the way he held me close, was strong enough to ground me.
He reminded me that he’d always catch me, always bring me back to the surface, just like he had the first two times.
“I got you, baby… You can relax… You can let go with me. I’ll always keep you safe. I’ll always make sure everything is alright. I’d give my life to protect you, baby. I love you so fucking much…”
“Konflict…” I breathed, my voice shaky.
“Can you trust me?”
I nodded, swallowing hard. I pushed aside my fear and put my trust in my man, because I knew he was my anchor, my shelter, my safe place. He would always keep me safe.
“I trust you, baby,” I told him, my voice a little steadier.
“Good. Now ride this dick knowing your man will always keep you safe, okay?”
He laid back, shoulders pressed against the deck of the yacht, and hands gripping my hips tight. Even with nothing but empty space at my back, I felt safe enough to let go for the first time.
With my hands on his chest, I rode him like my life depended on it. I fucked my husband like I never had before.
“Fuck… Yeah baby… fuck me,” he groaned.
The fear was still there, adrenaline pumping through me, making me move even faster. My trust in him was stronger than my fear but the mix of both was explosive, and you could feel it in how I fucked him—harder, faster, louder.
“Oh my God, I’m coming baby.”
“Yeah? Are you gonna give me that fontaine de jouissance?” he asked as I kept riding him.
“Hmmm yes… I’m almost there.”
“Yes… fuck… yes baby… fuck me harder… Fuck this dick harder… hmmm… make me come, Serenity… I’m all yours.” Konflict groaned as I sped up, riding him harder.
“Yes, yes, yes… oh fuck yes… yes… baby… this is so good.”
My voice got louder and louder, the sound echoing up to the stars, over the water, into the sky.
There’s something different about fucking under the open night, out in the fresh air.
You feel free. Free to scream your pleasure, free to move without shame, free to come as hard as you want, harder than you ever thought possible.
And then, together, we hit that peak. The ultimate high. It was so intense, both our bodies shook.
I collapsed against his chest, completely spent, empty and exhausted.
We stayed there for a few minutes, my husband’s arms wrapped tight around me.
“You did so well, baby… I’m proud of you,” he whispered, his hand lost in my hair, caressing me gently.
Our hearts raced, but the calm between us slowly brought them back down.
Lying there, listening to his heartbeat beneath my ear, surrounded by his warmth, his love, and his presence—that was all I needed.
It was the only thing that finally made me feel at peace, truly safe.
My body could finally let go and rest. As my eyes grew heavy, I whispered the words my heart had been aching to say all night.
“I love you too, Konflict.”