Page 60 of Serenade Me

She reaches up to run her fingernails lightly over my face and it makes my skin tingle.

I take one last breath and slam my hips forward, my cock driving all the way into her.

I hear a roar, but I don’t know if it’s from me or her.

I pull out and slam myself back into her again.

I watch as her head fall back against the pillow.

“No, don’t look away, I want to watch you come, Anca.” I tell her as I piston my cock in and out of her.

Her brow furrows as she struggles to open her eyes, her hand reaching up over her head to steady herself against the headboard as I thrust against her, her sex taking every inch of me.

“Oh fuck, yes. Marius, I’ve wanted you for so long,” she moans, her eyes dark and filled with lust.

“I know, baby, god, I know, we’ve wasted so much time,” I grunt as my hands come down to grip her hips, anchoring her so I can fuck her harder. I’m losing all sense of reality as the sheer pleasure of being inside her, making love to her, fucking he,r takes over.

“Anca…” I can just hear myself whimper. I’m so close, already, damn, what has she done to me?

I feel her move under me, her legs bending, and suddenly she’s squeezing me even tighter. The breath catches in my throat.

“I’m going to come, Marius…” she tells me, promises me, threatens me.

And the thought sparks fireworks in my brain.

“Come, darling, come for me. I want to watch you, feel you,” I struggle to say between my own ragged breaths.

I reach out to touch her cheek, a tender moment before the deluge.

She turns her face and grazes her teeth over the soft pad of my thumb.

“Come, Anca, now,” I tell her. And she obeys.

Unable to keep her eyes on me, her whole body tenses her hips lifting from the bed, her back arching, pushing herself as far onto my cock as she can.

“FUCK!!! Oh god!” She screams as I bite down on the inside of my cheek, holding back my own orgasm until she’s done. I don’t want to miss a single moment.

I watch as she shakes as tremors wrack through her torso, over and over until she falls back onto the bed. I can’t wait any longer I grip her thighs and drive myself faster and faster into her until I feel every muscle of my body tense so hard it hurts and then release.

“Ahhh! Fuck. Anca. Baby!”

“I’m here, Marius,” she murmurs, with the last of her strength, urging me on.

I fall against her when I’m finally empty, collapsing into a heap of sweat and satisfaction.

There’s a roaring in my ears as the blood in my body races back and forth, my heart filling and emptying all at once. When it finally quietens, all I can hear is the sound of our breaths slowing and a soft thump thump in her chest.

“Areyoeeleengokayee,” I think I hear her say.

“Hmmmm?”

“Ahhhoooeelingookeee?” she mumbles, only a fraction louder and no more intelligibly.

“Yes, that’s much clearer.”

There’s a soft humming and lifting of her chest as she giggles softly. And somehow that sound gives me even more joy than what we’ve just experienced. I shuffle up the bed and pull her into my arms, brushing the few strands of hair matted to her damp forehead.

She grins at me; no, she beams.

Like my very own star, shining down to grant light into my life.

“Hey,” she says, sticking to a shorter, more manageable phrase.

“Hey,” I beam back, and she settles against my chest.

And we sleep.