Page 19 of Wrapped Up in You
“How can I help?” Crew asks once I’m at the stove, lifting the lid and stirring the meat sauce. The salad is ready—a simple garden salad with lettuce, carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, and some Colby Jack cheese cut up into bite-sized pieces.
“Will you fill a pot with water? I’ll get Mackie fed really quickly, and in fifteen minutes or so, we can eat.” Crew stops me with a firm grip of his hand on my hip, the tips of his fingers searing me through the thin fabric of my shorts. He gathers it in his hand, lifts it up, and fully engulfs my cheek.
“Like coming home to you, Serena. I like it a whole lot. Nobody’s here to interrupt us, and I can have my hands and mouth on you in whatever capacity I want.” I abandon the thought of dinner, loop my arms around his shoulders, and he lifts me up with one hand. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he’s moving. “Turning the sauce off. Dinner will have to wait. The only meal I want to eat is you.”
“Down the hall, second door on the left.” The look of desire he sends my way has me rocking my hips, greedy to finally have him inside me. I hold on tighter than I ever have before. His lips seek mine, and there’s a rush to what we're both after.
“You good with me taking you tonight, sweetheart?” he asks when we enter my bedroom. It’s kind of hard to ask when I’m busy using his body, and his hands are slowly working their way beneath my shirt. Through it all, he’s been able to maintain walking, kissing, and talking. A lot more than I’ve done, that’s for sure.
“More than sure.” I lift my arms as the fabric of my shirt is pushed up higher. Crew still hasn’t let me go, and it’s by sheer will on his part that he’s able to hold me while I use every muscle in my body to hold on. Once the cotton is discarded from my body, he makes his move, spinning us around until my back meets the mattress.
“Good, because I’m about to take my time and taste every last inch of you.” He strips for me, standing between my spread legs while revealing every delicious inch of his body. Each dip and ripple of his muscular body has me leaning up until I’m resting on my forearms, afraid I’ll miss the performance of a lifetime.
“Damn, Crew,” I breathe when he wraps his hand around his thick cock. My mouth waters at the drop or precum that gathers at the tip. I’m torn between begging to taste him and waiting patiently to finally feel him inside me. The decision is taken away from me when his hands meet my hips, pushing me upward on the bed, and his knees hit the mattress.
“You’re going to be saying that a lot tonight, sweetheart,” he says right before his lips wrap around my nipple, sucking it deeply before repeating the process with the other. The sensation zaps straight to my core, and I hike my legs around his waist. I attempt to arch my hips while my hands dig in the back of his head.
“Need more, need you.” Crew sucks harder, lightly biting the tip, back and forth. Once, twice, and after a third time, he finally moves further down my body.
“Patience, Serena. You’ll get what we both want soon enough.” He moves my legs until they’re over his shoulders, my thighs clamping down at the thought of having his mouth on my pussy.
“The same patience you’ve shown me?” I tease, hands going to where his mouth was only moments ago. My fingers emulate his ministrations, yet they’re not the same. Crew’s ruined me for everyone, my own fingers and toys no longer do the trick. All they do now is leave me begging and wanting more, so much more.
“Serena, you don’t know what you do to me.” He breathes me in, nose nudging at the bareness above my folds. A shiver races through me, uncontrollable, and then the tip of his tongue slides through my folds, licking me from one fold to the other, up and down, exactly like he did to my nipples. He’s dangerously close to where I need him, and he’s well aware of it, too.
“Crew,” I repeat his name, dig my heels into his back, and he finally goes for more. His tongue circles my clit, seeing whatworks best to get me closer to the edge. Little does he know that anything related to him is enough to have me scrambling to hold off from coming hard and fast.
“You’re so pretty like this, wet and needy. Goddamn perfection beneath me.” He pulls away, moving until the backs of his thighs meets his legs, then moves my legs until my feet are planted on the mattress, and I’m so spread out, my inner muscles are pulled taut. “Stay just like that.”
There’s no room for negation. When he’s like this, in charge, dominant, and exuding all this sexual energy, it’s hard not to listen. Especially when his cock is at my entrance. He slides in an inch, thumb replacing his tongue on my clit. He presses down while sliding it up and down and side to side.
“Crew.” My head tips back, neck arching and eyes closing. I expected him to go slow, much like he did with his mouth. I should have known he’d do the complete opposite. One powerful plunge, and he’s completely inside me, creating a delicious burn, me stretching around his girth, his length hitting me deep and hard.
“Fuck. You feel incredible, look so damn beautiful, and you’re all mine. Every smile, every laugh, everything.” He keeps working, moving in and out of me, pushing us to the brink before slowing down. This man has kept me on the edge from day one. It didn’t matter that he should have been off-limits, much like I should be to him. Yet, through it all, we’re finding a way to make it work, to make this work, to make us work.
“So good, so damn good,” I mewl as rivulets of sweat coat our combined bodies. It isn’t until his mouth lands on mine, kissing me with a passionate fierceness and swallowing my moans, that every last sensation takes ahold of me. I’m coming, flying apart at the seams, and through it all, Crew doesn’t stop. He rocks his hips, grinding down on my clit and making sure I don’t lose it. God, this man is what a woman’s dreams are made of. Sure,we want the happily ever after, the marriage, and maybe the children. What we also want is a man who can make you come and last longer than a two-pump chump.
“Crew,” I say on a scream-cry.
“Don’t want to pull out, sweetheart,” he grits once my orgasm starts to slowly ebb away. He didn’t come with me, a gentleman through and through. “Where am I coming, Serena?” I can tell he’s losing the battle with holding back.
“Anywhere you want. I’m on the pill.” His eyes home in on mine, a smirk appears on his face, and I know I’m in for it.
“Gonna make you orgasm again, then I’m going to fuck you through it all and watch as our combined come seeps from your pussy. Marking you in a way that’s permanent. One that only I’ll ever see, and you’ll let me do it time and time again.”
“God, Crew. Yes, please.” My head shakes back and forth, fighting the way he makes me feel. The pleasure explodes through me. His movements, his grunts, the way he looks hovering above my body, it doesn’t take long for Crew to make me come again.
“Serena.” This time, he comes right along with me, eyes connected the entire time. True to his word, he keeps pumping his hips, watching as his come pumps inside me only to slowly coat the lips of my pussy, his dick, and everywhere else it lands. It’s hot, it’s messy, and it’s more than I could have ever thought possible.
14
CREW
After having Serena to myself last week and this weekend, coming in to work today three days in a row to a Serena-less office is fucking terrible. The only things holding me together are the rare glimpses I’ve had of her through the week. I’ve never roamed around the building as much as I have until this week. I’m pretty sure Mary can see straight through my farce, and if she has, then I’m sure the other employees here have, too.
“Are you heading out for the day?” Todd asks from the doorway. I’m in the middle of sliding my arms into my suit jacket, a habit from the many meetings I’ve had through the years, plus it beats the hell out of carrying it when I still need to grab my keys, phone, and tablet.
“I am meeting up with the group. Everyone is going in different directions, so Sundays have gotten even busier.” I shrug my shoulders, turn off my computer, the do the same to the lamp in the corner of the office. When Serena was working with me, there was no use of the overhead lights. She’d put on every lamp in the office and open the blinds to let light in. Now, I’ve been doing similar, it’s a hell of a lot easier on my eyes, that’s for damn sure.
