C4 – Serendipity Pass – One Road Leads To Another / Final Edit

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, characters, persons, alive or dead or beings of Earth or the multiverse, past, present or future, is purely coincidental. Unless, of course, I’m psychic, in which case this a work of non-fiction. But I highly doubt that, I’m not that attuned. I mean if I was, I’d have won Powerball by now and been able to afford creative writing classes and a proofreader.

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Serendipity Pass

Chapter 4 : One Road Leads To Another

We relinquished ourselves to quieter intimacies, as our bodies puzzled together in a post orgasmic paralysis. The heat had built up around us like an eiderdown. Snug and cozy against the chill of the night outside.

The rain had stopped. I don’t know when. But somewhere, along the timeline of this night, that relentless torrent became an all but forgotten discomfort. It’s passing, now only a memory, recalled by the occasional drips of water tapping on the wooden deck and the breezes that whispered through the sparsely leafed tree limbs. The silence, that had settled around our little world, was soft and comfortable.

Only the hums, that came to life from a spark of a random touch on an overly sensitive nerve, gave any rise of suspicion to our presence. Until questions came to mind, formed in the throat, and drifted off the tongue.

“Are you okay?”

*”Yeah, I’m… hmm, I’m quite nice. I’m the one who should be asking you though. How are you holding up?”

“I’m good. I feel spent, but energized? Weird as that may sound. My butt burns a bit. But it’s not bad. Almost nice even. Can you get up a sec though, I need to shift a little.”

I pushed my self up, straining my limbs against the accumulated drain of all this day’s endeavors. She rolled under me and wriggled herself against the sheets, spreading the wrinkles out into a comfy little nook. Her hand found my waist and I was nestled back down with an earnest, ushering touch. My head nuzzled into her neck. My body draped over hers, half on, half off, one arm stretched across her chest, our fingers interlaced in an intimate mingling.

The sheen of our sex shimmered on her torso, subtly highlighting the lure of her curves. The flesh between us stirred through thoughts of their own. They wrestled themselves awake and snaked towards the other. Playing hide and seek. Without the hide. “These things are insatiable. Mine’s never been this active before… I don’t think. ?Maybe I just ignored it?”

*”You know how they say, if you put a lobster in a pot of cold water and slowly turn up the heat, you lull it to death?”

“Yeah.”

*”I think mines trying to do that to me with you.”

“Ha, ha ha, ha.” Tears ran down her face once more but this time they were jovial and light of heart. She snorted and I burst out in a similar revelry. Somehow it made kissing a sillier kind of fun. Our laughter faded, after a spell, giving way, once again, to the sounds of heartbeats and breath.

We laid upon that disheveled bed snuggled in our afterglow. Our quiet became enthralled by the din of the life outside. The thrumming of frogs, the chittering of crickets, the rustle of leaves and the occasional mewing of a doe calling her fawn. A coyote howled, somewhere off in the distance as witting hands wandered wantonly on wanting flesh.

We corresponded our intentions with nibbles and licks and touches. Our words traced on sated parchment, by the light strokes of fingers and the gentle scribes of teeth and tongue, communicated, something more than just desire.

She tensed, from some contact between us, “Mmmmm”, then wrapped herself around me and kissed me. One hand running through my hair, the other teasing my lower back. It was a slow, passionate kiss. The kind that pulled the energy from deep in your core and settled it around you, isolating you from the world, in a completely unfocused thrum.

I sucked on a nipple, her chest arched into me in return. I traced a line of sweat from her neck across her collar bone with my tongue and tracked it to the soft, fine hair under her arm. She writhed in her skin then settled, her hand cradling my head, delicately. I pushed my mouth to the tender flesh, where her arm met her ribs, and kissed at the bush and her sensitive pit. A vibration teased into me from a long, drawn moan of amorous submission. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.Your tongue doesn’t stop either, does it.”

*”Shit. Sometimes I think it’s more in control than my dick, or my brain.”

My appetite was whet, my energies rekindled. I raised myself up and off her, got out of bed and held out my hand. She took it tightly, rose up leisurely and stretched, willowy and calm. We walked to the bathroom, stopping to grab and grope not even half way there and again in the doorway.

I retrieved another candle from the closet and, while she got the shower running, lit it, turned off the light, over the medicine chest, and placed the fluttering wax stick on the white marble sink.

We washed each other quickly, and dried each other slowly.

She led me to the couch, sat me down and knelt between my legs, her hands spread them wider. She teased alive the sensorial nerves of my inner thigh with smooth, fluid rubs. She smiled as my cock bounced and stood, pleading for her touch. She stroked her palms up both its sides.

Her lips traversed the space between us with a hunger. Those pale sensuous lips were warm and wet and silky as they surrounded me and slowly tasted up and down my shaft. Little moans escaped her lips, rippling through my rigid flesh.

*”Oh fuck Alex, your mouth is so hot.”

She smiled with a mischievous curl of her eyes, flicked her tongue across the nook, at the bottom of my crown, sending me through the roof. I pulled her closer and fucked into her, her throat constricted, her body tightened. I withdrew and pulled her head up.

*”Sorry bout that.”

She just looked at me and smiled, her eyes glazed and started to water. “Don’t be, I liked it. Would you, wanna cum in my mouth?”

*”Do you want me to?”

“Mmmmhmm.” she said, with a little head nod and a shy grin.

*”Do you wanna cum in mine.”

“Mmmhmm, if you want.”

*”I think I could give it a try. I mean, I’m used to your taste, and I really, liked the way you felt in my mouth before. I don’t know if you can make me come like that, but you’ll get me real close.”

“Well you gotta know, I could probably suck your cock to an orgasm.”

*”You’d be the third one that did, and only the fourth time, ever.”

“Huh? Oh no… I meant, MY orgasm, dummass, she startled and paused, “Sorry, that wasn’t nice.”

*”Oh, my bad, show’s ya where my heads at. And, what exactly, are you sorry for? I miss something?”

“Calling you dummass.”

“Ha, don’t worry about that, I’ve been called worse, a lot worse, that’s, pet name tame.”

She smiled, “I guess you’re my dummass then.” She licked the head, then looked up at me with eyes squinted, “You really only had three?”

*”Yeah, only two people have made me cum like that, and only one of them twice.”

“Well there’s a challenge then.”

*”Since, I like the way you do it, and you seem to enjoy it, you’re welcome to try and you’ll probably succeed.”

“Hah.”

“What?”

“Suck seed.”

“That one was not intentional. I don’t think.” I laughed.

She returned to sucking my cock, pushing the limits of her gag reflex. Every time she came up for air, more streaks had moistened down her cheeks. Her eyes unmasked their bliss with a glossy gleam and half closed lids. She kissed her way up my stomach, stood up and stepped up on the couch. She put her feet on either side of my legs, her flesh inches from my nose. I tried to reach for a taste but she put her hand on my head, keeping herself out of reach, then pushed me back and lowered herself slowly to her knees.

Her crotch ground into mine, her teeth grazed at my neck and shoulder. She refocused her attentions on my chest, blowing air across my left nipple, side to side, it stiffened and tingled. With her knees pressed to my side she forged her cock, slowly, into mine. She lowered her head to my chest and gave one of the little nubs a lick.

I could feel the pathway’s fuse, spark and fire.

It started on the tip of it, right at the point of contact between my nipple and her slick, teasing probe, then it tunneled its way through my chest to my spine. Not quite in the spine, a little closer to what the Tantrics call the core. It evolved and grew, traveling down through my diaphragm, passed my navel, into my sacral, down into that spot, right at the base of my sex.

*”Xiao meimei, fuck, you don’t know what you do to me”

She grabbed my shaft, stroking me tenderly with delicate efficiency, “Ō, zhè zhēn shì gè kuàilè de jìnzhǎn.” then gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and stood up.

“Hungry? I’m going to get some snacks.”

It took a few seconds for the words to sink in.

My body was bewildered and stunned by the sudden void of sensations and the abruptness of their finality. My mind, was elsewhere. Then, just as quick as that, her question finally registered in my mind and one hunger replaced another. *”Mmm, famished, actually. And thirsty as hell, too.”

I watched as she traipsed away. Noticing the minute differences in her bearing. She stood up a little straighter, and a little taller, than when I first saw her on the road, not four hours before.

Four hours? Fuck, had it only been that long? I’ve known people for months, and some, years, Christ some people I’ve known most of my life that I didn’t feel this close to, or shared this much with.

Her steps were a little bit livelier, almost skipping. Her posture strong, sure, and sexier. *”You’ve got a great wiggle, you know that?”

“Thanks!”

She gave it a little sarcastic shake, even that was cute.

*”What, I’m completely serious. I really love the way it moves. Its fluid and graceful and every now and then, one cheek, rises up, and hangs there… it just sits there, proud and taunting, then, thumps back down and jiggles a little, it’s, fuckin hot.”

She grinned, red faced and strutted off into the kitchen. “Perv.”

*”You seem to bring out the best in me.”

I heard cabinet doors shutting and the distinct sound of ceramic plates touching down on stone. The refrigerator door peeled open. A pause. “You like sausage?”

*”I like yours.”

“Soppressata, dumass.”

*”Love it, sweet cheeks.”

I got up, put a couple more pieces of wood in the stove, then walked into the kitchen. She closed the refrigerator door and offered me a beer.

*”You know that means you’re stuck with me a lot longer. Like I said, I don’t drink or smoke and drive.”

“Promise?”

*”Promise.”

She pulled me in and kissed me with determination. She leaned back on the counter, pushed herself up and wrapped her legs around me. Corralling me in. “Here.” she said as she fed me a cracker, with a layer of peppercorn cheese and a thin slice of that dried and seasoned meat. She opened the beers and put one to my lips. I took it and drank half in one shot. The coolness bit into my throat but it definitely quenched my thirst.

*”Aaah, fuck I needed that.”

“Mmmm, Wow, it almost tastes good when your dry and worn out. And happy.”

*”Nah, still tastes like crap, but it feels good when you’re parched. And I hope you’re not too spent, I’ve still got plans for you.”

“Umm, look down, I don’t think you need to worry there.”

I didn’t need to look.