Mine for a Moment

Serenity drops the brush she was holding, her arms sliding around my neck as she turns around, losing herself in our kiss as much as I am. I groan and pull her close, my hands roaming over her body hungrily.

She pulls away a little to look at me, her eyes brimming with a mixture of insecurity and need. It just makes me want to give her everything, do anything to make sure I don’t lose the trust she’s placing in me.

Serenity gasps when I reach down and lift her into my arms, her eyes on mine as I carry her to my bedroom. She doesn’t say a thing as I lower her to the floor right in front of my bed, but the way her gaze roams over my body hungrily tells me everything I need to know.

She inhales sharply when I grab her hand and place it over my chest. “Undress me,” I tell her, and fuck, the look in her eyes…I just know that’ll be seared into my memories forever.

Her fingers wrap around the hem of my tee, and she pushes it up slowly, her eyes glittering as they trail over my abs. She’s breathing as hard as I am, and damn, I’d forgotten what it’s like to be lost in the moment, to give someone my full attention and let them drive away every other thought.

I grin as I help pull my T-shirt over my head, only to realize that her expression has suddenly sobered. She reaches for the silver chain around my neck—Muse’s charm dangling off it. I hold my breath as she stares at it, her expression unreadable. “What is that?” she asks, her voice soft.

I glance down at it and shake my head. “It’s nothing, baby,” I whisper, before moving her hands to the waistband of my sweats. Something flickers in her eyes, and my heart begins to beat faster as her gaze travels between the charm and my face, but then she bites on her lip and pushes my sweats down, her breath hitching as she stares at my black boxers for a moment and the erection they completely fail to hide. “See something you like?” I murmur.

Her eyes shoot up to mine, and I chuckle, enjoying her bewildered expression. “I…um…”

I cup her face and lean in for another kiss, stealing away her thoughts. I know her well enough to suspect she’d overthink things if given a chance, only to beat herself up over it later. “My turn,” I murmur when I pull away, my forehead dropping to hers.

She nods, and much to my surprise, she reaches for the hem of her dress and pulls it up herself, hesitating for a moment when she reaches her waist. Our eyes lock, and she smiles shyly as she pulls it up and over her head, until she’s standing in front of me in the sexiest red lace set I’ve ever seen, complete with garters around her thighs.

“Fuck.” I raise my fist to my mouth and bite down on it, my cock throbbing at the mere sight of her.

“See something you like?” she asks, her voice trembling.

“I do,” I tell her, wrapping one of her curls around my finger, trying my best to be patient and take things slow. “I really like everything I’m seeing.”

She smiles, her shoulders straightening a little as she reads the adoration in my eyes. “Me too,” she whispers, her hand trembling as she runs her fingers over my chest and abs, her lips parting when my muscles contract.

I keep my eyes on hers as I step back and sit down on my bed, holding my hand out for her. “Come here, darling. I want you in my lap.”

She takes my hand, a hint of nerves crossing her face as she straddles me, sitting on my knees instead of my thighs. “Like this?” she whispers, her expression conveying shyness.

I shake my head and grab her waist as I pull her closer, until she moans at the feel of my cock pressing against her. “Like this.” Her breathing quickens, and she rolls her hips a little, not realizing what it does to me to feel her grind against me like that.

“I probably shouldn’t admit this,” I tell her, “but I’ve fantasized about this since that night you showed up unexpectedly and I carried you to my sofa.”

Her eyes widen, and the way she smiles fucking undoes me. “Really?”

I cup the back of her neck and nod. “Really,” I whisper, tilting my head and kissing the edge of her mouth, before taking her lips fully. A thrill runs down my spine when she threads her hand through my hair, her tongue darting out carefully, hesitantly. I smile against her lips and part them, tangling my tongue with hers teasingly.

My fingers graze the back of her bra, and she tenses a little, pulling her lips off mine just as I undo it. I hold her gaze as I push the straps off her shoulders, and it falls away as she untangles her hands from my hair. She inhales shakily when my eyes dip lower, her arms moving over her chest instinctively.

“Don’t,” I plead. “Don’t hide from me, darling.”

She searches my expression, and it fucking kills me how she seems to anticipate rejection when the mere thought of any man having her in his lap and not wanting her is ludicrous.

Her arms fall away, and I swear every thought fades to dust. “Goddamn,” I whisper, taking in the sheer perfection she’s presenting me with.

Serenity gasps when I grab her hips and turn us over so she falls back onto my bed, her long, curly hair splaying over my pillows like a priceless piece of art.

The red lace panties and garters she’s wearing complement her skin beautifully, and for a moment I just stare at her, unable to comprehend that I get to have her, that she’s mine, even if only for a moment.

“Archer,” she murmurs when I lift her ankle to my lips and kiss it, before moving a little higher, taking my time.

“Have I told you you’re fucking breathtaking?” I ask as I kiss the inside of her knee, earning myself a little shiver. “That lingerie you’re wearing for me? It’s all I’ll be able to think about for the rest of the week.”

She smiles when I kiss her thigh, pleased with my words. Her list told me she thinks she’d enjoy being praised, and I have every intention of lavishing her with compliments. I’ll show her what she deserves, how she should be touched, so she’ll never settle for less again.

“Will you give me a taste?” I ask, kissing the lace between her legs. She gasps, her hips lifting off the sheets just a little when I spread her legs and kiss her pussy right over the fabric. I grin when I realize she’s wet, my heart skipping a beat. Our eyes lock when I use my teeth to push her panties aside, revealing a perfectly smooth pussy. “Please?” I won’t do anything she doesn’t want me to, but fuck, I’m dying for a taste.

Serenity nods hesitantly, and I groan in delight as my tongue darts out. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever have my best friend’s little sister in my bed, my face buried between her legs, and her soft moans filling the air between us.

“Oh God,” she moans when I put her legs over my shoulders and tease her clit, taking my time circling it, depriving her of what she wants most. “Archer.”

Hearing her say my name in that breathless voice of hers, her tone pleading…damn, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that. I reach for her red lace panties and rip them off impatiently, needing to get closer, and for a moment I’m certain I see outrage in her eyes, but then I drag my tongue over her pussy fully, and she instantly forgives and forgets the damage I did to her undoubtedly expensive lingerie.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur as her pants come a little faster, her hips moving in line with the rhythmic movements of my tongue.

“I can’t,” she says, shaking her head. I pull back a little and smile as I coat my index finger in her wetness before pushing it in and curling it in a come-hither motion, pressing right against her G-spot.

“You will,” I promise her, before diving back in and fucking her with both my fingers and my tongue. Her moans become a little higher-pitched, a little more uncontrolled, and I increase my pace, flicking her clit with my tongue until her legs begin to tremble, my name on her lips as she comes.

I smile to myself as I lay my head on her stomach while she catches her breath, feeling oddly pleased with myself. I can’t remember ever taking such great joy in pleasuring a woman, but fuck, when it’s Serenity, it just feels like such an accomplishment.

“That was…wow. I…um… Thank you.”

I bite back my laughter as I lift my head to look at her, unable to keep my amusement from showing. I don’t think anyone has ever thanked me for an orgasm before. “Darling,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her hipbone. “Don’t thank me yet. I’m nowhere near done with you.”