Page 99 of Roses in Summer

I shake my head between her thighs, not letting up my ministrations, but not giving into her pleas either. I hum against her flesh, deliberately neglecting her sensitive clit as my tongue works her over.

“Lincoln,” she groans out, frustration bleeding into her voice. “More.”

I laugh at her demands and switch from licks to a hard bite against her lips. Seraphina yelps, but I know the pain is temporary, quickly transforming into pleasure as she tugs at my head. I soothe the sting, finally drawing the bundle of nerves into my mouth and sucking away the pain from my bite.

“Yes, god. Lincoln, yes,” Seraphina mutters. I lift my eyes, keeping my mouth on her clit, and see her twist her head back and forth, the prettiest fucking blush working over her features as I eat her pussy. If I thought Seraphina would be shy or timid during sex, I would have been so fucking wrong.

Seraphina is loud, vocal, and needy. She asks for what she wants and demands attention. Her normal demeanor may be quiet, observant, and reflective. But during sex or when she’s seeking her own pleasure? She’s wild, beautiful mayhem and controlled chaos. It’s a delicious oxymoron of prim and unhinged, reserved and eager.

Releasing her clit, I straighten in my seat and reach down to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. The sound of the teeth pulling has Seraphina looking up, staring at me as I lower the tab. I watch her lick her lips as I pull on my briefs, shifting the fabric until my cock is freed and standing between us.

Leaning back, I let my hand drag over my cock, pumping myself as I stare at her and the view she’s offering me. My hand is no substitute for hers, or her mouth, or god, her cunt, but the more I pump my dick, the more glazed her eyes get, and I won’t lie and say I don’t love how she watches me.

“You gonna come over here, ciern?” I keep my hand moving, widening my legs to give her a better view. “Or are you going to stare at me while I jerk myself off to your pretty wet cunt.”

“I—”

“Come here, ciern. Now,” I cut her off, ordering her to my lap. I watch as she fully sits up, skirt bunched at her hips and straps of her tank top falling over her shoulders. She’s stunning in her disheveled state, a goddess as she braces her hands on the wood and pushes her body forward. She shimmies toward me, moving slowly as she inches across the table.

Impatience takes over, and I release my cock, grabbing her calves and pulling her the rest of the way until her body falls off the table, and I catch her in my lap.

“Too fucking slow, ciern. Now ride my cock and show me who owns you.” My words are possessive, a testament to how crazy I am for the woman in front of me. But what I don’t say is that she owns me too. Every damn piece of me, every breath, every beat of my heart is hers.

Seraphina repositions herself, shifting so that her knees fall to the sides of my thighs and her cunt hovers right above me. Anyone walking by will know exactly what we’re doing in this tiny little study office, if not only by the visual through the thick glass, then by the sounds coming from our mouths and skin.

My eyes are between Seraphina’s legs as she lowers her body, sinking down slowly until, inch by inch, my cock disappears inside of her. It’s torture and ecstasy letting her drop down in increments, and I breathe in a ragged breath once she’s fully seated. I’m a tall man, but not a big man; my cock is proportionate to my size and isn’t a victim of elephantiasis. But what it is is curved, and I know, based on the pressure on my head and the way Seraphina’s eyes are closed and her head is thrown back, that I’m hitting the right spot as she grinds her body back and forth against me.

My hands move from her hips, up her rib cage, until they’re cupping her little tits over her shirt. Tugging on the fabric, I lower the neckline of her cream top to below her bra, not giving a damn if I stretch the material out or ruin the shirt. If I have to, I’ll buy her another.

I pull her bra cups down, revealing her nipples and putting her perky tits on display. She looks indecent, sliding on my cock with her clothes pulled in every direction. “Goddamn, baby. You feel incredible.” I’ve never been bare in a woman before, always careful to wrap my shit up before sex to avoid any unwanted outcomes. But with Seraphina, there’s nothing between us, and I can feel every squeeze of her pussy, every contraction, as she grinds faster against me, pushing her hips up to rub her clit against my groin. “How’s it feel, ciern?”

“Mmmhmph,” she murmurs, head still thrown back as she works herself on me. I lean forward, grabbing a nipple with my teeth and biting down gently, just enough to get her attention. “Oh my god.” Sera moans, looking down at where my mouth plays with her breasts. Her hands move from my shoulders to the back of my head, holding me to her chest as though I’m an idiot and would try to move away from her.

With my eyes pinned to her face, I pull her nipple into my mouth, latching on and sucking hard. The pressure spurs her, and she moves faster, gyrating her hips to the rhythm of my flicks and bites.

“Lincoln, I’m coming,” she whispers, nearly silently, as her body convulses on top of mine, pussy spasming as her orgasm floods her system. Moving my hands from her tits, I pin her hips down and draw her chest against mine, hugging her in place.

“That’s right, ciern. Come on my cock, fucking milk it until my cum is spilling from inside you.” I punctuate my words with hard thrusts from beneath her, bracing my feet on the floor for leverage. My pelvis hits her clit each time I move, and I don’t miss how she trembles in my arms, oversensitive from her orgasm while I work her body chasing mine.

“Lincoln, it’s too much.” She groans, though her hips trace figure eights over my lap, belying her words. “Please.”

“Take it, Seraphina,” I order, one final command until I’m coming inside her, painting her pussy with my cum. “Fuck, baby.” I hold her down, feeling her pussy clench around me in a second orgasm triggered by mine.

I hold her to me, our breaths mingling in the sex-tainted air of the room. Seraphina’s body trembles, small, minute shivers that, had she not been pinned to my body, I probably wouldn’t notice.

Lifting my hands, I gather her hair, tilting her head back until her glazed eyes meet mine. “I love you, Seraphina. I really fucking do.”

“I know,” the minx responds. I roll my eyes at her retort but don’t press her to say anything before I continue.

“I saw Mitch at brunch.” Seraphina’s body stops trembling at my words, the blissed-out state she was in receding just as quickly as it arrived. “He was there with some guy, and I watched him slip something into a woman’s drink. I confronted him, and the asshole bouncer kicked me out and that douchebag stayed.”

“You spoke to him?”

“Yes, I spoke to him.”

She closes her eyes, cutting my vision of her expressive stare. I can still tell what she’s thinking without it, but her dark-brown irises hold a lot of hints, and I resent her shutting me out. I sigh as she tries to lean back. I drop my hands, giving her the space she seems to need and sigh. “I told him that if he ever spoke to you again, I’d kill him. I should have broken his jaw in the middle of that god-awful restaurant, but I didn’t, and that will be one of the biggest regrets of my life, right behind letting him manipulate you.”

“You didn’t let him manipulate me, Lincoln. I did. What happened to me in high school is about what I allowed by stupidity, a hero complex, and an inability to confide in people. It didn’t have anything to do with you.”

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