Page 69 of Strelitzias in Spring

“Open your eyes.” She snaps them open, looking at me as she grinds against me, switching her motions to rub her clit along my pelvic bone. “That’s right, Serena, take what you need.” I promised her I’d fuck her hard, nearly lost my fucking head over the thought of slamming into her cunt and taking us both to the edge, but the subtle shifts and grinds of Serena’s body are more erotic than any hard fuck I had planned.

With her eyes glued to me, I dip my head into the curve of her neck, sucking at her pulse as her body writhes against mine. Her head falls back, giving me more access to the skin on her neck. Serena’s hand moves from my shoulder to my head, and she presses down, the same as she did when I worshipped between her thighs, and, just like then, I lose control.

Tightening my grip, I bend my knees and press my feet to the floor, pumping into her until I feel her pussy grip me, fluttering and squeezing against me until I can’t hold back and come inside her, filling the condom with a litany of curse words.

“Fucking shit, goddamn, Serena.”

Her body slumps, exhaustion and sweat covering her like a blanket, and I feel my own body start to give out. Falling back, I lean against the edge of the bed, easing her off my deflating dick before cradling Serena closer to my body.

“That was—” she starts, pausing mid-sentence to shake her head. “That was something.”

“Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready for another round.”

The laughter that flows out of her is surprised and lyrical, a relaxed expression of joy that does something to my chest. “I think I’ll need to sit that round out.”

I nod against her head, smirking to myself at the joke. “I’m an old man; it’ll take me longer than a few minutes to recover.” Her body turns stiff, energy suddenly zapping through her, and she pulls back, staring up at me with a hard expression on her face.

“Why do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?” I play dumb like I don’t know what she’s referring to.

“Referencing our age. I’m six years younger than you; we’ve established that. But don’t make this into some strange illicit affair. It’s demeaning and, quite frankly, gross.”

“I’m not—”

She shakes her head, cutting me off. “You are. I can tell it bothers you, and that’s fine. If it’s something you can’t get over, a fact you can’t move past, then I’ll end this now. I’ve said this to you before, and I’ll say it again: I won’t be treated as less than or undervalued. I know what I bring to the table. I know that someday, someone is going to see me and think, ‘Her, she’s the one I want.’ And if that person isn’t you, then thank you for the orgasms and the tattoo, and have a nice life.” She applies pressure on her knees, shifting her weight to lift off my body, but it’s my turn to cut her off.

“Serena, stop.” I take in a long breath, looking at my ceiling before casting my gaze down on her face. “Yes, okay, it bothers me. I feel like an old man lusting after a woman too young, too good, with too much potential for a man like me. I know six years isn’t a large age gap in the grand scheme of things, but you are still in college, figuring out your life, and that’s not something I can ignore. But tonight, when I saw you with Jake or Jack or whatever the hell his name was, I lost it. It felt wrong. It felt fucking disgusting. His hands on you? His mouth hovering like he had a right to your body? No, fuck that,” I seethe, shaking my head. “So yeah, maybe I need to reprogram my thoughts on your age to make me feel like I’m not an asshole for craving every single thing about you, but here we are. Okay? That’s what I fucking got.”

She greets my words with silence, staring at me with assessing eyes and a contemplative look. I lift my hand from her body, raking it through my buzz cut until she finally opens her mouth.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Good. Now let’s go to bed. I’m exhausted, princess.”

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Serena

It’s still dark out when I wake up, either early morning or late night, and I startle at my surroundings. The first thing I notice is that I’m not in my bed, nestled in my crisp white sheets and heavy comforter. The second thing I notice is that there is a staggering amount of heat coming from beneath me, like a furnace has been placed in the bed and is warming me from the outside in. And the third and most obvious thing I notice as I slowly drift into the world of the living is that there is a very thick erection pressed against my thigh and an extraordinarily skilled finger dancing between my legs.

“Oh,” I breathe out, hitting Wolf with my morning breath as he delves into me, taking one digit and burying it in my pussy. His motions are lazy and unhurried like he has all the time in the world to play my body like his favorite instrument. I wasn’t sure what I would get this morning, the stoic version of Wolf or the side of him that’s more open to exploring the possibility of us. Last night, he said a lot of things, a lot of words that made me believe that he is slowly accepting facts we cannot change. Facts like our ages, our experiences, and the undeniable chemistry we have. I have no idea where this will go, if this is something viable, or if this is just a fling to round out the end of my collegiate years, but I’m determined to enjoy it while it lasts.

Wolf adds another finger, stretching me wider before scissoring his fingers inside me and rubbing against my walls. Laying half on top of him with my leg hitched up around his waist, I don’t have much leverage to move or add friction to my clit, something I desperately need to come. He must sense my agitation because he holds me tighter, pinning me to his body in a vice that prevents any small movements I would have made.

“Wolf,” I groan, sliding one hand down from where it rests on his chest and trying to worm it between our bodies.

“Stop rushing, princess. Let me take care of you.” Wolf’s voice halts my progress, and I turn my face up, glaring at him through my lashes.

“You woke me up with your finger inside of me. How did you expect me to respond?”

“Exactly like this.” He pauses, a deep chuckle breaking from his mouth. “I like seeing you desperate for my cock, Serena. It’s fucking hot.”

“Yeah, well, good for you,” I mumble, squeezing my muscles together and gripping the fingers playing between my legs.

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