Page 39 of Written in the Stars
He gently places me on his bed, pulling my shoes off my feet. He throws them onto the floor and then comes to lie next to me. As he looks into my eyes, he pushes a strand of hair away from them and lets out a long, labored sigh. His minty breath takes me away and I close my eyes just for a second before I hear him say the words, “I really have fallen in love with you, Serenity.”
I swallow hard. “I have too, Zander.”
He leans down, and his lips meet with mine. One small innocent kiss leads to a couple of deeper ones, and before I know it, our hormones take over and we’re making out on his bed.
“Serenity,” he whispers as he places kisses on the side of my neck. “I want you so badly.”
“I do, too,” I murmur back, and as the words leave my lips, everything I feel inside for him intensifies.
He reaches down and places his hand in between my thighs, and I know at this very second, I don’t want him to stop.
I spread my legs wide. I want him inside of me. I want him inside of me like I’ve never had it before. I yearn for him, need him. “Zander, please, keep going.” My breathing becomes erratic as he obeys my wishes and caresses me over my pants.
I take his hand and lead it inside my yoga pants; his hand is now in between my panties and my skin. “Don’t stop,” I whisper, my eyes close tightly, enjoying every sensation he’s giving me.
He reaches down further. “Damn sweetheart, you’re so wet.” He circles my cunt and I want to cry with how good it feels.
I let out a soft moan. “Faster, Zander, faster.” I reach down and grab his cock through his pants, and fuck, does he feel large and thick. “Oh, my God…”
“Baby…” he says, kissing my ear as he continues fingering me.
“Fuck me, please, love, I can’t take anymore.”
And at that moment, everything stops for only a second.
And then, hands go everywhere, touching and feeling all over. Lips taste everything, sucking and devouring anything they land on. Before I know it, the two of us are lying in between his sheets, completely naked, ready to give each other over to one another.
And we do.
And it’s blissful.
Magical.
Heavenly.
And so fucking hot.
Zander is so huge that he hit every single wall inside of me and made me see the stars.
Fuck.
See the stars? I fucking touched and owned those twinkling, shiny little bitches.
I came harder and more times in that one sex session alone than I probably did in my whole life. In that one session alone, Zander Carter, the fireman, put out my fire for sure. God damn, he knew exactly what to do.
When we come down from our first high, we continue lying naked in one another’s arms, taking turns pleasing each other and going right back to fucking more times than I can count. In between our lovemaking sessions, he runs his hands over my body, caressing me with his touch, and then we fall in and out of sleep. When we wake, we go right back to it, and finally get up around two in the afternoon when hunger calls. We order food and have it delivered to his house. We eat in bed, never bothering to get fully dressed. All I don is his white T-shirt and nothing else. It’s easy to whip right off as the mood hits all over again.
In the moments between making love, I know that what I feel for Zander is definitely love. With him, I feel secure and so happy. I haven’t felt this way in so long, and I’m enjoying every single second of it. I know it happened kind of fast, but I know sometimes it does. You can’t put a timeframe on love or when you will fall in love with someone. It just happens when the moment and feeling is right and when you least expect it.
And I sure as hell didn’t expect this.
But I plan on taking advantage of this wonderful opportunity God has presented me with because I know there is no other explanation for this. Only God could have brought something as good as this into my life. Something as wonderful as this is a blessing, a miracle, and I’m thankful that Zander has come my way, saving me from my devastation.
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Iwant to spend the night. I don’t want to go home and leave the warmth of Zander’s arms. But I don’t have much of a choice. Since Zander took the day off to spend it with me—and thank God he did because the way he worked my body keeps giving me chills every time I think about it—he had to be at the station at midnight.
I drive him to the firehouse, and after we kiss goodbye for twenty minutes, I head back home.
