I was sure my brows shot up to my hairline her question surprised me so much. “Ah…first, I feel like I’ve made a good case that you have torn down left and right. Second, I might be arrogant, but I know and respect that a no means no.”
She nodded. “Yes. Of course. That’s sweet.”
I laughed because I couldn’t figure out what else to do. “Tell me what you want from me, Serena and I’ll do it.”
“Is it hard to resist me?”
“It’s the hardest thing. And to be clear, when I talk about hard, I’m not just talking about my willpower.”
Her head tilted down to where my dick was making himself known in my jeans. Her head jerked back up. I simply stared at her. There was no going forward without her full, one-hundred-percent consent.
“But you could walk away,” she said softly.
“I have to. You said no.” I shifted because my dick was uncomfortable. “But, let me ask you because these things aren’t as clear on a woman as they are on a man. Are you turned on? If I were to rub my finger through your pussy, would I find it wet?”
She swallowed, and I wanted to press kisses to the curve of her throat. I was tempted to brush my thumb over her tit to see if her nipple was hard, but the ball was in her court.
Just to be sure she knew that I said, “If you want me, Serena. You can have me any way you want.”
She let out a shuddering breath.
“But you have to make the move.”
7 Serena
What the heck was I doing? I’d nearly achieved what I wanted; Devin backing off. But as he stepped away from me, physically and emotionally, I found myself yearning for him to keep trying. It was a foolish and dangerous desire. First, I meant what I said in that we weren’t the same people. I suspected what we both wanted was the ease and freedom that we’d had when we’d gotten together the first time. But that time was gone.
Second, I had to think about Andrew. If Devin found out about him, what would he do? What scared me more was what his mother would do. She didn’t want him, and I didn’t want Andrew having to go through life knowing he wasn’t good enough for his grandmother.
“I can’t decide if I’m encouraged or offended by the tug-of-war that seems to be going on in your head,” he said as need and common sense warred inside me. “Let me make it easier for you.” Again, he moved to step back.
“No.” My fingers clutched his shirt tighter. I felt like I was holding on for dear life, which didn’t make sense, but the minute I lost contact, I felt like I’d lose much more than just a chance to be held by him again.
He detached my fingers from his shirt and brought my hand to his lips. “It’s okay, Serena.”
Devin could be arrogant, but he was so sweet too. And I wanted him. Every fiber of my being hummed with a need for him. My heart ached for him. Was I really going to let him get away?
When he released my hand, I launched myself into him, fusing my lips to his. The minute his taste entered my senses, I knew there was no going back. Like memory yarn, my entire body responded, melting into him.
He groaned and his hands clutched my hips as his head tilted and he took the kiss deeper. His tongue snaked into my mouth, hot and wet, and oh so delicious.
I pressed my hips forward, rubbing his hard dick against my cleft. My entire body shuddered at the sensation, and need ratcheted up to desperate.
“I want you,” I gasped against his lips.
With a growl, he turned me, and maneuvered us back into the living area.
“Fuck, I can’t make it to a bed.” His hands were everywhere as they yanked at my clothing until I was bare and he laid me back on the couch. He tore his shirt off and lay over me, kissing me again. It was like I’d been starving for him. And at the same time, it was like yesterday. It didn’t make sense, and yet sense had gone out the door.
His lips cascaded over my jaw and down my neck. “I’ve missed your tits, Serena.” He held them in his hands, pushing them together and then his mouth alternated between them, licking and sucking my nipples. Each tug made my pussy clench and soon I was a whimpering mess.
“I need you.” My hands grabbed at his pants, needing to free him so he could take care of the ache in my pussy.
“I’m here,” he said, sliding his body down further, his tongue making a trail over my belly. He kissed my inner thigh. “I’m so fucking hungry for you.”
My hips bucked up in anticipation. “Please.” My voice was raw and needy.
Thankfully, he didn’t tease me. His mouth covered my pussy, his tongue lapping through my folds.
“Yes!” My hands gripped his head making sure he didn’t stop. No, I didn’t want him to ever stop.
He gave out a moan like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. His fingers spread my pussy lips, and then his tongue was inside me, lapping and thrusting, pushing me higher and higher.
“Oh God!” Pleasure grew with each touch until I was hovering on the edge. I needed to come so bad and yet, I didn’t want it to end. Not yet.
“Come for me,” he rasped out. “Let me taste your juices, baby.” He dove in again, and I cried out.
“Inside me…”
“Come first,” he said, and then he sucked on my clit as he thrust a finger inside me. White lights exploded behind my eyes as pleasure so fierce erupted. My entire body convulsed and liquid heat radiated from my pussy out.
As the waves of sensation died down, he leaped from the couch and shucked his jeans
