Still Falling Read Online Free PDF Page B

her
muscles.   Her abdomen and ribs ached from
the constant retching and her throat felt raw.   As she lay there she wondered what she had said or done in her sleep
last night to justify Marco’s claims.   No
way!   Serena had never, to her knowledge,
talked or walked in her sleep.   Her
mother, flat mates or past boyfriends would have told her.   Marco was playing a cruel game she thought
miserably.  
    Lathering up the soap, she ran her hands down from her neck to her
breasts, pausing to give each nipple a gentle tug.   Just like he had done that
morning in the Sun Room.   She felt
her muscles clench deep in her core.   She
remembered how, with a quiet smile and questioning eyes, his hands had
travelled down her belly, his skilled lips following close behind.   He stopped then.  
    Noooo don’t stop!   What are you doing?
    “Serena, this is a big step.   I
hope and pray at this moment that you will say yes, but I have to know.   Are you sure?   Are you ready for this?   I will be
gentle.   I want you to trust me.”  
    Shy again, Serena slowly nodded her head, biting her bottom lip.   With fresh lather on her hands, she followed
the path he had made with his hands and lips after he had removed her jeans and
panties.
    She closed her eyes and pressed her legs tightly together just as he had
held them tightly together, bent at the knees.   Her fingers traced the movements his lips and tongue had made as they
followed the seam where her thighs met.   A slow, delicious path from her knees to the junction with her
hips.   Reaching through her soft
spread of hair, her fingers probed where his tongue had tried to reach, but
couldn’t quite.  
    When it looked like she would combust at any moment from frustration, he
had lifted her legs, straight up and still together, repeated the process from
the back of her knees down to a now very moist junction.    Serena remembered groaning in frustration.   She squeezed her legs harder together at the
memory.  
    Marco had then spread her legs and climbed through to kiss her.   His body had barely touched her as his lips
found hers, his tongue weaving a wicked web around her heart.   When his fingers had finally found her and
danced a sinful waltz around her tiny private button, she thought she would
expire right there.
    Mmmmmm.   Nice
but not like his fingers.
    His fingers had slowly danced their way south until one inquisitive
finger found its way inside her continuing its sultry moves.   Serena was completely lost by the time the
second finger joined in.
    “Serena.   Look at me baby.”   She opened her eyes reluctantly, realising
for the first time that he had somehow undressed and more disappointingly that
his fingers had stopped moving.
    “Serena, I’m going to enter you now.   This may hurt, but only a little and very quickly.   I want you to trust me.   Can you do that?”
    “Yes.” She remembered whispering back.
    “Anytime, you can tell me to stop.   Do you understand?”
    Arrrrggg, stop
talking.
    He had entered
her fast and hard with one thrust and then stopped and held it there.   She’d felt a sharp pinch and every muscle in
her body had contracted heavenly.
    “Serena, open your eyes.”
    She had looked into his eyes.   Concern, awe, love....she’d imagined she could see it all there.   All for her.   She had smiled shyly again and tilted her
hips up to take him deeper.   And then he
had started to move.
    Serena sighed and rinsed the soap off her body.   She had other lovers since then, but none
that she trusted or that she felt were as considerate of her feelings and needs
as she had thought Marco had.
     
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter
Thirteen
      

 
    The following day was Sunday and Serena had promised her boss and best
friend, Josephine that she would take the trip into Napoli
on the occasional Sunday, if she was feeling well enough, and have lunch with
Josephine and her