‘I want you,’ I whisper on an exhale.
‘I want you too,’ she says.
In that same moment, it’s like each of us is nervous about making the first move. Our lips brush together once, twice, then on the third brush we hold, our lips finally locked. Desire for her explodes in my gut. I wonder if she realizes how hard she makes me, how much power she has over me right now. My hands go to her waist, shifting her so that my dick is pressing up between her legs through her jeans. I want her to know what she does to me.
She pulls away, breathless. ‘Do you have…?’ she asks, gazing down at me and her hair frames her face.
‘Yes,’ I say and capture her lips again as our tongues get reacquainted. I think I bought condoms out of desperation and hope, not expecting to have to use them this soon. Now I’m glad I had the presence of mind to go buy protection. I’m not the kind of guy to convince a girl that I don’t need to suit up. And, hell, I’m nervous because it’s been a while since sex involved being inside a girl, but when Serenity whimpers against my mouth, I know she wants this as much as I do. Blood rushes south and I swear if that was the last sound I ever heard, I’d die happy.
She backs up to a standing position. I watch her slowly untie the knot in her shirt. The material drops from her shoulders to the floor. Underneath, her tee clings to every curve. She watches me as she peels it off, lifting it over her head, and it follows the shirt. She’s wearing the prettiest white lace bra adorned with tiny flowers and the sight of her breasts swelling above the lace drives me wild. My body is on fire for her.
Next her fingers drift down to the waistband of her jeans. Serenity unfastens the button with one hand and shimmies the zipper down, giving a peek of the white lace trim of her panties. She works the denim over her hips, sashaying a little left to right, leaning forward to give me a delectable view of her breasts bobbing up and down as she moves. My breath is shaky. She steps outta the jeans and lets them go, pushing them aside with her foot, with one hand bringing her hair over her shoulder.
As she straightens, I swallow. My gaze roves hungrily over her body. The white underwear is stark against her glowing skin. But the way that she’s standing there in just her lingerie, it’s like she’s offering herself to me, and an invisible force clamps around my heart. I gotta have this girl. I want the world to know she’s all mine.
When she turns and walks to the door to the bedroom, glancing seductively over her shoulder, my eyes drift lower. She pauses, runs her fingers down the wood frame. She’s wearing a thong, a narrow triangle of fabric skimming across her hips, the smooth skin of her ass bared for me. Desire roars in my veins. I get to my feet, go to my bag to get the box of condoms, kick off my shoes and follow.
Serenity backs onto the bed. The linens haven’t been straightened out since we were here a couple’ days ago. She gets on the sheets and kneels for me, her thighs spread apart, waiting as I get undressed to my boxer briefs. My knees sink into the mattress as I come to face her. Her hair is still pushed over one shoulder, so I tilt my head, my lips making contact with one side of her neck. She moves her head too, allowing me increased access.
‘No hickies, okay?’ she whispers, and I detect a giggle. ‘Kathleen would hang me out to dry.’
I cease sucking on her soft skin, my lips puckering instead to gentle kisses. My left hand is at the small of her back. I take a sharp intake of breath as her fingers cup my balls, sliding all the way up the length of my rigid shaft, over the black cotton of my underwear. I can’t help myself. I let out a growl as I pull her to me, capturing her mouth again, the heat between us undeniable. I want to take my time with her, yet at the same time, I want to claim her, make her mine, give in to my basest physical needs.
‘Serenity,’ I whisper between kisses.
In a second, she unclips her bra and it falls away. The feel of her peaked nipples against my chest is incredible. My dick twitches in anticipation. I pray I can hold out. My hands move to cup her breasts, my thumbs massaging the taut buds. I lower my head and take one in my mouth at a time, sucking and licking the perfect little pink pebbles, which flourish the more attention I give them. Her hand goes to the back of my head, and she groans with need.
Fuck. That noise. I may not hold out.
I go back to kissing her with the same level of passion and intensity inside the pickup after we’d been to the lake, breathless and eager. She responds, pressing into me, our hands roaming over one another’s bodies. Wordlessly, I urge her to shift, so that she’s no longer kneeling, but lying down for me. She does so, a multitude of pillows meaning she’s propped up, hair now splayed out, meaning she can watch as I hook my fingers into the lace of her thong and ease it down her thighs. She lifts her ass a fraction to help, so that I can peel the material away, her knees slightly bent, her legs slightly open. When she’s fully naked, I can see the folds of her pussy, slick and wet and swollen for me, and that’s when I know I’m not gonna go the distance.
She puts one arm above her head. I love her confidence as her eyes go to my underwear, as if to say ‘your turn’. Straightening again, I take them down, careful not to catch my dick, swollen and rock hard. I get to my feet to retrieve a condom, but when I lower myself back to my knees, she’s there to assist, opening the packet and taking the latex in one hand and my shaft in the other. She takes care to roll it all the way down and secure it in place at the base. Then she goes to lie back down. I watch her arch her back a little, open her thighs a fraction wider, taking both my hands in hers and encouraging me to move forward.
‘Can I touch you first?’ I ask, because the memory of her wet pussy against my fingers has not left me in the thirty hours since I last touched her.
Serenity gives me a sweet smile and nods her head, even takes my hand and guides my fingers to the places they wanna go. Her back arches further as I move against her inner thigh, before encountering her warmth, my fingers tracing the line of her pussy before sliding against her clit. She lets out a tremored sigh, a sign that permits me to go further, do more. Little lightning bolts explode in my balls and up my shaft, my dick flexing, telling my fingers to hurry things along because he’s dying for entry.
I tell my dick to hurry up and wait.
Her eyes are half-lidded as I massage her clit. I find her entrance and slip one finger fully inside before adding another. She’s tight and so fucking wet. Her head tilts back as the pad of my thumb brushes up against her clit. Her breaths are erratic. She moves lower, getting herself comfortable. My mind starts to race as my dick gets more impatient. I shift my body, so that I’m above her and I can gaze down at her face, my fingers still lodged inside her.
‘Jake,’ she whispers, and I’m undone. I’ve hit my limit. The sound of my name on her lips almost sends me over the edge.
My body’s between her open thighs. Most guys I know don’t like missionary position because of the upper body strength required for prolonged thrusting. Us pro-athletes, we’ve got no problem with it, because compared to some of the workouts we’re expected to do, sex in the missionary position feels like a walk in the park.
‘Serenity,’ I say, and her eyes float open. We watch each other for a moment, searching one another’s expressions. She gives me a small nod, as though giving her consent.
Reaching down, I grasp my shaft, edging forward, seeking entrance.
‘Look at me,’ she murmurs, and I lift my eyes. She places one hand against my cheek just as the tip of my dick finds where it needs to be. She opens her legs even wider, tilts her hips as I push, and with complete eye contact between us, I feed myself inside her, as deep as I can manage as her eyes roll back in her head. I immerse myself in the feeling. To be joined with her like this, with her… it’s fucking heaven.
A wince flickers across her features.
‘Does it hurt?’ I ask.
‘No, no,’ is her reply. ‘It feels really good.’
I try to say something, but it comes out as a grunt as instinct takes over, and my hips begin to move of their own accord. I feel Serenity’s thighs shift, and realize she’s wrapped her legs around my waist, and is grinding with me.
