Page 82 of Serenade Me

“Hmmm?”

“Just… ahhhh,” she groans, as I drive a finger inside her, twisting it against her tightness.

“Did you want something?”

“Just… fuck.”

“Just fuck… what?”

“Fuck… you bastard!” she yells and grabs a handful of my shirt.

I take that as my cue, and pull myself up onto my knees, dragging her hips towards me, and in one movement, sink myself deep inside her.

“Shitshitshitshitshit!”

“Wow, so ladylike,” I pant as I pull back and drive myself into her again.

“Shut up and just…”

“Just what? You’re going to have to finish your sentences if you want me to know what you want!”

She opens her eyes and glares at me. I grin at her and reach between us, grazing my thumb over her clit. Her eyes slam shut as she arches her back, and I feel her squeeze me so hard, I think I might lose all control right in that moment.

There’s silence for a moment except for the sound of us panting as our bodies grind against each other. I’m so close, but I want her to let go first.

I find her aching bud between my fingers and pinch gently, and her whole body tenses.

“Oh Fuck! FUckfuckfuck! I’m going to come,” she yells, and a sense of release washes over me. I pull her hard against my body, thrusting deep inside her as I feel her muscles squeeze and release, over and over.

“Oh god, Marius…. fuck me…”

Her voice, thick with lust pushes me over the edge, and I force myself to look into her eyes as I reach my climax. My body jerking against her as I release myself inside her.

“Oh… Anca… baby…” I mumble, as my body collapses and I lay back on the floor, pulling her on top of me.

“Hmmmmdatwasgud…” she mumbles, her face buried against my damp chest.

I can barely hold back a chuckle. Her passion is so overwhelming, but I love her endearing sweetness just as much. My heart purrs a happy tune and I wrap my arms around her as our breaths slow and our heartbeats return to normal.

“SHIT!!”

A voice jerks us awake, and I spring up, only to see Dennis slam the door shut with him on the other side.

“Aw, fuck.” I say, watching his silhouette against the window rush away.

Anca, on the other hand, giggles.

“What? You think that’s funny?”

“You trying to tell me you’ve never been caught with one of your groupies before?”

“I… wait, what? That’s irrelevant. What if it had been Jez?”

She just shrugs and pulls me down on top of her, her lips against my jaw. “What if?”

“I knew it... you are a witch,” I say, tickling her sides.

The sound of her giggles stays with me the whole way through the concert and into my dreams.