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He lapped at me teasingly. “That is the point, my littleSittenstrolch.”
A sexy laugh erupted from my chest. “Your little sex fiend? Now you’re asking for it.”
He lifted his head and raised a brow, then tore the condom open and rolled it on, the latex glowing in the night to illuminate his strong erection. “I am asking for it,” he whispered, his hand caressing my cheek. “I am asking for it one more time in case you have changed your mind. I do not want any regrets in the morning.”
I grasped his glow-in-the-dark cock and directed it back to my triangle. “No regrets. I’m all yours,” I promised, poising him at my opening. “Please, take me, Lars.”
His hips jerked, but he caught himself at the last moment, entering me slowly, a bit at a time while he watched my face for discomfort. There was none.
“God, you feel incredible,” I moaned, wiggling my hips until he had filled me completely.
He settled his pelvis against mine and waited, his head thrown back and his breath heavy in his chest. “It is you who is incredible,” he sighed, his hips thrusting once against me. “My chest hurts at how beautiful and right this feels. I had no idea it could be like this. Knowing I am your first is stealing my breath away.”
I ran my hand over his chest and left it in the middle to warm him. “Love me, Lars,” I begged until his hips started moving again. He lowered his lips to mine, and the change in position changed the way he fit inside me. Already so close to the edge, I lifted my hips to match his thrusts, his demanding but gentle, mine wild and desperate.
“Oh God, Serenity,” he moaned. He stilled inside me, buried so deeply I had swallowed him completely.
I lifted my hips more, and he settled in deeper yet. “I’m going to come around you,” I cried, trying to hold back the waves that started deep within me.
“Let go, baby. I will follow,” he promised, his head thrown back.
I stopped fighting the sensations and fell over the edge again, his moans and cries of desire driving me higher. He thrust forward twice, and my name fell from his lips with reverence as he spasmed inside me. That was all I needed to hear. I no longer questioned if what we had together was forever.
Fourteen
Lars
I glanced at Serenity for the hundredth time since the meeting started. We were in the future Kontakt Café discussing food and beverage options with our vendors. We needed a plan to get it up and running as fast as possible. Did I have to be involved in such a benign aspect of the business? Absolutely not, but I wanted to see Serenity.
After last night, all I wanted to do was be with her. Every part of her. All of her. Open to me the way she was last night. I had not stopped thinking about the honor she gave me by allowing me to be the first man to make her his. She gave me that piece of her soul. A piece she had held onto for twenty-four years. Now I had to decide what I was going to do with it.
Every part of me but one wanted to stay buried in her forever. It was the part of me that saw the dates on the calendar that reminded me why I could not. I would break her heart in the end, but if I taught her how to love herself and be the sexual woman that I knew she was, she would still thank me. I hoped. I prayed.
I lowered my gaze to the front of my suit pants, and they were once again tented and tight. The simple thought of how incredible it was to be inside her was enough to make me throb with desire.
After she shared her virginity with me, we fell asleep wrapped up in each other. I woke her every hour after that for a repeat performance. I struggle to say Itookher virginity, as that word implied she did not give it willingly. What we shared was beautiful, and I could not get enough of her. If she thought that box of twelve condoms was going to last, she was wrong. I would use what was left tonight without even trying, she was that easy to love.
Her soft, sensual body wrapped perfectly around mine. The way she whispered dirty bits in my ear in German made me harder than I had ever been before. She may not be a sex fiend, but she made a damn good start at being one last night. After lunch, we might have to retire to her apartment for a meeting of the personal kind if this kept up. And by this, I meant me.
“That should do it then,” Serenity was saying when I tuned back in. “Mr. Jäger, do you have anything else?”
I cleared my throat, and she grinned. She knew exactly what she was doing to me sitting there in that pantsuit with a silky cami being the only thing between me and her creamy breasts. “Not that I can think of at the moment,” I answered, my voice breathy until I cleared it again. “Feel free to call us with any questions that come up.”
We all shook hands, and I was ridiculously glad we had remained seated while we did it. Standing up was going to be embarrassing at this juncture. They packed their items and prepared to leave, but I held onto Serenity’s hand, so she did not stand. “We have a few things to discuss, would you walk them out and come back?” I asked, nodding at the man and woman standing by the table.
She cocked her head to the side before she answered. “Sure, be right back.”
Seamlessly, she motioned for them to go ahead of her while she chatted them up about the weather and what I assumed was the local baseball team. She was incredibly good at what she did, and she knew it. She more than earned her salary, and I had better be careful not to break her heart too quickly or I might lose her.
“Everything okay? We don’t have any other meetings planned for today,” she said, coming back into the café. “We scheduled ourselves out to discuss new ideas with Gretchen.”
I chuckled and grasped her hand, lowering it to my lap. “Everything is fine, except I was so hard I could not stand up and look professional.”
“That is quite the state,” she agreed, giving me a subtle stroke since we were still in front of the windows. “I might have a cure for that. Follow me,” she said, dropping her hand.
She pushed through the swinging door of the empty kitchen. It was dark, with only a bit of filtered light coming in from the front through the window. She reached behind her and took my hand, guiding me to the back where we kept the dry goods and paper supplies. She yanked me in between the shelving, then her arms wrapped around my neck and she kissed me hard. I moaned the moment our lips met. I fought back with my tongue until I controlled her, nipping, biting, and sucking until she whimpered.
My hand slipped inside her cami to caress her soft breast, the flesh warm and tender under my fingers where I massaged her. She moaned loudly when I ground my hardness against her leg, so I bit her lip gently until she hushed.
