Serena
Flashback: Last Night
The night was a blur of golden lights, laughter, and champagne that burned a trail down my throat. I had been dizzy with excitement, with nerves, with too many toasts, and then… him.
I didn't remember his face clearly, only his presence.
The golden lights, plus the rush of warmth from my intoxicated mind, were the only things I could remember. The night was gay, and the flickering lights only made it even more difficult to capture his face, but I was damn near sure he was perfect!
The magnetic pull around him was electric. I had laughed too loudly at some joke I barely heard, and suddenly he was there again, leaning against the balcony railing, watching me.
Something about the intensity of his presence was inviting as hell. His gaze lingered on me, heavy and dark, and I felt my pulse stutter.
He reached out, brushing his fingers against mine, and in the heat of the moment, I reciprocated the action.
Maybe I shouldn't have, because what happened next was everything I should've avoided. A spark shot through me like static electricity; my heart hammered as I looked down, and his hand didn't leave mine.
The touch may have looked casual, but with every tingling sensation I could feel, I knew it wasn't. It was possessive in a way that made my pussy wet.
"Careful," he murmured, voice low, a rasp that made my knees weak. "Don't fall… unless it's into me."
He had a distinct accent. It was properly polished, but at the same time, very rich and commanding.
Before I could properly gather my thoughts back to the present, I felt warm lips on mine. He kissed me, tentative at first, like a question, a testing of boundaries.
But the moment our lips met, something snapped inside me. I could feel my wetness slowly soaking my panties.
My brain was dazed from all the alcohol; the lights and the shadow of his form gave way to a feeling I hadn't experienced before, even more intoxicating than the thrill of alcohol: adrenaline.
I leaned into him, pressing closer, my hands finding the warmth of his chest. He was a stranger, but he felt so familiar. His arms circled me, strong and unyielding, pulling me impossibly near. My hair tickled his collar, and I felt the heat of his body spread into me like wildfire.
That was when I was surrounded by such masculine scent my feet almost gave way.
Instinctively, my body began grinding against his, and I could feel his hardness. Whatever that realization was only further heightened my need, and I could feel my heat slipping through my thighs.
"Not here, princess," he said in that fucking sexy accent. It took everything in me for my knees not to give up.
We stumbled back inside, the world around us melting away: the gala, the noise, the glittering chaos. It all disappeared.
The music pulsed like a heartbeat in my ears as he pressed me against the wall, lips claiming mine in that hungry fashion, while my hands slowly explored the hard feel of his chest.
I could easily tell he worked out, but at this moment, all I wanted was to have him naked and plunging into me.
Fuck!
My hands in his hair, fingers threading through thick strands, needing to anchor myself to him.
Desire rolled through me shamelessly. I shouldn't be here; heck, I shouldn't even be in the fucking country right now, but I was tired of everything.
Always being the proper daughter and having to carry out really boring routines.
Tonight, I was going to make the most of it.
His hands reached under my skirt and poked at my panties. "You're so fucking wet, I can't handle anymore of your teasing." His mouth was still on mine.
His thumb was on my wetness, rubbing it slowly until a moan escaped my throat, but he silenced whatever sound I made with his mouth.
Slowly, my entire pussy was bared against his touch, and before I could protest, he inserted a finger inside me. Fuck! My knees, I could barely balance on my legs, but he held onto me tight.
He pulled his mouth away from mine briefly and inserted another finger. My pleasure was brimming. He leaned in gently and inserted his fingers deeper into my pussy. I held onto him for dear life as I tried to muffle my moans.
Instinctively, I began grinding my wetness against his fingers.
"Just like that, princess, just like that." I couldn't stifle the moan that escaped my lips, but at this rate, I couldn't give a damn if anyone was looking.
Just when I was so close to my release, he pulled his fingers out.
Before I could mutter a protest, he lifted my face and put his two fingers sensually inside my mouth.
"I want to know what you taste like, princess." I sucked in the warmth of my taste, and all the while, he kept his eyes on me. It was so thrilling, so fucking hot.
His mouth came down on mine, and he groaned when his tongue opened up my mouth. "Fuck, you taste so fucking good, I need to feel your warmth around my cock."
By the time we found a quieter room, my thoughts had unraveled entirely. Every kiss, every brush of hands, every lingering touch made my world shrink to him.
I remembered nothing else, only the fire, the need, the magnetic weight of him pressed against me.
In a second, my clothes were off, and I could feel his hardness grinding against mine. The room was so dark except for the small light from the electric bulb illuminating it.
I still couldn't see his face or make out his features, but something about that made it even more exciting. Fuck, I wanted him so bad; I've never wanted a man this much in my life.
We were on the bed, his polo was off, and I could feel the roughness of his body against my skin. I heard an almost silent thud and could tell his trousers were off. Finally, the moment was here, but what happened next was beyond my expectation.
He dipped his head and gently nibbled my clit. Before my mind could properly grasp the intensity of that single action, I felt his fingers inside me again.
His mouth was still sucking on my clit while he slowly fingered my wetness. "Fuck! You taste so fucking good, princess, and your pussy is so wet for me."
I didn't know which emotion to tackle; everything was happening all at once. "Ummph… fuck yes!"
"You like that, princess? Tell me you do. Tell me you like the way I'm eating you up so good," he murmured against my skin, and I could have sworn I was seeing stars.
My hips started moving, inching his fingers deeper. "Yes… I do… please, fuck! I need to come so bad." He grinned and increased the pace of his fingers, his tongue warming my wetness and sucking on my clit, edging me towards my release.
Just when I was close, he pulled out and stood up from the bed. I lay there wondering why he was tormenting me this way.
I heard a tear briefly, and I could tell what it was. I didn't need a prophet or a vision to know it was a condom. The bed creaked under his weight, and I felt him towering over me once more.
The heat of his body was so intense I was certain if he towered longer, I'd have a stroke. He dipped his head and kissed me again. "I hope you're ready for me, princess?" Before I could muster a reply, I felt his intense penetration, and fuck, he was huge.
He drove into me slowly as if to make my body relax to his length. The initial pain subsiding, the tingling of pleasure immediately took over. He leaned over and kissed me so intensely, opening me up to his length, and then he began thrusting.
Slowly at first, but when he sensed I was keeping up, he became faster.
My legs wrapped around his waist, his entire body towering over mine as his thrusts got more intense.
He smelled so fucking good I had to bite down on my bottom lip to stifle a moan. "Fuck, you feel so good, princess, and you taste even better." He rode me like it was the life of both of us. "Just like that, fuck, right there…" I had no idea where the boldness came from, but I didn't care; I could think about that later.
I clenched my pussy around his length, and a moan erupted from his lips, which gave me so much satisfaction. Suddenly, he pulled out and turned me, my back against his. He bent me over, and in a second, he filled me up again. His thrusting became even faster now, and I could feel myself slipping. Fuck, I was coming soon.
"I'm about to come, princess," he murmured against my ear, and that was all I needed. My pussy tightened around his length, and he drove into me faster until I reached my climax.
The feeling was so electrifying I almost passed out.
I didn't think it was possible. My mind blurred as I tried to recover from the intensity of my release. I heard him groan, and I could tell he came too.
We both fell into a daze, almost as though the night had been a dream, and the last thing I remember was warm arms around me before I drifted off to sleep.