Page 31 of Stoker's Serenity

It was like any other bachelor pad. Pretty much precisely how you would picture a rock musician’s bedroom to be – a black blanket tacked over the window, the bed unmade but inviting, black sheets, an orange and black Harley-Davidson fuzzy blanket the only other blanket to be seen.

“Condom?” I asked and he nodded.

“Got plenty,” he said with a half-smile.

I rolled my eyes slightly and said, “Not surprised.”

He pulled me in close and murmured, “Knew you were coming, have to keep you coming.”

It was such a sinfully delicious thing to say. I giggled and he let his towel drop and pulled mine free from around my body, turning me and walking me back until the backs of my thighs hit the bed. I sat down and wrapped my fingers around his cock before he could even think about going anywhere, stroking him firmly in long, sure strokes, twisting my grip, massaging, staring up at him as he took in the sight, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust, his face going slack with peace as he got into the sensation.

When he threw his head back and let out a shuddering breath, I took him into my mouth, taking him as far as I was comfortable, using my hand lower on his shaft to make up the difference. He swept my hair back from my face so he could watch me and I tensed, always afraid in that moment, in the back of my mind, that the man I was with would force himself into my throat, that I wouldn’t be able to breathe. It was an irrational fear, one that had never come to pass, but was always there none the less.

“Easy, you don’t have to.” His voice was low and husky, unintentionally sexy, and he was just plain sexier still for giving me the option to stop, but I didn’t. I teased my tongue back and forth, side to side, along the underside of the head of his cock instead, and listened to him suck in a sharp breath.

“God, Serenity… babe, baby, you gotta stop,” he whispered.

I pulled back and asked, “Are you okay?”

“God, yes, but as good as that feels I’ve never been able to get off that way and I fuckin’ need it. I need you,” he said, and reached into the cubby of the headboard and pulled out a foil-wrapped square.

I took it from him, tearing it open and letting the wrapper fall to the floor. He watched me, and my pussy tingled with anticipation as I rolled the condom down his considerable length and scooted back on the bed, turning so I was on it properly and he could join me.

I lay back and reached for him, and he came to me willingly, eagerly, and got between my thighs.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered, teasing his cock against the seam of my pussy lips, slapping it against my clit. I moaned, and he lowered himself on his arms, sliding up inside me as he pressed his lips to mine.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, arched my body into his by way of offering, and let him love me, knowing nothing this good could last forever. Not for someone like me… so I’d best enjoy his warmth for as long as I could, because nothing good would ever stay.

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Stoker…

Her body fit mine like a glove. Warm and silken wet, she was so soft around me, her eyes tender as she gazed up at me, giving herself over so completely. She was so beautiful, her long hair spread over my pillow, her lovely brown eyes heavy-lidded and filled with passion and I could tell she felt everything just so completely, gave as good as she got, her pelvic muscles gripping me tight, pulling me in, her arms gentle, her hands smoothing over every inch of me she could reach.

She was so present, so fully here with me. I’d never been with a woman who didn’t just lay there and take what I gave her with not so much as a care as to whether Iwas getting off. Serenity wasn’t like that. This was something uniquely different. This was a true sharing, a meeting not just between our two bodies, but our two souls… and I was here for it.

I lay over the top of her, cradling her face, bracing against the bed so I didn’t crush her, but rather embraced her. She climbed my body like a little spider monkey, her arms around my neck, legs around my hips, meeting me thrust for thrust, an enthusiastic partner in sex and I couldn’t ask for more. She was so wonderful, so beautiful; kind, funny, smart, sexy, and cool for me – and yet she didn’t think she was worthy. I could see it in her eyes, in those little nervous blushes, in the way she wouldn’t make eye contact with me, and finally in her little self-deprecating comments.

I tried my damnedest to chase all of those doubts back into the black where they belonged. Tried to tell her with the way I worshipped her body that whatever was past had passed, and that the here-and-now was all that mattered.

I didn’t know who had hurt her, who had damaged her, but I was damn sure going to be the one to keep it from happening again. I’d die before I did her dirty – well, depending on if she wanted it that way or not, if you know what I mean.

“Stoker!”

Her voice sounded desperate and it was the clear desperation of being so close to the fall but just that one last little bit shy of taking the plunge. I worked myself inside of her, climbing to unearthly heights just behind her. Higher and higher, our souls twining in concert, dragons dancing in the sky, beautiful, unreal, points of light flitting and flashing from their scales at the edges of my vision.

“Oh, God yes!”

Her voice was high, breathy with the wind bracketing us as we made that clear, perfect, imaginary fall from euphoric grace where everything became sensation, the touch of her body, the flicker of her pussy tightening around my cock, milking it dry as I spilled into the condom inside her.

The world ceased to exist for several moments as I drowned in the sound of our heartbeats, thundering like wings against the sky as our souls stayed high without us, riding the thermals of the passions we’d just created.

“Serenity…” I whispered her name, a prayer, a plea for her to stay with me. I was past having it bad for her. I may not have known her well, but it was clear to me I needed to learn. I needed to know everything about her and I wanted her to know everything there was to know about me.

She felt far overdue for a real taste of freedom…

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