Page 30 of Serena
Heading back to the room, I can feel the tension between us, like the fire, it’s crackling in the air. The nearness of him, the touches, the kiss. I want to regret everything, but I don’t. He opens the door, and once we are in, he closes the distance between us. His hands go to the side of my face, and without hesitation, he crashes his lips to mine. I don’t fight him; instead, I open my mouth to him. This kiss is control, it’s dominating, it’sIan. And I want more. I need more. My arms wrap around his neck and bring him closer to me. He bites my lower lip, and I bite back—the taste of copper on my tongue makes me wild for him. My hands move to his hair and pull. He lets out a deep groan, and I feel it in my pussy. He slams me against the wall, and I moan into his mouth. One of his hands moves down and grabs my ass; he squeezes it hard. The roughness of it keeps me grounded in the moment.
He pulls away. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to touch you like this.” Then he returns to my mouth. His other hand moves to my nape and bunches my hair around his wrist. He pulls my head back, angling it to meet his eyes. He turns my neck to the right, giving him access to the left side. I don’t realize what he’s doing until he places the first kiss. Behind myear, right where my scar is, he kisses the entirety of my jagged reminder.
I feel like I'm holding my breath, and my body is tense, but his next words melt it all away. “You’re so beautiful. Every.” Kiss. “Part.” Kiss. “Of.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss.
“Ian.” The needy whimper escapes my lips. My pussy is throbbing, and I can feel how soaked I am.
He moves his hand from my ass to my waist. His grip on my body is firm, holding me in place. Caressing down my thigh until he’s at the hem of my dress. He lifts the fabric, and I can smell my arousal. He tortuously moves his hand closer to my center. I feel his fingers caressing my pussy through the fabric of my panties. “Fuuck. You're soaked for me.” With one swift move, he rips the fabric from my skin. I could come just from that feeling.
He pulls back to look at me, not breaking eye contact. Letting go of my hair, he moves his large hand to my breast, cupping it. He pinches my hard nipple through the thin fabric.
“You're strong, beautiful, intelligent, graceful; the list goes on and on. When I look at you, I see a fucking queen. And baby, I'll happily kneel for you.” Then he starts to get down on his knees. His green eyes have turned the color of emeralds, and I’m lost in them. My trance is broken by my dress being pushed up. I should stop this; I should run from this. What if he's just using me? What if tomorrow I wake up and he’s gone?
Ian grabs my right leg and puts it over his shoulder. He starts kissing the inside of my thigh. Every kiss has me panting and aching for more. I feel him stop right above the scar on my inner thigh. I didn’t realize how close he was. I freeze, and he must see the terror in my face. I'm holding my breath. I expect him to look disgusted, but he doesn't. Gently, ever so gently, he leans in, with his eyes on me, and he places a kiss and another and another. I can’t help the tear that escapes. I turn away so he doesn't see me. A reminder of a past that continues to haunt me.
“Look at me,” he demands. “Hermosa, look at me.” And I do as I’m told.
“Good girl.” His praise soothes my need to run but ignites my need for him.
“You’re so perfect. I’ve been dreaming of tasting you. Baby, I’m going to devour this pussy. And you’re going to be a good girl and come all over me. Isn’t that right?”
“Hmmm,” is the only response I can give.
“Use your words, Serena.”
“Yes,” is all I can manage.
Then he leans in; there’s nothing gentle about the way he’s working his tongue. He licks me, using his fingers to open me up and tongue fucks me to oblivion. He nips my clit, his tongue working circles. It’s driving me crazy.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come just by fucking you with my tongue.”
“Ohh god, Ian.”
“That’s right, scream my name, baby. Let everyone know whose tongue is fucking your tight, sweet pussy.” His hand is gripping my waist so tightly, I can feel the bruises forming. The other is on my thigh that’s trembling over his shoulder. He’s relentless. My hands go to his hair, and I pull him to me. He’s buried so deep between my legs, I don’t know if he can breathe. Fuck, I don’t care. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He lets out a deep and long groan that makes my pussy vibrate. I can feel the pressure building inside me; I’m so close.
“Ian, I’m going to… Oh god, oh god…”
“Not god… Me. I want to hear you scream my name as you come all over my tongue. Then I'm going to lick every single drop of your sweet pussy juices.”
“Ian…more… I want more.”
And he gives it to me, and I come so hard. My hand’s still in his hair, keeping him in place as I ride out the best orgasm I'veever had. I finally let go, but he isn’t done. His tongue is lapping up every single drop.
He lays another kiss on my inner thigh, then stands up. I see the huge bulge in his pants—damn, he’s big. My arousal is glistening on his face. He leans in and kisses me. I taste myself all over him, and it’s delicious and intoxicating just like him. I feel myself getting wet again. God, I want him, and he knows it.
“Baby, I want to take you to my bed and make you mine. Show you how much I want you. Because I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. I want to worship you. I want you to remember every kiss, every moan, every touch, every orgasm. But you’ve been drinking tonight. So I’m going to wait.”
He must see the disappointment in my face because he just smiles.
“Okay, so I guess this is you being respectful.” I glare at him.
“Oh, baby, there isn’t anything respectful about what I want to do to you. But I’m a proud man, and I need you to remember the first time I make you mine. Because I’m going to ruin you like you’ve ruined me.”
“Fuck.”
He smiles. “Let's go to bed.”
“Ian, I don’t do the whole cuddle thing.”
