goldenserena:
Every penny I have. Four words that illuminated Serena’s features with ease– a full mouth peeling back to reveal pearly ivories, scarlet and heat alike lifting to the swell of high cheeks. For a moment, and in the times that he managed to pull such a reaction with such little effort, she wondered if this would be everlasting; if the flirting, the sheer love that cloaked the duo, the strings that were ribboned to each’s wrist bringing them back to one another each time, would remain intact. That was something she would hope on with every penny she had– them. “Every last one?” She repeated, as if further contemplating the gesture; though any further thoughts dissipated as his touch wandered. “I love you,” Serena murmured, lips grazing the taut flesh of his neck, the corners of her mouth curling upwards in an amused fashion as she pulled away for a moment, contact between the two returning as she sucked in a nature that entirely contrasted his gentle touch; a deep plum lifting to the handsome male’s skin where her mouth had previously worked. Feigned innocence lit the remnants of her previous grin aflame, her boyfriend’s voiced preference of hickeys (which entirely went against her own) resurfacing within her thoughts. “Oops,” She mused, lifting her gaze from the blossoming bruise to the male’s pearlescent irises.
Laughter, a quiet melody that often pulled glances in her direction, parted the blonde’s full mouth, “You don’t think waiting around naked would be fun?” Though the thought was slightly amusing, the image of Nate’s bare frame sprawled across one of the various furniture pieces littering there room further unfurled lust within her figure. The syllables falling from his mouth were savoured, tucked away to later fight off preying doubts. Plump lips parted as her gaze dropped downwards to the male’s prominent bulge tucked beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, inky lashes dropping shadows to high cheeks. “Fuck.” Varying hormones accompanying her pregnancy had significantly increased Serena’s sex drive, almost impossibly. It was something she was thankful for, considering she had previously read her desire for sex would dwindle to non-existent during her final few weeks– something she refused to tell Nate. The swell of thumbs hooked beneath his waist band before pulling downward in a single motion, pupils lifting to meet his gaze; the carnal expression painted against handsome features encouraging her actions. Her tongue dragged along the length of his shaft in a taunting manner, swirling in a circular motion as she reached the tip. “Tell me what you want, Natie,” Serena’s words fell from her mouth in a taunt, a smirk ghosting at full lips, “Tell me how to please you.”
Nate’s features mirrored her own, a ghostly grin sweeping across his face as he placed a gentle kiss on ruby lips. “Every last one,” he murmured, each word punctuated by a peck. Her sentiment, those three little words that Blair and Chuck used as a tease, surely would have elicited an echo, though Nate was spared responding by the work of Serena’s mouth, only realizing what she doing a moment too late. Innocence flashed across smoldering features, the smooth cadence of her tone coupled with the mischievous look in her eye giving her away all too quickly. His brow furrowed involuntarily, thinking about the looks he was going to receive at work the day following. His hand came up, fingers tangling in her hair, giving the blonde mess a tug - his silent version of a scold, though it was hardly necessary. He had forgiven her the second she had left her mark, knowing full well that it would never bode well for him to punish her. “You did that on purpose,” Nate responded, hand still entangled in her tresses, tugging back to expose the flesh of her neck, only to find himself empty handed when she slipped out of his grasp.
“Being naked is only fun when there’s sex involved,” he said, sounding every bit the typical male, a smile lighting his features at her melodious laughter. He opened his mouth again, prepared to throw a light-hearted tease about her ceaselessly taunting him with flashes of her naked figure, but the words died in his throat as a curse exited his counterpart’s mouth, the proximity almost more than he was capable of handling. Her nails barely grazed his skin as she hooked her thumbs around his waistband, pulling his boxers down, and freeing his erection from the fabric. Sapphire irises locked with own, the sex-filled gaze effecting him nearly as much as the path her tongue was making. A quick inhalation met her action, one of his hands automatically taking up residence on the back of her head, fingertips digging through blonde strands to make contact with her scalp. The sound of his childhood nickname paired with her current stance a juxtaposition any man would dream about. Tell me how to please you. His lips parted, expecting a command to drop out, only for the words to die in his throat as they had before, replaced by a low growl. The hand on the back of her head pressed her closer, a silent command at the use of his hand when words failed him, the motion once again displaying just how impatient he was when it came to her.
