13. Serena

As Cinis curls around me, I feel myself swooning over him. Though it seemed doubtful at first, he's becoming a natural lover.

Just as I suspected.

I roll over to face him, still in bliss.

"Do we customarily face each other afterward?" he asks, still not understanding my expressions.

"Well, yes and no. That was just the beginning. There is more I can teach you."

"More? Like what?"

"Like this," I say.

And surprising even myself, I slide my hand down the firmness of his body, taking his newly formed cock in my hand. The weight of it is solid and pulsing, and I run my hand along the length of him. His body shudders as I stroke him, and his breathing deepens.

"Does that feel good?" I ask, curious about the newness to him.

"Yes," he says in a deep voice.

"What does it feel like?" I whisper as my own breathing deepens.

""Like I'm longing for… something." He reaches his hand out as if unsure.

"Do you want to touch my body?" I ask, taking his arm and placing it on my breast. I use my hand to squeeze it around me.

I shudder.

He uses his arm to explore, trailing it across my skin and to the peak of my nipples. He rolls it between his fingers, the sensation making a warmth build again between my leg

"Oh," I moan at the way he seems to be taking to this so naturally.

I take his arm and guide it down the plane of my stomach right to my clit. I guide him, showing him the pressure I like. He makes a small circle around the sensitive space, making me cry out.

I continue stroking him in my hand, his erection now solid and evident against my leg. With every downward stroke, his entire body shudders, letting out a garbled moan. He continues to rub me, bringing me closer to the edge until I can't hold back any longer.

The orgasm rips through me, making me arch my body into his.

I roll him on his back, determined to return the favor.

"What are you doing?" he asks as I slide down between his legs.

"Returning the favor," I say huskily as I take him in my hand once more.

"Returning the favor?" he echoes, confusion clear on his handsome face, still flushed from pleasure.

"Yes," I confirm, my voice barely more than a whisper against his skin as I trace a finger along the inside of his thigh. "Just relax, Cinis."

He nods, his muscles slowly relaxing under my touch. His breath hitches when I lower to his torso, pressing a soft kiss there. "Tickles…" he says, but there"s a catch in his voice that suggests it"s more than just ticklish.

I chuckle softly against his skin, then move to press kisses along the long line of his shaft. The soft sounds he makes at this bring a thrill to me, and I can"t suppress the shiver that travels through me.

"Is it alright?" My query is meant to provide reassurance, but the confidence in my own voice surprises me.

"It is... It's good. Very good," he replies and part of me rejoices at the surrender in his voice.

Encouraged, I lower my mouth over the head of his cock, wrapping my lips around him gently. His body tenses for a moment before he lets out a low moan that sends shivers down my spine.

As I begin to move, taking more of him into my mouth with each stroke, exploring this new part of him with tender curiosity and desire to give pleasure, his fiery arms find a place in my hair. His fingers tighten in response to what must be an overwhelming pleasure.

Steadily, rhythm builds as we move together in silent harmony. The sensation is intoxicating. I find myself surprised at how good he tastes.

He feels good in my mouth, his stony member seeming fleshlike. His quiet whimpers are pleasing to me.

Gently, I explore further, tracing the intricate veins mapping his length with the flat of my tongue, drawing more delicious sounds from him at each new discovery. An unexpected whimper escapes him as I gently suckle at his sensitive tip. "Oh..." It"s a mere whisper of surprise mixed with pleasure, and I sense his surprise at his own reaction.

I pull back slightly, glancing up at him from under my lashes to catch his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He catches my gaze and gives me a small nod, an encouraging sign for me to continue.

Each bob of my head draws a groan from him that vibrates through me, stirring a responsive warmth within me that has nothing to do with the physical act we"re engaged in.

His hand tightens in my hair, an involuntary response to the mounting pleasure. The other reaches down to hold onto mine, intertwining our fingers. His grip is tight, grounding us both in this intimate moment.

With building urgency, he thrusts gently into my mouth, attempting to match the rhythm of my movements. His breath hitches when I change pace unexpectedly.

He pulls me up to him and presses his mouth to mine, kissing me deep and passionately as his cock throbs against his stomach. He rolls me back to my side and slides his arm down to my wet folds, teasing the entrance.

His breath hitches as I take his cock in my hands again and begin to stroke him

He gently eases a finger inside me with a surprised groan and begins to slide it in and out of me, matching the rhythm of my hand on him.

"More," I gasp, "Another one, please."

He seems to understand because he slides a second finger in and continues to move in time with my motions.

His touch is burning, yet so tender. I lean back, taking in the pleasure.

His rocky arm splits dexterously, stretching me deliciously and causing my heart to pound furiously in my chest.

He moves in a slow rhythm, causing delicious friction.

I feel a wave of pleasure build like a storm inside me as I trace the head of his cock with every stroke of my hand.

Suddenly, a whimper escapes my lips as he starts to rub against my most sensitive spot in small, circular motions. His touch is deliberate, fueling that fire within me even stronger.

Desire builds as we continue this synchronous dance of love and lust. Each movement and stroke transports both of us into an abyss of ecstasy. The tension coils tighter and tighter within us until it"s unbearable.

"I… I can"t-" I manage to stutter out between breaths. But he continues his ministrations, urging me towards that precipice looming ahead. It"s overwhelming, too much and yet somehow not enough.

"Don't stop," he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper, his hand holding mine steady on him. His fingers press deeper into me, the rhythm relentless now.

With each stroke of my hand and every thrust of his fingers, our bodies move in a perfect symphony of desire. He pushes deeper into me, and I respond in turn, increasing the speed of my strokes on his thickness. The heady mix of pleasure and pain is intoxicating, pushing me closer to the edge.

"More," he pleads softly in my ear, and his breath hitches as I tighten my grip around him. I nod slightly, biting back a moan as he continues his exquisite torment inside me.

I can feel it, that moment just before release. It is tantalizingly close, but not yet within grasp. I pick up the pace even more, desperate to send us both over the edge into an abyss of pleasure.

His grip tightens on mine as he thrusts up into my hand, a low groan escaping from his throat. He"s close, too. I can tell from the way he briefly closes his eyes and grits his mouth before looking at me again.

His mouth descends onto mine in a desperate kiss filled with unspoken promises and hidden desires. His tongue explores every inch of my mouth while our bodies move against each other seeking release.

Our movements become frantic, desire clouding all sense of time and place as our bodies convulse with a desperation born from the need for release. His fingers plunge deeper into me with each thrust, while my hand on him becomes a blur of motion. The feel of his length pulsing in my grip pushes me further, the scent of our shared arousal permeating the air around us. It is an exotic perfume filled with lust and desire, intoxicating in its intensity.

Suddenly, through the foggy haze of pleasure, I feel him stiffen under my touch. A guttural groan ripples from deep within his chest, echoing in the silence around us. His eyes are hooded, the pupils dilated as he teeters on the edge of ecstasy.

"Serena, I'm…" he rasps, his voice strained as though he"s holding onto his sanity by a thread. The plea in his eyes is enough to push me over. I am falling, plummeting into an abyss of pleasure. I feel my body tighten around his fingers as wave after wave of pure ecstasy washes over me.

His name escapes my lips in a breathless whimper as my grip on him tightens unconsciously. That seems to be all it takes for him. With one final, shuddering thrust, he also succumbs to his climax.

As our bodies ride out the waves of pleasure, time seems to stand still. Every gasp, every shudder imprints itself on my mind. It will forever be a reminder of this raw and intimate connection we have forged tonight.

Slowly, our bodies start to relax. The tension unraveling within us is replaced by a soothing tranquility. His fingers gently withdraw from me while mine loosen their grip on him.

And I can't help but think…

I'm glad I've finally given him everything he wants.