Page 31 of Serena
“That’s going to change, but tonight it wouldn’t be a good idea to be in the same bed. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
Well, that ruined me. Now I want more, and I know she does too. I’m sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her to come out of her room. I can hear her movements in the bedroom; she’s probably overthinking what happened last night. But I’ll remind her she doesn’t need to. “Serena, are you planning on coming out?”
I hear the bedroom door open, and she casually walks over. She’s wearing a camisole and matching pajama shorts. I can’t with this woman. She is a walking and talking temptation. She takes a seat next to me, looks at my coffee cup, and takes it. I bite my lip every time she sips on my coffee. It’s becoming our little routine, and I love it. With a heavy sigh, I know what’s coming before she even says it.
“Ian, last night was a mistake.” She tries to sound indifferent.
“Oh, really?” I can’t help but snap at her. “I beg to differ. I remember you screaming my name and coming so ha?—”
“I know what happened, I was there,” she interrupts. “Ian, we work together, and I don’t want to be that person who sleeps with someone they work with. Things can get messy.”
“Fine, I’ll quit and have Gabe take over, and things won’t get messy. I promise you.”
“What! No, you can’t do that! Your father asked you.”
“My father can deal with it. Gabriel is very capable of running the company. Hermosa, I can do whatever the hell I want.”
She stands to walk away, but I grab her by the waist and pull her to me. She’s between my legs, and her ass is hitting the table.
“Stop. This running away shit is going to stop.” I stand up and cage her in. “Do you need a reminder of what it felt like to have my head between your thighs? My tongue fucking that tight cunt. The way your body begged for it.”
I move my hand to her throat and squeeze it. Her pulse rate is high, her lips are parted, but when I look at the thin camisole, I see the peaks of her hard nipples. She’s turned on. I wonder if her pussy is soaking like last night. I can’t help but let out a groan.
“Baby, are you wet for me?”
She nods, and that’s all it takes. I grab her thighs and lift her enough to have her sit on the edge of the table. Then I gently lean her onto her back.
“Ian, what are you doing?”
“I’m reminding you. Now be a good girl, and lie still.”
I pull out a pocketknife, and she freezes.
“What are you doing?” She glares at the small weapon in my hand, then back at me.
“Hermosa, I’m not going to hurt you. See.” I show her the small knife and press my thumb on the sharp blade.” Trust me.” I move the blade to her sleep shorts, and she tenses; she’s shaking, but I need to push her. She needs to overcome this, and I’ll help her.
“It’s okay.”
“Ian…” she pleads.
I bend down and lay a kiss on her stomach. I grab her hand and place it on top of mine, still holding the knife. Together, we move to the waist of her shorts, slightly turning the sharp blade onto the fabric until it starts to tear. She lets go, and I continue until there is nothing left of the shorts, then I do the same to her top. I put the weapon away. Move my hands to her thighs and spread them open, then I caress my way to her breasts, taking one in each hand, and I squeeze them. They fit so well in my hands, the perfect size. I tug on her nipples, putting them in between my fingers, and pinch.
The moans that escape her lips are nothing but music to my ears.
“Ian,” she whimpers.
I let go and take a seat on the chair. The view in front of me is nothing short of a masterpiece. Serena on the table, naked, with her legs spread out just for me. I can see her dripping for me and only for me. I wrap my arms around her thighs.
“Baby, I haven’t had breakfast this morning, and I’m starving.” Then I eat like a starved man. I devour my meal. I lick her all the way down to her back entrance. I kiss her scar, which I know helps her relax. I use my fingers to stretch her opening, and I fuck her with my tongue.
“Goddamn, my tongue is addicted to this pussy. Do you want me to keep going?” I ask with a grin on my face because the answer is obvious by the state she’s in. Moans and whimpers are all I hear.
I grin. “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes, Ian, please, I need more.”
I pull back. My hand slaps her pussy.
