Page 209 of Fury

The heat rose inside me, my hands gliding, moving, stroking over the inked delicate birds, suns and moons, many in different stages of eclipse, stars and waves. Goddesses dancing, fairies flying. Compasses. A lot of compasses all over her. Each one with numbers underneath.

I stroked around her full breasts, and they swayed with the movement of my hands. The tattooed blue N was in flames and visible in the purple and pink and red vines and flowers by one tit. The small silver balls of her nipple piercings gleamed in the muted light, and my mouth dried. I remembered when she’d first gotten them, and they’d been mine, all mine. I wanted those tits in my hands, in my mouth. I wanted her body under me, moving with mine. To fight me. Tease me. To beg me for more, demand more. I wanted inside her, taking from her every last drop of resistance and filling her with me.

But that could wait. My cock could wait. This, right now, was everything.

My thumbs rubbed up at the edges of her thighs then skimmed down on either side of her slit, and she let out a cry. I stroked over the top of her pussy, massaging in firm circles, applying pressure over the hood of her clit. She moaned, her mouth parting, her hips flexing up towards my sure strokes.

“Holy sh...” Her head swung to the side, her breathing uneven.

I kneaded her most intimate curves, massaging over her core, her flesh swelling under my touch. That’s what I wanted for her, pleasure, heat. Her eyes found mine. Knowing, not knowing. I wanted to break down all the boundaries between us again. I searched for her. A serenade calling out to her. A tango challenging her, summoning her back. Every stroke brought her further, brought us closer.

I palmed her pussy and she lifted her hips, grinding into my hand.

“Yeah, baby, oh yeah,” I said, my voice thick, sweat beading on my forehead. I swirled my thumb and index finger around her clit, never touching it directly, then down her opening, tugging at the sides of her slick lips.

Her gaze remained fixed on mine. Was she still anxious? Still disbelieving that this was happening? That it was me in her bed, making her come?

I’m gonna make you come, all right.

My other hand swept over a tit and settled on her upper chest. I needed to feel her heart pounding for me, connecting to mine. Her fingernails dug into my arm, her head shoving back into the pillow. Pinning her hands down into the mattress, I buried my face between her legs. Her back arched off the bed.

I had plunged into the ocean.

A thousand suns broke over the perfumed water, and I was blinded by the glare. I surged to the bottom, I flew to the surface. I breathed deep and took it all in, all of it, all of it was her.

Her breathy moans and cries got louder and more frequent. They were beautiful, they were fragile, and I wanted more and more of them. Her body shuddered in my grip, her sharp taste filling my mouth, intoxicating me, feeding my hunger.

She stiffened, closing her legs, writhing away. “No!”

I slid up her body, lifting up on my arms, hovering over her. “What’s wrong? What is it?”

She turned her face into the pillow, tears staining her cheek.

I pushed her hair back, my nose brushing the side of her jaw. “Serena, talk to me.”

“Stop. I—I can’t do this.”

My erection pressed against her middle, a hand sliding through the slickness between her legs, and she relaxed. “Too real for you?”

Her eyes were a storm-pitched sea, turbulent, murky, the bottom no longer visible. I’d hit a nerve.

“Sunshine,” I whispered. “Being with you again, so close, like this, is amazing. You feel it, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Her lips trembled. “Yes.”

My index finger slowly made its way inside her pussy, pulsing there.

Her chin raised, her breath catching, making a strangling noise in her throat. She was mine. Always mine.

“Justin...”

“You’re burning a hole right through me, baby,” I breathed.

Her eyelids jammed shut. “Please stop.” She hissed the word out long and slow. She was fighting it. She was uncomfortable.

I released her, removing my hand and gently brushed her lips with mine. “We’ll take it slow. Spend time together with our clothes on. We need to—”

“No.” With a heave, she sprang from the bed, grabbing her robe from the floor, charging from the room.

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