Eternal, p.11
Eternal, page 11
His other hand is still on my ass, and he begins to squeeze. He leans in and kisses my jaw, trailing down my neck. My breath stills as he begins to kiss me. I turn my face back to him. He leans back as if asking permission to continue. I press my hands flat to the back of his neck, pulling him in. He kisses me with such a need like his body has been deprived of water for days. I kiss him back, my lips molding to his like they were always meant to be there.
One hand reaches up my back to lightly tug on my bikini top, pausing for a moment to allow me to tell him to stop. But I don’t want him to stop. My body needs him as much as he needs mine.
He tugs harder and pulls the bikini top off. Soren stops kissing me to lean back and get a good look at me. He reaches up to cup one, my breasts still below the water. They fit in his hand perfectly.
He lets out a breath, and a smirk falls onto his face. Running his thumb across the hardened peak, he lifts me further out of the water. My breasts are out of the water now, his heated eyes sweeping across my exposed flesh, admiring me. Leaning down, he closes his lips around my nipple, his tongue gently flicking across the bud.
I let out a groan, arching into his touch. I feel his cock pressing into me. If I had to guess, he’s got quite an impressive length. Girthy and long. Tristan had a tiny dick compared to Soren.
Am I even going to be able to take something like that?
I try not to think about my past or future as his mouth ravishes my breasts. Each nip, flick, and suck becomes increasingly urgent.
He brings his hands down to my waist, toying with the waistband of my bottoms.
Right here? This is where our first time together is going to be?
He lets go of my breast and kisses me again with more passion than before. He pulls my bottoms off halfway down my thighs, then lifts me onto the deck. Even when he stands all the way up in the pool, the water only reaches his shoulders. He peels the bottoms off and urges me to move closer to the edge, digging his fingers into my ass. His arms wrap under my thighs, his palms rest on the inside, and he peels my legs apart. My pussy glistening in the sun from the water and dripping from desire.
He stands back, taking me in for a brief moment before feasting on my pussy. My hands curl into his hair, my mouth falling agape, no longer able to hold my moan. His tongue flicks my clit, sending a jolt straight to my stomach. My grip tightens, pushing his face closer as I grind my hips against his lips.
“Oh please,” I beg, pulling on his hair a little harder than I intended.
“Please, what?” He mumbles, each letter vibrating against me.
“Please. I need to come.”
“Not until you beg for it.”
A pulse of pleasure radiates through my body at his command.
He’s so fucking hot.
My knuckles turn white, clinging to the pool's edge as two fingers press into me, pumping hard.
“Ohh-- fuck--. Soren, please let me come. I need to come. Please.” Desperation floods out in breathy pants.
“Then come for me, darling.” He growls.
The vibration of his voice massages my clit. His fingers picked up the pace. I throw my head back, my toes curl, and I come hard. Incoherent words come out of my mouth as my juices flood his.
I see nothing but white. My hearing going out. I fall back, unable to move.
He removes his fingers after I shudder a few more times under his touch. Soren chuckles as he licks his lips and wipes his chin. He grips both hands on the outside of my thighs. I finally come back down into myself and sit up. I see him sucking my desire off his fingers.
“You’re delectable,” Soren says, almost moaning.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when our eyes lock. My arms snake around his neck, pulling him in, and his eyes are level with my breasts. Without breaking eye contact, he kisses each one. We just drink each other in. His body looks like he’s been chiseled by a Greek god, as corny as it sounds. His abs are highly defined, and his arms are perfectly toned. He is ripped as fuck, and clearly doesn’t skip leg day. His jawline is so sharp it can actually compete with a knife. And the scars that litter his chest only add another layer of mystery to him, a mystery I’m becoming more desperate to solve.
I'm first to break the silence. “I believe I owe you one.”
He kisses my collarbone. “You don’t owe me anything. Besides, I need you rested and ready for tonight.” His eyes glimmer with excitement.
“What are we doing tonight? And please don’t tell me it’s a surprise.”
“Tonight, we have a chef coming at 6:30 to cook dinner. Dinner will be served at 8:00 on the dock, then we will enjoy a bonfire on the deck, and hopefully, I get to ravage your body properly.” Soren says, his eyes darkening.
I feel my pussy twitch at his words. “That sounds delightful. The only problem is my sister didn’t pack any clothing. She packed two outfits, swimsuits, and li-” I cut myself off, blushing, “And some other things.”
Soren smiles at me wickedly. “She packed lingerie?”
I blush, nodding.
His grin only widens. “If you need to cover yourself up more, you can use my clothes, but only when we have guests over. Any other time, I want you just like this.” His hand reached out to caress my breast again.
I scoot back and stand fully. “Well, I’m going to shower and get ready for the night.” I grab my top and bottoms and saunter back into the house. In the reflection of the window, I see him drinking me in. I smile to myself and keep walking. That was well worth the wait.
Chapter fifteen
Freya
I stare at my closet full of lingerie and bathing suits. After a closer look, I discovered the two pairs of Daisy Dukes Serena packed. I pluck them off their hanger, only to realize my ass cheeks will be fully exposed. The shirts are not any better; they all can pass as bras. And we are trying not to give the house staff an eyeful today. We are about to have employees over, and as much as I’d love to see Soren’s jealous side come out, I have more self-respect than that. I grab a pair of shorts, if you can even call them that, and one of his shirts, pausing to breathe in his cologne that lingers on the shirt.
Going back to the closet, I run my fingers across the lace and strappy material. I settled on a bra and panty set. The bra is made of black lace, with two straps aligning above the cup and another strap running up the middle to wrap around my neck. The bottom piece–a lace thong–perfectly matches the bra. Looking for a designer tag, I find a note pinned to the back where the tag should be.
Handmade in Italy to fit your exact measurements. Hope you love it.
x Serena
I get dressed and head into the living room, turning on the TV while I wait for Soren to return. I’m slowly lulled to sleep by its quiet croon playing in the background. As I drift off, I feel Soren stand in front of me. He pauses for a moment before bending down and lifting me, jolting me from my nap. But I quickly settle down, and I nestle into his chest. He stretches out under me, my head resting on his lower stomach as we get into a more comfortable position. His hands never leave me, and I start to drift off again.
I awake to voices trailing from the kitchen and sit up. Soren turns his attention to me, stroking my hair.
“Have a good nap?”
I give him a lazy smile and nod. He looks so relaxed and at peace. I lay back on him, one arm wrapping around his leg as I roll over to my stomach.
“They’re working on dinner, but they should be done soon. After dinner, we can either have a bonfire or go out on the boat.”
I lift my head to pay better attention to him. “I remember you saying something about a bonfire but nothing about a boat.”
“They brought it to us during your nap. I had one we were expecting to receive, but it wasn’t supposed to be until tomorrow.”
My jaw drops. “What other surprises do you have up your sleeve?”
Soren shrugs, “You’ll see.” He leans forward to kiss me, which I gladly accept.
Someone behind us clears his throat. “Mr. and Mrs. Astor, dinner is served.”
Soren sits up further, pushing me to my knees.
“Are you hungry?” He asks, brushing my hair out of my face, then rests his hand on my face. His thumb pressed against my bottom lip.
I take his thumb into my mouth, sucking. “Ravenous,” I say as I release his thumb.
His eyes darken at the gesture. “Careful. We don’t want our dinner to get cold.”
Soren stands and helps me off the couch. Holding my hand, he makes his way to the patio until we reach the dock. At the end of the pier, there’s a small table set up with two chairs and candles and flower petals leading up to the table. A butler is standing at the end with a bottle of wine that he is popping open once we get closer. Soren and I sit across from each other and wait as the butler pours our wine, then lifts the cloches, revealing a steak with lobster risotto and roasted tomatoes. My mouth starts to water, just from the sight.
Soren lifts his wine glass. “To our future.”
I smile and repeat the same thing, our glasses clinking together.
He examines me closer, eyes narrowing as he takes a sip. “You look damn good in my clothes, by the way.” He leans in after setting his glass down on the table. “But I think it will look better when they’re on the floor.”
I balk at his pointed comment. “Thanks,” I whisper, a blush creeping onto my cheeks as he starts to cut into his dinner.
We eat in silence, enjoying each other’s company and watching the sunset over the mountains. Soren stands when dinner is done and reaches a hand out to me. We walk hand in hand back to the patio. A fire started in the gas-burning bonfire pit, and a comfy love seat adorned with pillows and flower petals. He carries our empty wine glasses in his other hand, and there’s an ice bin with wine resting in it. I sit as Soren pours wine for the both of us, sitting next to me. His hand comes to rest on my thigh as we watch the fire and enjoy the calm night breeze in silence.
The wine keeps flowing, and I start to loosen up a little bit. “I have a confession to make,” I slur slightly.
He looks up from his wine glass, waiting expectantly. The fire draws out the golden flecks in his eyes, his own fire blazing brightly when he looks at me.
“Well, two things to confess I guess. First, I am wearing lingerie and waiting for you to take a peek. And second, I don’t want you to sleep with anyone else, ever.” I draw the word out, adding too many r’s to the end of it, but continue anyways, “It hurts my feelings.” I finish with a hiccup.
Soren stares at me like a deer in headlights setting his wine glass down on the table next to me, then turns his body to me.
“If you wanted me to take a peek, you just had to ask. But it’s okay. I won’t sleep with anyone else. I just have to warn you, my taste is a little darker. Think you can handle it?” He asks, his hand trailing up into my hair.
I nod my head, suddenly realizing I’m ready to please him. At any time. I marvel at my own realization, lost in thought before he cups my chin, yanking me out of the fantasy and back to the moment at hand.
“Good girl. Now, strip,” He growls, and shock and desire ripple through my body.
Standing, I tug at the hem of my shirt, watching Soren as he leans back, one hand holding his wine glass, his other arm draped on the back of the loveseat. I turn my back to him when I shimmy out of the shirt, throwing it onto the deck, out of the way. I give him my full attention when I notice a bulge forming in his shorts.
“Hurry up,” He directs.
I unbuttoned my shorts and leaned over a bit, my ass cheeks had already been hanging out of my jean shorts, but he’s got a better view now. Then pull them down to my ankles, bending over at the waist to pick them up, and throw them with my shirt.
Soren groans from behind me.
“What do you want me to do to you, Freya?” Soren’s voice is strained as he makes an attempt to compose himself.
I fidget with the straps on my chest. “I want you to fuck me.”
I watch him swallow hard, eyeing me up and down, looking at me as if he has been starved and I’m the only thing that could satiate him. “Then come here.”
I face him again, stopping in front of him. He sits further up, one hand clutching the wine glass and the other resting on his lap.
“Either remove your bra and panties, or I’ll rip them off you.”
I waiver for too long, I suppose, because he reaches up and pushes the unlined cups down, releasing my breasts from their hold. He looks down at my panties and looks back up at me. I decide quickly to remove those myself.
His eyes darken significantly to what seems like a cerulean blue. He caresses my breast, cupping the outside of it. I squirm under his touch. Even if he did just touch me the same way only a couple of hours ago, I’m still getting used to his touch. Especially since it’s rougher now.
He holds his hand in one place and looks me in the eye. We hold our stare for a moment, but it’s interrupted by a swift, sharp slap to my breast. My eyes screw close, and I gasp. My nipples immediately harden at the touch, and I get goosebumps over my whole body.
I handled that a lot better than I thought I was going to.
He sits back, resting in the same position as before, sipping on his wine as he admires me. His head cocks to the side. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
My mind is foggy from the slap. I drop to my knees and run my palms over the top of his thighs, making their way to his zipper. I pull it down, tooth by tooth, teasing him. His one free hand grips my hair, pulling it in a warning. There’s something about his dominance and words of praise that sends sparks deep into my lower stomach.
I move faster and free his cock. It’s thick, long, and veiny.
I don’t think I’ll be able to fit this in my mouth, but a girl can try.
There’s a drip of precum dewing at the tip, and I scoot closer to him. The closer I get, the more intimidated I’m starting to feel. Nothing has prepared me for someone so well endowed.
I look to Soren, who watches with bated breath. My tongue darts out to clean the precum dripping from him. Taking him into my mouth, I bob up and down, unable to take him fully. My hand comes up to grasp what I can’t choke down.
But that only lasts a moment before Soren pushes me back onto the heels of my feet and stands, ripping me up with him. His mouth claims mine, and I moan against him. He forces me to walk back towards the house.
We have such a height difference; he’s almost slouched down, while my neck is nearly craned up to meet his. He holds me as close as possible to him. I claw at his shirt, wanting it off after I’ve shed my bra completely. Soren breaks away to rip his shirt off, but when it clears his head, his mouth comes back to me like they’re magnetic. He lifts me, and my legs wrap around his waist as he slams me against the patio door. I groan at the impact, and one of his hands releases me while he searches for the door handle. He fumbles for a moment, and then we fall through the threshold of the house.
Chapter sixteen
Soren
What the fuck was I thinking asking her for her hard limits? For slapping her breasts? For nearly forcing her to choke on my cock?
This is our first time together.
I have to be a little more gentle with her. To test out the waters. She’s got a dark past, one she’s refused to share with me so far. I’ll get it out of her eventually, but for now, I need to focus on calming the fuck down. I throw her onto the bed, and when she bounces and her legs spread apart, I nearly come apart at the seams. Seeing her spread out like that makes my dick that much harder for her.
“Such a pretty little pussy, so wet for my cock,” I coo, snaking my hand up her inner thigh, fingers begging to connect with her soft pussy, and bring her to a euphoric high.
Freya throws her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as my fingers connect to the little bundle of nerves, tweaking and rubbing so gently. Her body responds to me. She’s eager to take any touch I’m willing to give her.
“Eyes on me,” I command.
I want her to watch me bring her closer to paradise. My other hand reaches out for her tit, pinching and flicking her hardened nipple, eliciting more moans from her dirty mouth.
Her eyes snap back to me, watching my face for a moment before looking down at my fingers buried deep inside her, pumping in and out, juices flowing like a waterfall.
“Are you going to come for me, my dirty girl? I want you to soak my fingers before I stick my cock in you,” I growl. I barely even recognize my voice; it’s thick and huskier from the lust coursing through my body.
My fingers rake up, finally catching a spot inside her that draws her eyebrows together, and her eyes roll to the back of her head again. I let it go this time, knowing my darling is on the edge of her orgasm. Freya’s legs tense, toes curling, as she lets out heavier breaths.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Soren. I’m coming!” She cries out between labored breaths, and if I wasn’t hard already, I’m about blue-balling it when my name leaves her lips.
I pick my pace up, determined to help her chase her orgasm.
