Page 25 of Pride

“I…”

I can’t continue any more. If I keep talking he’ll see I’m on the verge ofpanting, he’s affecting me so drastically. Beads of sweat collect on my forehead, between my breasts. The throbbing gets more intense. I don’t know what to do.

“We’re consenting adults,” he growls. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you.”

A strangled sound comes from my throat. I certainly can’t lie and tell him I don’t want that. I want it more than anything right now — more than breathing.

“Being close to you and not touching you is intoxicating, Sera. You fascinate me. Your beauty, your scent… you drive me wild. I want to know what you taste like.” His lips slide against my neck. “Everywhere.”

Before I can reply, he bends his head and captures my mouth with his. His tongue, insistent, opens my lips and finds mine. I’ve kissed boys before — not many — but it was never, ever anything like this. I keep hearing the word he said echo in my head. Intoxicating. Intoxicating.That’s how it is — like he’s making me drunk with his kiss.

Dizzily, I feel both of his hands on my body, moving lower, lower, until they’re cupping my ass. He lifts me, and pulls meagainst him, insistently, until his erection is pressing against my sensitive core.Ohhhh…it’s so good, it’s like pressure but good pressure, like if he’s not careful I’m going to lose control. I’m going to explode…

“No! I — can’t,” I gasp, wrenching my mouth from his.

“Sera, what —?”

“Not tonight. It’s… good night, Antony.”

Before he can reply, I wriggle out of his grasp and reach back blindly for the doorknob again. Twisting it open, I fling myself through the threshold before anything more can happen. The door closes behind me, and I lean against it, trying to catch my breath.

On the other side of the door, I hear him chuckle.

Then, his footsteps fade away.

14

ANTONY

The door is barely closed to my suite of rooms before I’m tearing off my clothes and heading for the shower. Even though I just took one a few hours earlier. But this one has nothing to do with getting clean and everything with getting my head clear.

I turn the water as hot as I can stand it and step in. Steam coats the glass already. My dick is hard as steel and aching like a motherfucker. The teasing back-and-forth of my conversation with Sera at dinner was a pleasant flirtation, but the heat of having her close to me snuck up on me, until I found myself following her back to her room. By the time we were at her door, I was determined to get inside her room. Get insideher.

That is, until she flipped out and bolted like a baby fawn.

Christ, is it possible she isn’t as sexually experienced as I assumed she was? Her haughtier-than-though attitude has been a major turn-on, not gonna lie, but I assumed it was for show. A wall she was putting up to indicate she was off-limits. Tonight, though, she kept giving me what I assumed were come-hither looks. Hell, Iknowthey were.

I just assumed she knew that, too.

Serafina Mucci wants me. I can see it in her eyes. In the way her breath quickens when I come near — making those fucking delectable breasts of hers rise and fall alluringly.

When her lips parted, just before I kissed her, I knew she was mine. The way her body collapsed against me, molded against my hardness. Jesus, the way she moaned her pleasure, that little thrust against my dick I’m not even sure she knew she did, like a reflex. Her body was made for mine.

Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I walked away from that. I must be fucking nuts.

In the shower, I grasp my cock, letting out a loud groan at the contact. But it doesn’t want my hand. It wants Serafina’s hot, soft cunt. It wants release deep inside her. My eyes squeeze shut as I imagine she’s here with me. She’s naked, rivulets of water streaming down between her breasts, caressing her ass and her thighs. In my mind, I bend down and take one water-slick nipple in my mouth, teasing it hard. Sera fists her hands in my hair, arching her back toward me. I pump myself, slowly, slowly because I’m already on edge. So close, so close.

I kneel down, to taste her perfect pussy. She spreads her legs, so hot and ready for me. I lick and tease her, lost in the moment, until Sera calls out my name and shudders, releasing her hot, honeyed sweetness on my tongue as she comes.

Taking her hips in my hands, I lift her up against the shower wall and plunge my cock inside her soft, quivering velvet. My forehead rests on the glass. My dick thrusts into my fist, hard, harder, and then I come with a shout, my whole body convulsing as I release inside her in my fantasy, coating her insides over and over. Marking her. Making her mine forever.

It takes me several minutes to catch my breath. I turn off the water and stagger out of the shower, grabbing the still-damp towel I used earlier to dry off. Back in the bedroom, I’m out like a light in seconds.

But all night, I dream of Serafina Mucci.

The next morning,Sera doesn’t come down for breakfast. Fay informs me she has taken her meal in her room and asked not to be disturbed.

I can’t help but be disappointed. I was looking forward to seeing her, self-conscious and sheepish, trying to hide her desire from me. I consider going up to see her after breakfast, but in the end I figure a little distance is probably good for us. For me, anyway.

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