Page 105 of Stoker's Serenity

Laughter broke out around the fire, and bottles and glasses were raised. Serenity shrank into my side, her nose and cheeks flaming to match the glow of the fire as I ushered her through the back door.

I stopped outside the bathroom when she went to head into our bedroom, and I liked the thought of that so much – our bedroom. Still, as much as I liked the thought, I shook my head and drew her into the bathroom with me, shutting the door firmly behind us and throwing the lock.

“Suppose somebody has to use it!” she exclaimed and I grinned.

“We’re a bunch of party animals. The guys’ll just go against the other side of the house.”

“Oh my God!” She stuffed her hand against her mouth to stifle her laugh and it was the cutest thing.

I smiled, and went over and started up the shower. She gave me a long slow blink, like she was surprised I was serious, and that I wasn’t backing down. I gave her one of my slow, sexy smiles and arched an eyebrow.

“Get naked,” I ordered, and she just stood there like a rabbit in the headlights so I started first, propping one of my work boots against the closed lid of the john and working the laces out of their secure knot.

She watched me, mesmerized, as I stripped my dirty sweat-stained work tee over my head and tossed it in the open hamper, her gaze thirsty as she drank in the sight of me and I gotta say, when she looked at me like that, I felt ten feet tall.

She watched me undress, shirt, boots, socks, and when I went for my belt, I cocked my head and said, “Serenity…” a reminder that she should get undressed, too.

Her name galvanized her into action, her fingertips flying to the dark wooden buttons on the front of her dress, plucking them through the button holes, the material parting, giving me glimpses of her black lace bra and panty set and short circuiting my brain for a hot minute.

“Stoker?” she asked, amused, and I shuddered like a dog coming out of a pond and got back to work freeing my erection. I dropped my cargo shorts and boxers in one smooth clean movement as she slipped her bra off her body, her breasts free, nipples tightening in the cooler air of the bathroom, the steam from the shower reaching out to caress her.

I’ve never been so jealous of water vapor in my life.

I couldn’t wait to have her in my arms but I seriously needed to rinse off first. I was sweaty and grimy, and while I was down for defiling her hot little body it certainly wasn’t intended thatway.

My cock throbbed as she gave a little shimmy of her hips, her panties skimming over her thighs and dropping to the bathroom rug and I held out my hand to her after I stepped into the tub. She stepped behind the glass doors with me and I groaned with pleasure as the hot water beat a little soreness out of my back and she stepped into me, pressing her body against mine, turning her face up for my kiss.

I pulled her against me and she melted into me. Tongues twining, the pleasure from our joined mouths… there really wasn’t any describing it. There honestly wasn’t any woman who came before who gave me the same feeling. Serenity filled every one of my senses and it was completely indescribable the amount of love, lust, and other things I felt for her.

Her hands smoothed over my water-slick skin and she tore her mouth from mine, breathing heavily, snatching the bath poof I kept in here from its on-demand hook stuck to the back shower wall.

She lathered it up while I stood and watched her in a sort of half-dreamy state from her kiss, shuddering when she ran it over my chest.

That was the other thing. I had never had a woman treat me as well as Serenity treated me. I closed my eyes and let her take care of me for a few minutes, relaxing under her gentle touch as she lightly scrubbed the grime of sweat and hard labor from my skin.

I sucked in a sharp breath and held it when her fingers wrapped lightly around my cock and she began to stroke me. Root to tip and back down, adding a bit of a twist at the wrist, her soap-slick fingers expertly played me, and I didn’t have any complaints.

I was so turned on that I warned her, “Not gonna last long, baby but I’m gonna make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to make anything up to me,” she said, so quietly I almost didn’t hear her over the working showerhead. “I just want you to feel good.”

I grunted and drew in a deep breath, the air passing through my nose and deep into my lungs as if filling an endless well. I gasped, my breath cut off as the pleasure surged, my balls giving a deep and satisfying – I don’t know. The sensation was like an ache, but different somehow, as if an ache could be less pain and more pleasure.

I reached out a hand and braced it against the shower wall, the other gripping her shoulder, my thumb smoothing against her skin as, with every stroke, she brought me closer and closer to going off like a shot.

Fuck, when I came, it was so damn hard I saw white stars flitting at the edges of my vision and her lovely face swam in a fog created by a haze of pure euphoria as my come spilled hot and heavy over the back of her hand and ran down her wrist.

“I fucking love you so hard,” I growled, reaching for her, murmuring, “Your turn,” just before I let my mouth devour her lips as if it was the last kiss I would ever get.

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Serenity…

He backed me into the corner and I laughed, delighted. His mouth dropped kisses against my skin, warming me through in the cooler atmosphere of his house – our house. ‘I needed to turn down the air conditioning’ was the last rational thought I had before he pressed me back into the corner and lifted my legs over his shoulders.

I swear, his mouth against my pussy was his favorite place to be during sex and I was so not even complaining. I did, however, feel a little guilty that all I’d managed to give him by way of foreplay this time was – in my estimate anyway – a sad hand job.

He lavished his tongue over me and I gasped, throwing my head back and bracing it against the wall, secure that he held me fast and I wouldn’t fall. I trusted him to hold me up, to not drop me, and he had never and probably would never disappoint on that front – no matter what iteration or form it took. My fingers wound through the long, wet strands of his hair, pulling his mouth tighter against my body as he darted his tongue in and out of me, teasing me, pleasing me, in every way that stoked the fires of my desire without outright pouring gasoline on it.

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