Page 43 of Serpent Darling
Sadie laughed and pressed her mouth to his in a sweet kiss. She loved it when she could render him speechless, and this was still as good a time as any.
After a few more kisses, she pulled away and whispered, "Yes, sir."
"Thank god, baby."
Jagger couldn't hold back anymore; the emotion of the evening coursing through him, and in a flash, he was out of his clothes and kneeling between her thighs on the lounge.
"Jag?" Sadie whispered, her eyes still glistening with moisture. "I love you."
Jagger's hands tensed on her hips as the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance.
"I love you, too. So much. Let me show you."
Sadie nodded her head and pulled him down for a searing kiss as he pushed inside her. He wanted to take it slow, but the warm velvet of her pussy had him pounding into her in seconds.
"How the fuck are you so tight all the time?" He groaned before dropping his head to rest in the crook of her neck. "Fuck, Sweets."
"Because my body was made for you, Wilder." She growled back and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts.
"I'm not gonna last long at all. I've been on the edge since I strapped you on here," Jagger admitted as his hands carded through Sadie's hair while his teeth nipped at her throat.
"It's okay; you have our whole lives to make it up to me." She moaned and scratched her nails down his back, trying to pull him even closer to her.
"Fuck, yes, I do," he groaned as he pulled his head up to look at her. "You're mine. Say it."
"I'm yours," Sadie cried, her walls tightening around his shaft as he hit that spot deep inside of her over and over again. "I've always been yours."
Sadie grabbed his left hand and placed it around her throat, her subtle gesture granting him permission to apply pressure. They both knew that the slight restriction of oxygen helped her over the edge, and he was more than happy to oblige.
When she convulsed around him, her pussy fluttering around his cock, he spilled into her with a groan that sounded like it had been yanked from his core. While he throbbed inside her, emptying everything he had, she held him close. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the room until Sadie started giggling beneath him.
"What's so funny?" Jagger mumbled against her breast, his eyes still closed as he tried to catch his breath.
Sadie stroked her fingers through his hair a few times before she answered. "You know we'll have to make up an engagementstory. People will ask how you did it, and I don't think we can tell them."
I did not think this through.
"We can tell Camille." Jagger offered lamely.
"True, but I'm not telling this story to our parents at Christmas," Sadie said in exasperation.
"Fine." Jagger grinned. "We can tell them I did it at a nice restaurant. Music, roses, a crowd of strangers staring at us. You know, shit that Karen would love."
"Oh, god," Sadie laughed, "You're right; she'd love it." Completely sated and spent, she yawned and hugged Jagger tighter. When he went to remove himself from her, she groaned in protest. They always cleaned up and went to bed after playing, but tonight, Sadie just wanted to bask in their evening together.
"Stay," Sadie whispered. "Let's stay here tonight. I don't want to move."
Jagger gathered her in his arms and kissed her temple. "Alright, let's stay."
Sadie nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and relaxed against him, quickly falling prey to sleep.
Jagger looked down at the beautiful woman beneath him and watched her rest momentarily before slowly pulling out of her and walking across the room to retrieve a blanket from the black armoire by the door. He cleaned up their mess from the evening's festivities and grabbed his cigarettes from his jeans on the floor. He used the red candle’s flame that was on the table beside them to light his cigarette and took a seat against the wall on the ground next to Sadie.
As he inhaled slowly, he let the nicotine calm his nerves.
Released the tension in his shoulders.
Smiled.
