I pull out and ignore her groan of protest. When her hands start to come down, I lift them up and pin them above her head.
“Stay there, baby.”
“Leo, please.”
“Fuck, I love hearing you beg. Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you.”
Sliding down her body, I relinquish her wrists only to lift her legs over my shoulders and dive into her luscious sex with my tongue, lapping up all of the moisture leaking from her. I let my tongue mimic the motions of my dick, swirling around her clit, dipping in between her folds. But when I latch onto the tip of her clit and suck, her hands drop down, scratching at my back as she comes with an explosive cry.
Letting her legs drop down off my shoulders, I take her hands and thread our fingers together before slowly lifting them back up over her head. Holding them there with one hand, I drag the fingers of my other one down her face, over her breasts, teasing her stiff nipples before kissing her firmly. Her teeth latch onto my lower lip lightly, enough to make me groan.
My cock slams back into her as I shout her name. This time, our pace is frantic. Both of us desperate to reach the finish line in the biggest and best way possible.
“Hold on, Tippy,” I growl when she wraps her legs around my waist. She squeezes them, and I feel the answering clench of her around my cock.
“Holy shit. Yes, baby. Let me feel you come all over me.”
“Oh God, Leo!”
Serena starts to convulse around me, her body spasming through her release. My thrusts get even more intense, erratic, uncontrolled, and then suddenly I’m shouting her name, shooting into her with everything I have.
Eventually, I slow down, rocking into her lightly, until I finally come to a stop. My arms are shaky, but I hold myself up, not letting all of my weight crush Serena.
Then her arms drift down over my back and the feel of the cold metal startles me.
“Damn. I’m sorry, let me get those off of you.”
But when I slowly untangle myself and get a look at her face, Serena doesn’t look uncomfortable at all. She’s got this dreamy, just fucked, perfectly content expression all over, and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t make me want to take her again.
Grabbing the key, I unlock the cuffs, swearing under my breath when I see how red her wrists are. I lift them to my lips and press soft kisses all over.
“I love you, baby. But maybe next time we use something a little softer.”
Her gaze lands on me and turns ever so slightly wicked. “I dunno, I kind of liked the little bite of pain mixed with the pleasure.”
Letting my body fall to the side of her, I groan. “That’s dangerous for me to hear.”
She cuddles into my side. “Thank you for everything tonight, Leo.”
I lift my head to stare down at her. “What the fuck, Serena, don’t thank me for doing my job, or for loving you. That’s…that’s just…no.”
Serena pokes me, then presses a kiss to the spot she just jabbed. “Okay, geez, don’t sound so offended.”
I pull her in even tighter to my body. “Then don’t say crazy stuff like that.”
Eventually, her breathing evens out, and we fall asleep again just like that. With the early morning light filtering in and with our bodies and souls satisfied.
Something about seeing Serena barefoot in my kitchen, wearing nothing but my old high school hoodie, feels so goddamn good. It’s sexy as fuck, but it’s also more than that. It’s a settled feeling in my soul and a steady sense of completeness running through my veins. This is all I’ve wanted, ever since I first met her so many years ago.
But something is not quite right. The room is way too silent.
I walk over to where Serena stands, facing my kitchen counter, stirring a cup of tea for a lot longer than necessary. I take the spoon out of her hands, set it on the counter, and turn her so she’s facing me. Tucking her into my body, I rest my chin on the top of her head.
“What’s wrong? And don’t say nothing because I know that’s a lie. You’re quiet, and Serena Matheson is rarely quiet, unless something heavy is on her mind.”
She laughs, but it sounds strained, and I frown.
“I’m fine, Leo, honestly. It’s nothing to worry about right now.”