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, slowly at first.
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.
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 inserted his two fingers sensually inside my mouth.
"I want you to know what you taste like, princess." I sucked in the warmth of my heat, and all the while, he kept his eyes on me. It was so thrilling, and 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 down. Finally, the moment was here, but what happened next was beyond my expectation...