Chapter 32 - Chase Me, Cowboy

I had a feeling Serena might like things a little rougher, but I was hesitant to introduce it. There are a lot of complex dynamics between us. Adding one more was a risk.

One that paid off, turns out.

She soaked the bed when she came. I slide the vibrator from her pussy, turning it off and tossing it aside. Her stomach quivers. I lean in and lick the sweat from between her breasts, trailing my tongue to her right nipple. She whimpers, waist twisting and hips turning. With my free hand, I press them down and pin her beneath me.

She pushes up. I keep her down.

Testing her limits, seeing if she stops me. I lift my eyes to study her face. She’s panting, her perfect lips parted, and her tongue caught between her teeth. The urge to taste it is intense. I pull myself from her nipple and dip down to kiss her open lips. She moans and leans up, inviting me in. That’s all I need to curl my tongue against her, dipping it in.

Goddamn, she tastes good.

My head is empty. I haven’t fucked like this in…maybe ever? Usually, it’s a slightly reserved exchange of pleasure before the kind of goodbye where both parties know they’ll never speak again. This is desperate and deep. I want to taste every inch of her body. I want her to spit in my mouth and let me shove my tongue up her pussy. It’s been a drought since we parted. I’m really fucking hungry.

Specifically, for her.

We break apart.

“Open your mouth,” I order.

She does, pushing her tongue out. I spit on it, leaving her enough time to turn away. She doesn’t, and her lashes flutter, and her throat bobs as she swallows. Lifting my body, I turn her onto her belly, flipping her restraints.

My dick throbs. She’s so helpless beneath me, in her torn lace and silk. Gripping her hip, I spread her ass. Fuck me, she is beautiful everywhere.

“What—what are you—”

I dip down and lick her from pussy to asshole. It’s another risk. Biting her ass, I give her a beat to press me away. Instead, she moans and her spine arches, thighs opening a little in invitation. Pushing my face between them, I eat her from behind, starting with her pussy. When she can’t take that anymore, I’ll move up.

She lets me until she’s whimpering aloud. I eat her pussy, then eat her ass, then pull back right before she comes. Her wrists are still stretched taut in the belt, but she hasn’t asked to be released. I grip her side and move over her, pushing one leg up until it’s crooked. Then, vision flickering, I slide my cock into her soaked, tight pussy. All the way, until she’s wrapped around every inch.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” I breathe.

“Please,” she gasps.

“Please?”

She tugs at her wrists, seemingly speechless. Immediately, I untie them and pull her hands back, checking. There’s a little pink mark, but nothing else.

“You okay?” I bend, kissing her nape.

“Very okay,” she moans. “Do that with your hands?”

“Do what?”

“Hold my wrists together, behind my back.”

She says it in a whine, pushing her face into the pillows. I’m so hard, I might come right now. I force a slow breath and gather up her hands, pinning them against the silky small of her back. My hips draw back and slam in. Her head turns side to side. Dark smudges stain beneath her eyes. Her lipstick is gone, transferred to the pillow.

I fuck her like I’ve never fucked anyone. The bed slams into the wall. I’m sure whoever is on the other side can hear every stroke, but I don’t care. They can call in a noise complaint if they’re so pressed about it. I’ll gladly tell them what I’m up to and that I don’t intend to stop until the sun comes up.

At some point, I crack open the window and turn on my fan. We’re both sweating, but I can’t get my dick to go down even after I come. She finishes on my cock, riding me hard with her fingers working her clit. I flip her over and make her come again while I fuck her from behind, bent over the bathroom sink. She tries to close her eyes, to look away. I hold her face and make her watch as she falls apart.

Around midnight, she begs for a break. I order food. We eat a bowl of truffle fries, and I open a bottle of wine.

“You’ve never fucked me like this,” she says, eyes glimmering over the rim of her glass.

“I could say the same,” I say, emptying mine and putting it aside. “Get in the shower, I’m looking for round two.”

“I think we’re on round five at this point.”

She has a long drink, and I take her glass, pulling her to her feet. When I kiss her, she’s tight like the Merlot.

“Round six, then,” I say. “Let’s go, princess.”

In the shower, I get on my knees in front of her and slide two fingers into her pussy. Her nails scrape the back of my neck. Her head falls against the tile walls, eyes closing. I find her clit with my tongue and lick it just the way she likes.

It isn’t even about pleasure anymore.

It’s about something far deeper. Something that scares me a little.

We were supposed to be a hookup. Then, we were supposed to be a secret reconnection, to get all the yearning and frustration from our systems. This time…I don’t know what the fuck we are, but it’s a world off its axis. Freefalling, spilling through space. I’m scared, but this time, I can’t let her go home without telling her how I feel.

I’ve never told anyone what I feel. Never let anyone in. It’s why none of my previous relationships worked.

But Serena is different.

I have to say it out loud. Or I’m gonna regret it forever.

She comes, and I shut off the shower, drying her and carrying her to the bed. This time, I slide between the sheets with her. Our mouths meet in a deep kiss, and I put my cock inside her. Head empty, heart thumping, I take her with soft, steady thrusts.

It’s past three when I pull out of her pussy and gather her in my arms. My fingers stroke her tangled hair. She’s asleep in seconds, completely relaxed.

Is it exhaustion or trust?

I wish I knew.