Page 45 of Stoker's Serenity

I went tit-for-tat on the clothing: her top, my tee, her jeans, my jeans, taking the opportunity to brush my palms over every inch of newly revealed skin with each article of clothing I removed. Her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the light sensations and I couldn’t wait to lay her down, to replace my hands with my lips, to taste her skin, to increase the cadence of those soft, breathy little moans of hers.

I guided her to the bed, laid her down, joined her on top of the covers, pressing her down into them as I kissed her, holding my body just above hers as I moved my mouth down over her skin, traveling down, down, down, to my ultimate goal.

I raised my eyes to look up her body, between her full and perfect natural breasts, to meet her deep caramel gaze. Her chest heaved with slow, deep, unsteady breaths as I flicked my tongue gently against her clit. She gasped, her eyes drifting shut as her hips rose unbidden off the bed. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her against my mouth, breathing her in, relishing her womanly fragrance as I stabbed my tongue at her wet and wanting core.

She tasted divine. Salty sweet, the cooling breeze off the water on a hot summer day. Her body shuddered in my grip as she took the pleasure I gave her. I loved that about her; the fact she took what I gave, but not only that – the fact that no matter what I gave her, she managed this overwhelming sense of gratitude for it. It both turned me on and made me slightly angry for her ? that she’d been deprived for so long that she felt the need to be so overwhelmingly grateful it was a palpable thing. That she ever had a reason to feel unworthy of this kind of attention, of feeling good, well, that shit chapped my ass and made me want to blow her mind just to make up for all the other motherfuckers who’d ever failed her.

She gripped the covers at her hips and tried not to writhe against my mouth, and I gotta tell ya, I loved her enthusiasm. She was shy and meek, sure, but only until the clothes came off. Then she was all in, letting all of her insecurities go for the time we were together.

She breathed heavily, the little moans at the end of each exhale music to my ears as I slid a finger up inside her, teasing her walls as they pressed around it tight, suckling at her clit delicately, carefully, trying to make her come for me at least once before I joined her.

God, I wanted to slide my cock up in her. I wanted to feel her wrap around me, warm and silken wet. I wanted her to ride me tonight, I wanted to feel the weight of her across my hips, her body pressing down on mine. I wanted to watch the play of expression through her warm brown eyes as she took her pleasure off of me and gave to me in return.

I wanted it all with my little orchid.

“Oh, God! Stoker!” she cried, and her body tightened around my invasive middle finger just that little bit more. She was so close. A few more swipes across her g-spot, another teasing lick or two and she cried out, sharp and needy, her lithe body arcing as though I passed an electrical current through it.

I didn’t let her down easy, I kept her oversensitive body overworked until she cried out and tried to get away from me. I laughed and hauled her back my way, shrieking, laughing, pulling her into my arms and kissing her soundly, my cock brushing the velvet skin of her inner thigh. I groaned and snatched a condom I’d stashed earlier on her window sill above the bed.

“Let me,” she murmured, taking the rubber disc from my fingers. I let it go and watched her, relishing in her hands on me as she smoothed the rubber down my length with her hands. I sucked in a sharp breath when she unexpectedly followed the sweep of her hands with her hot wet mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Orchid!” I threw my head back, breathless with the feel of her mouth on me. My own ponytail swept across my back, sending shivers across my skin, but I couldn’t resist the siren’s call of those eyes of hers looking up my body. She’d slid down the bed, and I put my hands to my lower back to keep from threading my fingers through her hair. I met her gaze and poured every bit of desire and trust I had for her into my eyes as she eagerly sucked my cock.

She was so beautiful in the dimming light of evening, her eyes sparkling with desire and determination, her back smooth and sweeping up into the perfect curve of her ass. She was like my personal goddess and oh, how I would worship her. She got me so close, right on that razor’s edge, but there was no way I was going to go over, not like that. I wanted so much more.

“C’mon Orchid, I need to be inside you.” I gripped her gently by her upper arms and helped her to her knees. She knelt on the bed in front of me and I kissed her. She kissed me back, following me as I lay back in the middle of her bed. She lay over the top of me and I palmed the outside of her thigh, above her knee, encouraging her to straddle me.

She did, our mouths clashing, tongues tangling, love and other natural drugs coursing through our bodies, a natural high.

“God, yes.” I sucked in a long slow breath between my teeth as she basically dry humped me while we kissed. She reached between us and lifted me off my stomach, angling me to take me into her body. She slid down my length slowly, and I was treated to the most beautiful sight, her face serene, her perfect tits bracketed by her arms, her palms flat to my chest as she rocked her hips and rocketed us both right into the fuckin’ stratosphere.

Her soft breaths, her moans, her feral little groans as I went over a particularly sensitive place deep inside of her ? she took her pleasure and it was a pleasure to watch her let go, be real, and to make her feel so damn good. It was my honor to be here, to be her man, to witness it. To hold her, to be so deep inside of her, to love her…

She gasped and the sound was a different quality than the ones before it. I could tell by the sound, by the constriction of her body around my dick that she was right there, so close, it was only a matter of time or just that last little nudge of my thumb against her clit to send her over the edge, plummeting through that warm waterfall of orgasm.

“Oh, my God! Stoker,yes!” she cried and I decided to hold off, to see if she could do it. I wanted to know if she could come on my dick without my playing with her clit.

“That’s it, Orchid,” I encouraged her from between gritted teeth. God, she was so sexy, her energy so bright… I was so close myself, and I would be damned if I came before her second orgasm.

She cried out again, wordless, a sight to behold, her head thrown back, her perfect tits thrust out, her long thick hair tickling the tops of my thighs. I shuddered beneath her as she squeezed down around me tighter.

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, but I wasn’t going to make it. I slid my hand between us, brushed my thumb over her clit and she cried out again, her pussy throbbing once around me, tightening just a little bit more. I was screaming internally, desperate for my own release, walking a fucking tightwire when she exploded into like a thousand points of light above me. I drove up once to meet her downward thrust, her pussy trembling around me, milking me fucking dry.

She could take it all. She could have whatever she fucking wanted, if only she would make me feel that way again…

She collapsed over me, her breath hot and even against the side of my neck as I held her to me. I chuckled, dark and deep, and murmured, “Look who’s on top…” and she laughed. It was the purest, most musical sound I’d ever heard. Pure magic.

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The night was deep,insect song coming through the window. It was mild enough that the AC had been shut off and the windows thrown open. No need to use power you didn’t need to when it was all money for somebody else’s pockets.

Serenity was asleep against my chest, her arm across my body, curled like a contented kitten, adorable, and completely worn the fuck out. I absently stroked her silken hair while I stared at the ceiling, my mind spinning in lazy circles over the puzzle that was helping her heal. I didn’t know what the fuck to do. I mean, the issues she had were big. Bigger than I’d ever seen and I’d seriously seen some shit – and until she was willing to trust me, to share, I wouldn’t and couldn’t know the scope, the magnitude, of her situation.

“I was in the library,” she murmured, startling me. Thankfully, I didn’t jerk, I just froze up. I thought she’d been asleep!

“The library?”

“Yeah, when the shooting started. I could hear it, all of us could, these loud pops and bangs. The library was huge in my high school, and the way it was arranged, there wasn’t any place to hide, not really.”

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