Hormones Or Reward?
It started with heated kisses.
Nathaniel’s lips were fused with hers, nibbling her lips while sometimes diving in to taste her tongue.
Her top was gone, and so was his.
Nathaniel’s hand had repeatedly kneaded her breasts, and now, he was going for the part where it mattered the most.
“Mmmm,” Serena moaned, eyes closed.
She felt his fingers giving her that featherlight touch against her clit.
He was just... so good at this.
“Love, you are already wet for me,” he said in a sensual tone.
His blue-gray eyes were dark and full of intent. He captured her lips and lingered there, all while his fingers did the work.
Why was she already wet? Well, Serena had already felt his chest, every inch of him.
Now that Nathaniel was pleasing her core, she also grabbed the shape of his manhood.
He moaned the moment she seized it, her slender hand rubbing it over his pajamas.
Her touch only sharpened his focus. His movements grew more certain, as though he had memorized every reaction her body could give him. He found that sensitive place again and again, refusing to let her escape the sensation.
It didn’t take long before Serena felt it—the slow, tightening coil low in her abdomen. Her back arched instinctively, her fingers clutching at him as her breathing turned uneven and desperate.
When she came, Serena jerked, pressing her lips harder against Nathaniel’s. She felt her body melt and tremble in his hold.
Her cortisol certainly had dropped.
Serena was still lost in the moment when the man whispered a plea. “Serena, I want to see your mouth around my dick.”
She was sure she blushed, but the dim lighting concealed it.
“Um, okay,” she said.
Then, the thought of eating his shaft made her nervous.
Nathaniel’s sex had always tasted good. He was big, soft, and addictive. ‘Why didn’t I do this the last time?’
Perhaps she was too focused on her pleasure that she forgot to return the favor, but now, she supposed, her ex-husband deserved the reward.
Nathaniel lay flat on the bed, his eyes fixed on her.
Expectation burned there.
His chest rose and fell steadily, his hand already freeing his sex.
He was waiting.
For her.
That alone made her excited.
She moved closer, aware of how he watched every shift of her body and every breath she took.
She had never realized how powerful silence could be.
Serena positioned herself above his thighs. She grabbed his manhood and gave it a quick rub.
“Serena,” Nathaniel gulped.


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