Our mouths search for one another and tangle in a hot mess. “Fuck me, Burke,” I tell him, matter of factly.
Again…why beat around the bush?
We work together to free ourselves of the remaining clothes we wear and dump them on the floor. He pulls the blanket over us, cocooning me under his body. Now that the moment is here, I feel overly exposed and not sure if I’m making a wise choice.
“I don’t have a condom. I wasn’t planning on this happening,” he admits.
“I may have one…inside. You wanna go running through my house naked?” He smiles and shakes his head. “I’m on the pill, I don’t sleep around because I’m too busy at work, and to be completely up front, the last person I slept with was eight months ago.”
“Six and a half for me, and I always use protection. I trust you.”
I swallow and tell him, “I trust you.”
We pause for just a moment longer and then he’s settling between my legs. He caresses my legs and hikes them over his hips. I trail my eyes over his chest and down, down, down until I reach his thick cock, the mushroom head bulging.
His large hand holds the base and slides it through my wet lips. I’m dripping, almost aching for him. He teases me again, coating his tip with my juice, then finally begins breaching my entrance. I watch, completely spellbound, as he stretches me wide. My breath is trapped in my lungs and my eyes are unblinking so I don’t miss one inch. Deliberately unhurried, hedrives forward painfully slow when all I want is to feel all of him at once.
I nudge him to go faster with my foot and wrap my arms around him, digging my fingers into his firm ass. He settles fully in me and we both expel a long breath. It takes us only a second to fall into a blissful rhythm. He rolls his hips, I buck mine, and we let our tongues dance in a passionate kiss.
Every inch of my skin feels like it’s a frayed end of a live wire. My toes tingle, my ears buzz and my pussy begs for more.
“I could get addicted to you Serena.” Burke pants into my ear as I dig my nails into his skin.
“I’d welcome it.” I hear my voice but it doesn’t sound like my own. Burke moves faster, bearing down and grinding against my clit. “Right there. Please,” I plead with him.
He builds a punching tempo that has me crying out in moments. I hear color and I smell numbers. At least, that’s what it feels like in the realm that I’m propelled into. I don’t know if I’m too hot or too cold. All I know is that my body is thrown somewhere between the two as I convulse.
“Serena,” he growls and I snap my eyes open. “Should I pull out?” His voice is strained, sounding painful.
“No. I want to feel all you, Burke.” His body shivers and shakes and he pounds into me with a determined forced.
His teeth gnash and he groans just before his body goes rigid. When his cock pulses, I squeeze my walls, milking his orgasm until he’s tapped out. When he’s done, we lay in silence, only the still winter air lays heavy around us.
“Let’s hope your neighbors are heavy sleepers,” Burke jokes, his dick softening inside of me.
“I’m sure they’ll want to ask me if I heard the wild animals tomorrow.” We smile at one another and end the moment with a kiss.
Can you really say you’re sleeping with the enemy when the enemy is the one who sets you free?
12
BURKE
“I’ll try to sneak out after the girls go to their room.” I keep my voice low as I hide in the corner of the kitchen, away from the girls who sit watching tv in the living room.
“Ok. Just come around to the back. I’ll leave the patio door unlocked.”
“Serena,” I bite. “Quit leaving your doors unlocked. I can knock.” I look over my shoulder to see the girls still occupied.
“What if I gave you a key? Then you wouldn’t have to worry about me leaving my doors unlocked, and I wouldn’t have to get out of bed to let you in.”
I pause, frozen in shock hearing her say that. It’s been three months since Serena and I began seeing one another and we both decided that it would be best if we kept things quiet. Since Aster is living with me, I’m the one who usually runs to her house after she’s gone to bed. I’ve also started “working out” at the gym later than usual and my grocery runs seem to fall at night when most people are home.
The girls have been a little suspicious, but I don’t think they’d have any clue who I’m hiding.
“Are…are you sure that’s a good idea?” I ask.
“That was–I. It’s too soon. I was just talking out of my ass. Forget me.” She stutters.
