It was a full moon tonight. Serah let the screen door slam shut behind her. She had a pitcher in her hand. She decided it would be a wonderful idea to crush ice and mix it with pineapple juice and orange juice. She looked so angelic in the moonlight with her pink hair falling freely all over her shoulders. She was stripped down to nothing but her underwear and her sheer sweeper. It had been hot in the house but out here it was much cooler with the ocean air blowing in. When Serah was with Snow, she was the queen and right now she looked like one.
"What did you make?" Snow asked as Serah climbed over his lap. Finally, the heat had gotten to him and he had taken everything off except his boxers. He put his hands around her waist.
"I took ice, I crushed it. Then I found pineapple juice and orange juice and I put it all together." Serah said tipping the pitcher toward her mouth.
"You should have put the rest of that champagne in it. There's not very much left." Snow said taking the pitcher from her.
"I didn't even think about that. Hold on…" Serah said sliding off Snow's lap and hurrying back into the house. She returned quickly with a near empty bottle of champagne and a spoon. She straddled Snow's lap again as the wind blew her hair in her face. She opened up the champagne and poured it into her fruity mixture. "Why did you even save this? There's hardly any left. We won't even taste it." Serah said.
"If you want, go get something else and pour it in there." Snow said tightening his arms around her waist.
"No, I won't do that. I'll leave it just like this." Serah said stirring her creation. She handed it over to Snow. He tried it and handed the pitcher back to her. "You did good, baby." Snow told her. Serah really should have brought glasses out with her but for whatever reason she thought this pitcher would do just fine.
"So how do you feel…you know, about everything that happened today?" Snow asked her wanting to make sure Serah was okay.
"I don't need Lightning to make my decisions for me, Snow. I love her but she's being ridiculous. I feel fine, I really do. I'm here with you now and that's all I need." Serah said sincerely. Snow held her slender body against him.
"I love you Serah and no matter what happens you know I'll stand up for you. I know Lightning hurt you; but it will never happen again. She'll never hurt you again, Serah." Snow was so sincere. Serah smiled. She didn't need to say a word. Her eyes spoke for her. Serah kissed him as if she would never kiss him again. That's how grateful she was to have Snow in her life. She had thrown her arms around his shoulders and as far as she was concerned she could have held him like this until the sun broke over the ocean. Her body shivered all over at the feeling of Snow's hands crawling up and down her back. She leaned over and picked the pitcher up off the deck again. She had one arm around Snow and drinking out of the pitcher with her free hand.
"You know what? I think you made too much of that. You need to drink some more of it." Snow encouraged her looking at this very full pitcher. Serah mumbled something into the pitcher as the iced mixture dribbled down her chin and down her neck. "What did you say?" Snow questioned her as he reached up to take the pitcher from Serah. She had made a mess with that last drink she took.
"I said that YOU need to drink some more of this. But first, lick this off of me." Serah said leaning over and putting the pitcher back on the deck. She didn't have to ask Snow twice. She could feel his tongue at the base of her neck. Snow could feel her tremble as he licked his way toward her chin. He snuck his hand underneath the sheer, fluttery sweeper that the air had pulled away from her body. Serah's tongue met Snow's in a heated reunion. He tasted of citrus. Serah squeezed Snow's strong shoulders as she felt her bra come undone. It only took one motion for it to fall to the deck. Serah tried her best to work her hands down Snow's body but she couldn't manage to because of the way she had him straddled. She whimpered contentedly as she felt Snow's hands on her breasts. Now she just couldn't stand it. She pulled her lips away from his breathlessly.
"You're wet…" Snow told her; his voice barely above a whisper.
"It's your fault…" Serah answered him just as softly before wrapping her arms around him and laughing sweetly. "Besides…you have your own problem to deal with." Serah said holding on to Snow tightly.
"You're going to deal with it, not me." Snow reminded her sweeping her up in his arms.
"Wait, wait, wait…I have to get that!" Serah said pointing to the pitcher on the deck as she wrapped her body around Snow. He laughed at her.
"No you don't its fine." Snow took her inside the darkened house and let her feet hit the floor. Serah took her sweeper off, letting it fall daintily to a pile on the floor. She wasted no time in stripping Snow of the rest of his clothes and shoving him backwards against the couch. Sure she was smaller than him, but Serah could take control any time she wanted. Snow gasped and nearly lost his balance as he gripped the top of the couch on either side of him. Serah was on her knees letting her hands slide up as far as she could reach and letting her mouth do all the work. She loved how Snow talked dirty to her while she did this. It fueled her on and made her hungrier for him. She felt Snow hold her hands in his; squeezing her fingers tighter the deeper she took him in her mouth. She loved feeling that response from him. Serah was so good at this. She didn't have any experience prior to being with Snow but everything she learned; she learned with him. They were both virgins the first time they slept together so neither of them had any experience three months ago.
Snow had to pull her mouth away from him. She was just too good. He let Serah's face rest in his hand as she caught her breath. It was times like these that Serah wished that just for once Snow would fuck her without a condom because now they had to go get one. But in the big scheme of things, it was much better to be smart rather than impulsive. Snow pulled her up from her knees and slid her underwear off her hips. They were both already sweating because this house was so hot tonight compared to what it was outside. Serah wondered why there were so many blankets on the bed as she led Snow by the hand out of the living room and into their bedroom. All the windows were open and the ocean could be heard. There was a bit of a breeze coming in but not enough to justify all these covers. Serah threw them all to the bottom of the bed and made herself comfortable in a sea of pillows. Snow watched her with lustful blue eyes as pale moonlight caressed every curve of her naked body. The back of her neck was already wet with sweat with pink hair sticking to her. She reached her hands above her head and waited until Snow was ready to have his way with her.
She didn't have to wait long. Snow parted her legs and let his lips meet hers as she felt him inside her. She wrapped her arms around him and let her hands slide on the wetness of his back. Serah moaned, tilting her head back, forcing Snow's lips on her neck. She could feel her body move with him; slowly at first but gradually with more force. Snow's body was so...hot. God, there wasn't a part of him that wasn't solid muscle. He could have been so rough with her but he never was…unless Serah wanted him to be. Snow could feel Serah arch her back toward him. The more intense the sensation became the harder she dug her fingers into him. Serah could feel Snow's breath in her face and the coarseness of his cheek against hers. She begged for him mercilessly just as he begged for her. Serah didn't even bother holding on to Snow at this point; their rhythm was too driving and forceful. She flung her arms out to either side of her body clawing at the sheets beneath her.
When Serah would cry out like this Snow used to wonder if he was hurting her….he wasn't. He soon learned he could be much harder with Serah than what she looked. Snow had complete control over her body and Serah would have wanted it no other way. Snow panted ruthlessly as he noticed the sweat covering Serah's stomach. It was time for her to cool down. Snow reached for her outstretched arm and moved back away from her pulling her up to where she was sitting upright. He didn't have to give her instructions. Serah knew exactly what to do. Her pink hair was stuck to her back. She tried to catch her breath as she put her feet on the floor and leaned forward with her hands on front of her on the mattress. Maybe it was the angle, maybe it was how much harder Snow fucked her when he was behind her like this; but whatever the case Serah intertwined her fingers with Snow's and held on tightly. It wasn't long until Snow had to release one of her hands and put his arm under her hips. She was getting weak in the legs the longer he slammed his body into her. Serah begged him not to stop. It felt so good to her and if he stopped now she might never get back to this point. Now, he needed both hands to get underneath her because she was starting to slip forward from weakness. However, she could still stand so she wasn't quite weak enough…Snow would take care of that. He pulled her up to where she was standing up and her head had fallen backwards to his shoulder. She growled something about why he stopped there but he reassured her she would be fine. Thank god his floor had carpet because that's where they were going next.. All Snow had to do was let go of her and Serah slipped to the floor on all fours.
"Look at me…" Snow said breathlessly to her as he put one hand on her face; turning her head toward him. He kissed her deeply. "Okay, that's all I wanted." He whispered to her. She cried out for him as she felt him thrust into her. Snow knew she was close; Serah always climaxed before Snow….always. Tonight was no exception. Snow leaned forward to the point that his lips were resting on her ear. "Come Serah…" he encouraged her, his voice low and soft. She whimpered in pleasure at his request. "Serah…come…" Serah wondered how Snow always knew when she was about to climax. He was always right, he never missed it. Serah didn't last another full minute. She climaxed in a sea of moisture and satisfaction. It always intensified when she felt Snow come right after her. She could feel his labored breath on the back of her neck. His heart was racing and if he didn't get Serah out of the floor she was going to collapse in it. He was careful not to pull out of her too fast. Whoever came up with the idea to put a trash basket beside the bed was brilliant because it was used all the time. Snow picked Serah up and laid her down beside him on the sheets. Her legs were weak, her arms were weak and her body was surging. Even though they were both wet with sweat Snow still held her body against his as tightly as he could hold her. Serah clung to him.
"Hey Snow?" Serah whispered as she still tried to catch her breath.
"Yes?" he asked of her trying to pull her hair away from her neck.
"You know how we usually have sex and I have to go home like two or three hours later?" Serah asked.
"Yeah…" he answered her.
"I'm not going anywhere tonight." She reminded him hugging Snow that much tighter. He couldn't help but smile. Neither of them had thought of that yet.
"No…no you don't. You'll be right here beside me." Snow said kissing his way to her lips. Serah laughed. "I love you." Serah laid there in Snow's arms as they listened to the ocean rumble in the distance.