Chapter Ten
Michael woke with a start, not certain where he was. He kept his eyes closed, fatigue making him want to drift off again to wherever he’d been.
A warm body shifted against him, and he opened his eyes slowly, remembering.
Serena. He closed his eyes for a second and breathed in her fragrance. Ginger, mixed with rain. Fresh, sweet rain. Her hair was still damp, and softened by nature’s bath. He ran his fingers through the tendrils and swept them away from her face.
He glanced down at the sleeping beauty he held in his arms. Her long lashes rested against her cheeks, full lips slightly parted, her cheeks and chin red from his beard.
His cock stirred to life. Not surprising. He wanted her again. And most likely again after that. If ‘again’ would always be like what they’d just experienced, he’d never tire of her.
She moaned in her sleep and snuggled closer against him. He wrapped his arms more fully around her, his instinct to protect and hold her outweighing any reservations he might have.
Like the fact he’d never had sex like that before.
He was no virgin, that was certain. And yet with her, the first time had been, well, the first time. Special, monumental even.
Shit. He ran his hand through his hair and blew out a breath. This couldn’t be happening. He wouldn’t let it happen. No emotion, remember?
And yet what they’d just had together was the most emotional experience he could remember since…
Since Mari. The woman he’d loved. The one he’d given his heart to, and married. The one who’d stomped on it and handed it back to him crumpled and bleeding.
Not again. Never again.
Despite the incredible sexual experience, what they’d just done was a one time thing. His emotions were getting involved, and he’d just have to—
“How long have you been awake?”
He looked down at sleepy green eyes and a soft smile. She reached up and traced the stubble of beard along his jaw line, then swept her finger over his lips, leaned up and kissed him.
Well, hell. Maybe one more time. But that was all. Then it was over.
“Not long,” he answered.
She shifted, wrapping her arms around his middle and pulling herself against him. Her warmth seeped into him, melting the cold wall he tried so desperately to build around his heart.
“How long have we been asleep?” she asked, yawning.
“About an hour or so, I’d guess.”
The rain had stopped, the air tinged with the clean smell of a tropical washing. The late afternoon sun shone on the front of the shack, its rays slowly dropping by the minute.
They had a few hours before dark, though. And despite knowing they should head back, he wasn’t quite ready yet.
She stretched and he watched her glorious body unfold before his eyes. Her voluptuous breasts thrust upward, begging for his hands and his mouth. Then she settled against him again, as if she trusted him to take care of her.
Fuck if that wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do.
“Michael, what happened earlier was—”
He placed a finger on her lips to silence her. Right now he couldn’t bear to hear her speech about what had just happened between them. “Don’t talk right now. I need you again.”
Moisture glistened in her eyes and she blinked back tears. Damn the woman was emotional.
Who was he kidding? He was worse than her.
Instead of talking about making love, he wanted to do it. The need to drive his cock into her again was the only thing he’d allow himself to think about. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, she sighed and swept her tongue inside.
The kiss was achingly sweet and he responded, tightening his grip around her and giving back what she gave. A long, drugging kiss, lazy and tender, with a depth that took his breath away.
When she threw her leg across his crotch and scooted her moistened heat against his thigh, his cock responded—hardening, lengthening, as if reaching out for her.
Her head rested on his chest. She swept her hand over his stomach and lower, grabbing hold of him. She squeezed him, stroked him, brought him to life. His balls tightened and strained until he was slowly fucking her hand, completely hard and ready for her.
Despite his need to throw her down and ease his throbbing ache inside her, he held off, letting her play. He enjoyed the feel of her hand on him, its warmth, its strength, the sweet tenderness with which she stroked.
Now that— that he could live with forever.
He stilled, thinking those forbidden thoughts again. Not forever. Right now. Right now, with her hand on his shaft, and what would soon follow. She was like a fire in his blood, but not an eternal flame. A quick spark. And once he’d walked through the fire a few times, the flame would die out.
It had to. There was no other choice.
He bounded off the bed, his body heating at the way her eyes followed the movements of his cock. She licked her lips, and he burned hotter.
Serena sat up. “Let me suck it, Michael.”
He bit back the groan that bubbled up in his throat, the thought of her hot, wet mouth surrounding the aching head of his cock more appealing by the second. But right now he had more pressing thoughts.
Something he’d been dying to do since the first day they’d met. Something they’d even talked about earlier.
“Later. Right now I want something else.”
She arched a brow, her nipples hardening. He smiled, knowing just the thought of fucking again had fired her up instantly.
With a quick scoot to the edge of the bed she wrapped her arms around his hips, drawing close to his cock. But she only rested her cheek against it, close enough her hot breath sailed over the sensitive head.
“Tell me what you want,” she murmured, her voice a soft vibration against his stomach.
He dragged her up against him until she was kneeling on the bed, her breasts pressed against his chest. She wound her arms around his neck, her finger slightly raking against the nape of his neck. He shivered and brought his mouth down over hers.
Like an addict who couldn’t get enough of the drug that would be his downfall, he dipped his tongue into her mouth and ravaged her lips, trying to crawl inside her so deeply he’d never get free.
Did he even want to?
Once again he shoved the deeper thoughts aside and concentrated on the warm, willing woman in his arms. He ran his hands up the sides of her body, feeling her shudder as his fingertips brushed along the sides of her luscious breasts. She moaned when he pulled back and grazed his palms over her distended nipples.
Dipping his head down he licked first one, then the other nipple, finally fitting his mouth around a swollen, taut bud, rewarded by her gasp of delight. He rolled her nipple around his tongue and she pushed her hips against his crotch, undulating against his rigid cock.
With a quick twist he turned her around, pushing against her upper back so she ended up in a kneeling position on the bed.
He paused and sucked in a breath at the sight of her gorgeous, full ass. Moisture glistened from her pussy lips. She threw her head back, her long blond curls trailing down her back.
If he’d had a camera he could busy himself for the next hour or so taking pictures of the lush vision in front of him. His beautiful goddess was on her knees, ready to take his hard, heavy cock deep inside her dripping pussy.
Every man’s dream.
Turning her head to the side, her gaze met his. She smiled. “See anything you like?”
“Oh yeah,” he rasped, taking his cock into his hand and stroking it, knowing how much she liked to watch him.
She wriggled her ass at him in response, and bit down on her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth. His shaft pulsed in his hand.
Enough foreplay. He needed to bury his cock deep inside her, feel her heat surround him, squeeze him until he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Positioning her at the edge of the mattress, he pressed against her, grabbing a handful of her full ass cheeks, squeezing them, delighting in her moan of pleasure when the head of his cock probed between her pussy lips.
He teased her for a few minutes, rubbing against her clit until her juices spilled over his hand and cock.
“Michael, please.”
“You know I love it when you beg, baby,” he teased.
He leaned in, spreading her outer lips and eased inside her. He closed his eyes and focused his mind on the sensations of her pussy closing around him, pulling him inside
She moaned when he was fully inside, and he allowed her a few minutes to adjust. Besides, if he didn’t move he could feel every one of the contractions that clenched his shaft.
His hands swept over her ass cheeks until he found her hips. Then he pulled back a little and thrust lightly against her, not fully penetrating. Her breathing increased to slow pants and she backed into him.
Fuck, that was intense. He pulled out again, then thrust hard, shoving his cock in to the hilt.
She whimpered. “Oh, God Michael, that’s so good.”
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. He could come instantly if he wanted to. His cock pulsed with the strain of holding back. But he knew she enjoyed this as much as he, and he wanted to prolong the pleasure— make it good for her, too.
His fingers bit into her hips as he ground his cock deeply within her, pulling back repeatedly and shoving it in as far as it would go. Once they got a tempo going, he rode her hard and fast, adjusting to her body signals, knowing when she wanted it harder, sensing when he needed to ease up.
The pleasure was intense, more than he could have expected. The visual of her ass pumping hard against him nearly had him coming in screaming agony. But he held off, stopped when he felt the pulsing contractions tighten his balls. He had to last awhile longer.
But Serena wouldn’t have any of his hesitance. She leaned forward then backed against him, slapping her ass against him, hard.
He’d never experienced anything as erotic as this. “Oh, yeah baby, fuck me.”
Her wet pussy slid easily against his shaft, her juices pouring over his balls. He knew she was getting close by the pulsing contractions as her pussy squeezed his cock relentlessly.
“Fuck me harder,” she moaned.
Eager to please her, he stepped up his thrusts. Grabbing a handful of her hair he tugged, her head tilting back, her animal grunts spurring him on.
“You like me riding you like this, baby?” he asked, focusing on her pleasure, the feel of her fucking back against him.
“Yes. Harder, Michael, harder.”
He leaned back and pummeled her, slamming his rod so hard inside her his balls slapped her pussy. She gasped and cried out, bucking back against him in wild abandon.
His balls tightened up against him. “Fuck my cock, baby,” he rasped, feeling the first contractions overwhelm him.
Arching her back she let out a low moan followed by cries of ecstasy as she came all over his cock, clenching him so tightly the sensations sent him over the edge. His release hit at the same time and he thrust once more, burying his cock as far as it would go as he pumped his hot come into her.
The spasms continued nonstop, stealing his breath, forcing him to hold tight to her hips until he had no more to give. He collapsed on top of her back, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her as close to him as he could.
Dizziness overcame him. He was mindless, incapable of coherent thought or words. The orgasm had drained him both physically and mentally. When she dropped down on the mattress he slipped off and pulled her close to him, his hands roaming over her sweat soaked skin.
The scent of sex permeated the air, mixing with the smell of rain and her sweet scent, intoxicating him, lulling him into restful peace.
Never before had he been so caught up in the frenzy of fucking, only to follow up with a contented relaxation. Holding Serena in his arms seemed as natural as breathing. With other women he fucked them and when it was over he jumped out of bed and went back to his normal life.
With Serena, all he wanted was to be with her, hold her, inhale her scent. And once they got out of bed, he actually wanted to talk to her.
He swept his hands over her body as if he owned every square inch of her, delighting at the goose bumps popping out on her skin when he lightly trailed his fingers over her spine. She giggled when he cupped her ass cheeks and slipped his finger in the crevice there.
Despite knowing he should get up and drag them out of there, he couldn’t quite fit his mind around any movement. Instead, he was content to hold her in his arms.
He never wanted to let her go.
Drowsy, he yawned, his thoughts centered on the spectacular woman who’d given everything to him.
She was amazing, he thought, his eyelids suddenly feeling heavy.
She was his.
“I love you Serena,” he murmured, then sighed and drifted off.