Free That Summer (Part Two) by Lauren Crossley Page A

off the exhilaration that it brings me.
    Cole’s
sensual kisses continue, moving over my breasts and down my stomach as they
make a direct line towards my hips. My breathing accelerates when his fingers
slip beneath the material of my panties, pushing them to the side so he can
taste my arousal and excitement.
    “God,
I’ve missed this.” He confesses, speaking with reverence. “I miss how you
taste.”
    I
moan loudly, closing my eyes as I delight in the indescribable sensations my body
is experiencing.
    “Please…”
I implore him, nearing the edge of my sexual awakening.
    “Please
what?” He taunts me. “What do you want me to do, Serena?”
    “I
want you to taste me.”
    He
immediately does as I ask and an elicit cry escapes my lips as soon as his
tongue makes contact with me. I can feel how desperate he is… almost frantic
when it comes to his quest to bring me pleasure and receive it himself. His
fingers open me gently, exposing myself to him in a brazen and audacious way.
My eyes close as my thighs begin to tremble, locked in an addictive whirlwind
of lust, sensuality and sexual freedom.
    “You
can’t deny me this, Serena. You can’t keep yourself from me again.”
    “I
won’t.” I wail, whimpering with the utmost desire and desperation.
    “You
really mean that?” He asks, daring me to defy him.
     His
eyes sparkle as he grins up at me mischievously. He’s clearly aware that he’s
won. He’s now confident that he’s the one in control. He’s the one who
has won this battle and I’m powerless to stop him.
    He
continues to drag me towards the same precipice, over and over and over again.
He knows exactly what he’s doing and somehow manages to control my body and how
I react to every single one of his caresses.
    He
refuses to provide me with a release, pulling back each and every time I come
close to reaching my climax. He’s toying with me and it’s beyond infuriating.
The pain from my pent up frustration is unbearable and I swear that I’m close
to tears by the time he has finished his merciless act. He’s evoking my most
private and sensual passions, almost creating a different person entirely,
someone I don’t even recognise as being myself.
    “Are
you ready?” He asks, slowly moving up the length of my body until we’re face to
face.
    His
hands support his weight on either side of me, steadying himself above my small
frame as his lips draw closer to mine.
    “I…
I think so.” I stammer, struggling to conceal how nervous I am.
    “You are .” He groans, moving his hand between my legs so he can feel my
arousal. “You’re so ready for me, Serena.”
    I
moan and arch my back, silently begging him for more.
    “What
about the pill?” I remind him. “I’m not on it.”
    “I
wish you were but there’s nothing we can do about that now.” He sighs wearily,
closing his eyes for a moment. “This is happening and there’s no turning back
now. I can’t do this anymore.”
    “I
can’t get pregnant, Cole. Ever.”
    I
speak firmly, needing him to realise just how serious I am about this. We’re
still so young and neither one of us could deal with the responsibility or
commitment that comes with a baby but that’s not the main issue or the real
problem. It’s something I can’t even bring myself to think about, let alone
face because I can’t help imagining all the horrifying difficulties and
abnormalities that could happen if I were to accidentally get pregnant by Cole.
    “Is…
is it wrong that I wish it could be different?” He enquires gently. “Is it
wrong that a part of me still wants to have that future with you?”
    “Just
make sure you don’t…” I trail off, incapable of finishing my sentence.
    “I
won’t.” He replies sincerely, understanding my request.
    “Promise
me, Cole.”
    “I
promise.”
    I
never wanted it to be this way but I know there’s no alternative. Cole will
have to control himself and his release by making sure it’s not inside of me.