Serendipity

Chapter 55

Raffaele

Back at home, I drag Elodie into my room for the first time. She pauses momentarily, looking around with eager eyes but other than telling her where we are, I don't grant her much more time to look around. Instead, I kiss her fiercely.

We're in no hurry. I arranged for Matteo to spend the night with Sarina this once since soon, Elodie's siblings will wake up. That's great, of course, but that also means we won't get much time to ourselves for a while and we're in desperate need of some. I hope my boy doesn't mind me being selfish this once. Usually, he sleeps with me.

Elodie matches my enthusiasm, her curiosity to see my room momentarily forgotten. Quickly, she starts unbuttoning my shirt and I'm thankful I'd already taken off my jaquette before we arrived. One less barrier between us.

After the fifth button, my little one gets impatient and with a dissatisfied grunt, she pulls hard at the rich fabric. The remaining buttons fly off in all directions, clattering onto the hardwood floor.

I'm unable to deny myself a smile, happy to know she's as affected as me even if it earns me a swift bite to my lower lip. I yelp in surprise, my hands on her ass gripping her tighter in warning.

At that, my girl muses and pulls away, her expression and composure becoming one I've seen before. One I've missed dearly and which makes my blood hum with anticipation. She smiles smugly, seeming to look down at me despite the several inches I have on her and I know what she wants me to do as soon as her hand on my shoulder applies more pressure.

I follow her silent command without hesitation, eager to please her and already finding myself in the appropriate role. I sink to my knees as gracefully as I can manage, slipping out of my shirt as I go. Sitting down on my heels, I straighten my spine and look down at the floor ahead of me, submitting as I've read about.

Yeah, I might've done some research after Elodie revealed herself to be a switch.

She seems happy with my behavior, circling me slowly like we have all the time in the world. The rush she was in mere moments ago seems to have left her as she slips into her dominant side.

Her hand gently brushes over my neck as she goes and I briefly close my eyes, a shiver rushing over me. God, I want her to touch me. To my dismay, she pulls away again to stop before me. "Such a beautiful boy," she says, voice authoritative and breathy. Her pointer finger gently tips up my gin. "Look at me."

I do, my eyes snapping to hers as soon as I get permission.

Fuck, she's beautiful. Her hair is slightly messy from the long night we've had but nothing compared to what it'll look like by the end of the night. Her make-up is still in place, dark liner framing her piercing eyes and making her features all the more striking. Dangerous.

Her dress is hugging her curvy frame, clinging to each little crevice and stopping at the very top of her thighs. From my position on my knees, I can almost see beneath the hem of it.

Her calculated chuckle interrupts my train of thought and my attention returns to her face, cheeks heating steadily. "So eager. Tell me what you're thinking about," she tells me sultrily. Damn her, I need to swallow twice to work words past my dry throat.

"I want to make you come. Eat you out in this sinfully beautiful dress until you're screaming my name," I tell her hoarsely. My body grows impossibly hotter as I say the words, my mind already painting the picture of what she'd look like. My view of her from between her legs. The taste of her on my tongue.

"So selfless, my baby," she says, cupping my face gently. I lean into her touch, closing my eyes as I soak up the affection and loving her nickname for me. "Who am I to deny your wishes," she adds. Her hand leaves my face and I open my eyes in time to see her backing up towards the foot of the bed. She sits down, her feet dangling off the edge and I only get a moment to appreciate the sight of her in my bed.

Then she spreads her legs wide, presenting me a perfect view of her bare pussy. Fucking hell, she wasn't wearing underwear all night? Goddamned temptress, she'll be the death of me.

"Come here," she says. The command is simple enough but the gleam in her eyes makes me hesitate. Slowly, I make a move to get up only for her to tsk and shake her head. "I never said to get up."

Realization dawns on me. More heat rushes through my cheeks, a mixture of shame and lust confusing my senses. My brain is telling me I shouldn't like this and yet my body's reaction is clear. I love this. Love the way she takes control and teaches me new things about myself.

I'm doing things I never thought I would and love every part of it. I feel more excitement and joy than I have for as long as I can remember. And I love her for it.

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