Page 22 of Serenity & the Hermit
“Like it? Baby, I’m likely to coat the back of your throat with our would-be children.”
She giggles. “I don’t mind. It’ll just mean we have to try again. And again. And again.” She punctuates each sentence with a tight grip and a pull, ending with a swipe of her tongue over my tip. I hiss. “You taste salty.”
“You taste like nectar.”
“Nectar? Now that I don’t believe.”
“It’s how you taste to me.”
“OK. Let me see how the rest of you tastes.”
She slides to her knees in front of me on the floor, then she drops her gaze to my cock, angling her head slightly to the side before parting her lips and taking me inside. It’s so warm and wet that I let out a groan straight away, my balls ready to unload as soon as she gets just halfway to my base. My fingers slide into her hair.
“Enough,” I rasp, pulling her back by the roots. “I’m not coming in your mouth.”
“Where do you want to come?” She looks up at me with glistening lips.
“In you,” I say, hauling her to her feet and practically tossing her back on the bed. “It’s time to give you what we both want. I need to be inside you, Serenity.”
SERENITY
With our eyes locked, her pushes himself inside me, nice and slow, inch by glorious each. I feel more than ready for this moment, but as my walls stretch for the very first time, the pinching burn causes my body to tense up.
“You OK, baby?” Nelson murmurs, lowering his face as he presses a series of sweet kisses on my temples and my cheeks. “Do you need me to stop?”
“No. No. I don’t want you to stop,” I gasp. “I just…I need a second. I’m OK though.”
He responds by shifting his mouth to mine, kissing me with languid and sensual movement until my mind relaxes and my body follows.
“Mmmm.” The moment I hum, he moves his hips slightly, teasing my insides and slowly seating himself all the way.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groans once we’re fully joined. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to hold on.”
“Please move,” I beg, rocking my core and grinding against him. “It feels so good.”
“God yes. Like fucking heaven.”
With his nose aligned alongside mine, we kiss and nip, pant and moan as he swivels his hips back and forth. Slow at first, then faster and harder as I grow more accustomed to him. I rise up to meet him thrust for thrust, my hands on his ribs, fingers pressing into his skin.
“I love you so much, Nelson. Oh my god, I’m so full.”
“Love. You. Too.” He grunts, teeth clenched as his thrusts rock the bed along with my world. “Can’t. Hold…”
“Me too. So close.” My voice comes out high and pitched as my insides coil tight like I’m about to hurtle toward the biggest release of my life.
“Serenity.”Thrust, thrust.
“Nelson.”Pump, pump.
Our movement becomes a flurry of slapping skin, our voices creating nothing but animalistic sounds until all at once, we cry out, slamming together one last time in an orgasm that has me feeling like I’m shattering into a million pieces. And that when those pieces return to my body, they’re so mixed in with Nelson’s that we’re now irreversibly connected deep in our souls. We are one.
“My wife,” he murmurs against my skin, peppering tiny kisses as we both come back down, our breathing heavy.
“My husband.”
“You were amazing, baby.”
“You too. And that wasnottoo fast. It was perfect.”
