Page 7 of Wishing for the Lumbersnack
My tongue traced up and down Serafina’s seam, burying inside her folds and flicking against her clit before sucking hard.
She tasted sweet, so sweet, like a ripe peach in the summer, the sticky yummy juices covering my face as I devoured fruit after fruit.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” I hummed against her clit, her legs shaking as her orgasm ripped through her. But I wasn’t finished yet. I planned to devour her for the rest of the night, to take my time and savor my woman.
Yes, my woman. She was mine.
Even if she didn’t know it yet.
But she would. Soon enough.
Her hands tugged at my hair, the sharp stings of pain turning me on even more.
My tongue slipped down to her ass and back up again, wanting to taste all of her. With one last lick up and down, I buried my tongue deep inside her and fucked her with it until she rolled through another orgasm, her fingers gripping my sheets, my name slipping from her sweet lips, as her eyes rolled back in her head.
I kissed my way back up her body, my cock leaking with pre-cum at the thought of being inside her.
“How’d that feel, gorgeous?”
Serafina smiled shyly, her cheeks rosy red, her face flushed from the post orgasm glow. “Amazing.” She pulled me down for a kiss and groaned as she deepened the kiss. She must like the taste of herself on me.
As we kissed and kissed, I rubbed my dick against the inside of her thigh before slowly dragging it to her center and rubbing up and down her now soaked seam. I teased her clit and pretended to dip inside her entrance before moving away again, teasing her over and over.
Finally, Serafina nipped at my bottom lip and urged me inside with hips, one hand reaching down and wrapping around my dick. The hot, little hand sent jolts through me as she stroked me up and down before pushing me inside her, her wet heat sucking me deep inside.
“Fuck,” I cried out as I slid all the way in, and Serafina moaned, her head falling back against the pillows as she spread her legs wider.
I slid out slowly before plunging back inside, teasing her more and more with short, fast thrusts mixed with long deep ones she liked.
“You feel so fucking good. You taste so fucking good. Holy shit, what are you doing to me?” I asked her as I pressed myforehead to hers and kissed her lips, not once breaking the pace. She needed a good railing, and I was going to fuck her so hard every time she walked for the next week, she’d be reminded of me.
“More like what are you doing to me?”
I searched her eyes.
She might not be a woman of many words, but one look and I was ready to give her the world.
I’d give her anything.
She already had my heart and soul.
After a few rounds of sex,we ordered take out and talked between bites of mushroom pizza and mozzarella sticks. I discovered a new side to Serafina I had yet to meet- the talkative one. I could listen to her all night.
“It’s hard not having anyone there for you. When my parents passed away, I was lost for a long time. Cats brought me comfort, so I used some of the money they left me and opened my own rescue. Having companionship and someone to look after gives you a sense of purpose, you know?”
“I know better than I want to.”
A sad silence fell between us. Not an awkward one but one of understanding and reassurance. A validation of sorts.
Serafina sighed, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “Well, I guess I should be going.” She stood up and began gathering the empty takeout containers and plates and bringing them to the trash. Her tank top and panties looked hot as fuck, and I didn’t want her to leave. I wanted her in my bed.
Now and for forever.
“You don’t have to. The night’s still young.”
“I know, but I’ve got an early day tomorrow. Thank you for dinner, for the talk, for everything really. It was nice.” She smiled again as she slipped on her shoes and gathered the rest of her things strewn about.
“There’s a lot more to you beneath the surface. I want to know more. Please spend the night with me.”
