My Only Redemption ✔️ [COMPLETE]

Chapter 16

Serenity.

Glenn decided that he would be staying here for a few days and that made me excited.

My mother, of course, agreed on the spot, she knew our relationship surpasses that of friendship though I haven't said it out loud. The way we interacted with each other was sufficient enough for her inspection, he could hardly keep his hands off me.

Father hasn't come home as yet, he was with a relative on a Caribbean island and I'm very sure that he's enjoying his stay.

I've been hitched into one corner of my room, praying silently and earnestly to God on high while rubbing my palms together.

He unlatches the Rolex watch from his wrist, placing it on a panda-shaped table and he sits on my bed. He then proceeded to remove his shoes, his muscular arms flexing at each motion. A man was sitting on my bed! A very gorgeous man.

His hypnotic eyes flickered eagerly in my direction and I shrieked, trying to pull my lingerie down my knees.

"What's the matter and why are you so far away?"

I laughed nervously, scratching my cheek.

I've dreamed every day of sharing the same bed with him but now that it's happening, I'm sort of freaking out.

Freaking out, my heart was in my mouth and I constantly swallowed saliva.

His well-built structure was defined and visible through his shirt. Holy Mary, Mother God.

He grabs the hem of it and tugs it over his head. I tried to breathe but the air got lodged into my throat at the half-naked sight of him, he was oozing with testosterone. I bite down hard on my lip and I watch as he sweeps his hand over the light-dark hair on his chest.

My ovaries trembled, wanting to be connected with him.

Not that I was afraid, it's very new to me and I had no idea of what to do or expect. I've never slept in the same bed with a guy before. I was always next to my cousins or with my parents but at a smaller age.

"I want you next to me," he gets up to approach my standing.

"S-Stay back!"

He instantly seized all movements and he threw his hands up in the air with a smile.

"I won't lay a finger on you if you don't want me to," he assured me.

I held a toothbrush as a weapon against him and he laughed.

"..I-I do not want to get pregnant! I am warning you, stay back!"

He came closer so my back had no choice but to be supported by the wall. Our foreheads touched and I couldn't take my eyes off his chest. The tips of my fingers tingle with impassioned exhilaration and as if he knew what I was thinking, he held my hand and rested it over his heart.

It's hitting so strongly against my hand. He feels astoundingly solid under my soft palm.

"Wow."

My eyes were wide open, his skin was heating up rapidly.

"I would never try to get you pregnant in such a way that will negatively affect your life, my little flower," he kisses my quaking fingers.

"But, you are a man, your body makes sperm .."

He smirked over my flesh and my body shook feverishly.

"Sleeping in the same bed doesn't mean I'm going to have sex with you, it's alright hm?"

I nod and with that, he takes me up bridal style.

"Am I heavy?"

"More like carrying a feather," his voice was smoky, letting me soar on so many levels.

"However, you may not touch me."

He groans as if I had requested something extremely difficult.

He lays me on the bed and I scuffle beside my fluffy stuffed animals, he frowns at them.

"You can't possibly expect me to sleep next to these," he stared skeptically at the stitched-up monkey next to his pillow.

I giggle, trying not to burst out into laughter. He pressed the red heart over its stomach, it squeaked and hooted a few times.

My tone was honey-coated as I spoke.

"That one is my very favorite."

He kisses the corner of my mouth and my arms entangle around his neck, pulling him closer.

"I thought I was your favorite." he took my earlobe between his teeth, tugging lightly.

I scratched at the bunched-up muscles, tensing in his back, pulling him closer.

My legs came around his waist encouragingly and he drove forward exerting pure strength. I flung my head back, clutching the pillow, almost severing it.

With my fingers now carding through his hair, we breathed in time with each other.

Warmth blossomed in my chest, as he leaned in close, his lips brushing over mine tentatively. The smell of his perfume and the spicy, cordial scent of his conditioner was dizzying.

We were separated by clothing but I could feel something very hard, burning my leg through his jeans. He sighed and I knew he was struggling not to make another move.

He rolls off onto the bed, next to me. I nudged his shoulder with my nose as a kitten would do, looking at him with subjective eyes. He gently touches my head and I cuddle into the embrace of his arms, the straining bulge under his pants is evidence of his arousal. I reached down towards it and he caught my wrist.

".. Serenity, please. It's already difficult enough for me not to take you," he kissed my forehead, "A kitten mustn't tempt a lion."

"Does it hurt?"

"Don't worry, it'll go down eventually," he replies, getting himself out of his jeans.

Curiosity got the best of me and I dipped my hand inside his Levi's before he could get it off. He shudders pleasurably when my impatient fingers stroke his engorged length.

His jaw tightens and he breathes heavily with his eyes glued shut.

I tried to wrap my hand around his massive erection, he growls deep and primal. Jerking away from him, I fled to the bathroom. I've accidentally peed all over my underwear.

Sitting over the toilet, my panty was dripping wet but no pee came. This had never happened before; I heard shuffling at the door and glanced up to see him, panic laden all over his features.

"Serenity, what's wrong?"

Tears burst from my eyes unexpectedly and he gasps.

"I accidentally peed my underwear," I cried the more and he came to my side, "Something's wrong with me, call a doctor, now."

His expression softened with sheer relief and I couldn't understand why he'd be relaxed when I was getting sick.

"You haven't peed yourself, you're just aroused, it's more for lubrication."

He wipes away my tears with a warm hand and I lean my inflamed cheek into his compassionate touch, sniffling.

His sore eyes were half opened, he was getting tired.

"You're healthy," he scoops me up in his arms, as sleep slowly overcomes my senses.

I didn't know what took place when he walked out of the bathroom because my consciousness was slipping towards a serene slumber.

"..I love you Serenity."