by Sade Rena
The idea of having more with her excites me, in a way, I haven’t been for a while. I was sure those days of waiting to see the person you cared about was over for me. I loved one girl, and she walked out on me. Never did I expect to come across a woman who evoked things in me the way Renee does.
She grips the tail of my shirt with the same passion she had two months ago, pulling it up and over my head. It falls from her grasp, and from my peripherals, I see it lands in her ice cream. Who cares? I’ll dirty every piece of clothing if it means I finally get to see her out of hers.
With my chest now bare, I sit back, watching the way she trails her sights from my face to my abs and back up. I’ve never been as vulnerable as I am at this moment. The way she’s looking at me makes me happy my job is enough to keep me fit.
Why am I thinking about that while she’s straddling my lap, her hot center signaling, she’s turned on?
She recaptures my lips, slipping her tongue around mine. Every fiber of me thrusts forward, calling for her in every way possible. I remove her top, letting my grasp fall to her plump breasts. I trace the smooth satin material and watch as her eyes close from my touch. Her mouth gapes open, and her head falls back.
“God, babe. You’re so fucking hot,” I blurt, my face distorted in desperation.
I rub my palm from her neck down between her tits before leaning forward and licking along the same path. She moans, whispering my name and gripping the back of my head. I lie her down, shifting, so we’re both comfortable. Now on my knees and between her thighs, I lower myself over her.
“I can’t wait to have you,” I huff.
“I can’t wait for you to take me,” she shudders.
Gah…
I bite down on her shoulder and grind my crotch into her. The last time we were this close, we both were wild, aggressive. But tonight—tonight there’s forbearance. I fumble with the waist of her stretchy pants, slipping my fingers beyond the threshold in search of her treasure. She widens her legs, aiding me in my search. I find what I’m looking for, and it’s dripping wet—just for me.
“Take these off for me,” I demand.
She obliges, lifting her hips enough to free herself of the thick black material. I dive in and nibble on her nipples through her bra. She squirms in delight, arching to open herself to me more.
She’s under me in nothing but her underwear, and I’m dying to take it all off. To get to the point, I was too inexperienced to reach before. To show her I’m man enough, and more than ready to accept the challenge of bringing her pleasure.
I move from her breast to her stomach, where I plant a kiss. Our gaze meets, and I realize she’s watching my every move. There’s something about the desire in her eyes that encourages me. I continue, stopping at her still covered pussy. She’s not even naked there, and I can see how thick her treasure is.
“Can I see her?” I pant.
She rolls her hips upward. “You can do whatever you want,” she answers, her voice low and sultry.
Fuck.
I peel her panties to the side to peek at her manicured vagina. Her lips are bare, yet there’s a trimmed strip of hair above them.
“I want to kiss it.”
She doesn’t speak this time, and I know it’s because she’s already told me to have my way. I shuffle backward, lining myself with her sex, and inhaling her scent. She smells so good. I take off the last remaining barrier between me and my woman. That’s right, she’s mine, even if she doesn’t know it yet. I place a peck to her pubic bone, making my way down. I’ve never gone this far before, so I wouldn’t know where to start. I’m satisfied just being this close to it.
Renee reaches between us, using two fingers to part herself. Her pinkness stares back at me as moisture seeps from inside her.
“Lick it,” she orders.
I swallow hard before doing as told. Her honey is sweet. I run my tongue along her slit again, and this time she moans. I think back to the porno I watched and trying to remember everything the man did to make his partner cum. With my thumb pressed against her clit, I circle it while blowing on it at the same time. This seems to work because she spreads herself wider.
My dick throbs in my jeans, and it’s begging to be a part of the action. She must know I’m ready, because she pulls me up, kissing me while working at my zipper. It only takes her a second to find her way inside and to wrap her soft hand around my hard-on. I groan in her mouth, moving my hips at the same time.
“Did you bring a condom?” she asks, our lips still locked.
I nod, my body buckling from the sensation of her hand on my shaft. “Two,” I answer without breaking our embrace, glad I came prepared.
I take the rubber from my pocket and show it to her. She grabs it, using her teeth to break the seal. Renee works my bottoms down around my hips and sheaths my erection with her eyes locked on mine.
Why?
If she keeps making eye contact with me, we’ll have a repeat of our first time. But I challenge myself, daring not to tear my gaze from hers. This is our moment.
I use my knee to spread her legs further apart, taking charge of the moment by running the head of my cock over her pussy. She’s so wet I feel her through the plastic, which surprises me considering all the complaints my friends made about condoms getting in the way. I don’t know what they’re talking about because every sensation is there.
I grip the base and inch forward, but she flinches.
“Sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“No. Just aim up a little,” she adds.
My eyes go wide. Did I just try to put it in her butt? Oh, goodness.
I suck in a breath, deciding not to let embarrassment overcome me. I place my thumb at her entrance, using it to find my way. When I do, I push into her. None of the conversations I’ve had with the guys could prepare me for the thrill that surges when her tightness consumes me.
Chance says sex is like a drug, and I see now what he means. Renee’s mouth flies open, and I’m not even all the way in yet. I want to be, though. I want to give her every inch, and it’s even better she wants to receive them.
After I find my fit, I thrust myself in and out, enjoying the way her walls open up around me. We reach a pace, both fucking each other sensually. It takes everything in me not to pound away; I need this to last. If I speed up, I’m sure to cum, and that can’t happen. She has to beat me there; I owe her that.
“Parker. Don’t be scared to fuck me.” She grabs my ass, driving me deeper into her.
“Oh…” I mutter but take her up on the challenge.
I pump my hips, finding a better rhythm than before, one that drives her wild.
“Ah,” she lets out. “Damn.”
Her moans boost my confidence, and out of nowhere, the moisture between us grows. Every stroke sends sounds of what we’re doing through the air, and it’s beautiful.
Why have I waited so long to experience this? I reach between us to play with her pussy while I fuck her, something I picked up from the flick I watched. I usually take Denton’s, but I’m glad I listened to Chance on this one.
“Yes.”
That one word tells me I’m doing everything right. I lick my lips and dive deeper, still moving my thumb faster around her nub.
“Oh, shit. You’re going to make me cum,” Renee announces.
I know she’s close because her insides constrict around me.
“I’ve waited so long to make you cum, babe. Ah,” I add, my orgasm brimming on the horizon.
“Come with me?” she asks.
I huff. “Oh, I want to.”
“Then give it to me,” she grips my face and kisses me, bucking her hips up to meet mine.
I close my eyes, focusing on the pressure building in my balls. Renee continues to tighten and release around me, pulling my seed to the forefront. I tuck my chin into her neck, bracing myself for the rapture. But then she nibbles on my earlobe, and I lose it. I erupt, but don’t dare to stop stroking her kitty.
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sp; “I’m cumin’, Renee,” I tell her.
“Me too,” she cries, her arousal spilling out, soaking my crotch.
It lasts for what seems like an eternity but is only seconds. We’re both spent and empty. I stare at her sated, full of contempt and pride. I made her gush and ruined her brand-new pillows.
It was me who brought this lingering look of euphoria to her beautiful eyes. When I roll off of her, she slides out of the way. She sits up, gazing at me in pure satisfaction. I reach forward to tuck her hair behind her ear.
“Where’d you come from?” I quiz, not expecting an answer.
Renee takes my hand. “Stay with me tonight?”
“I wouldn’t dare leave, darlin’.”
She stands, lifting me with her and leading me toward the stairs. She climbs to the second step, turning and planting the wettest kiss to my lips. I wrap my arms around her naked body. My jeans still hang low on my hips, so I step out of them before allowing her to lead me up to her bedroom. I close the door behind us, wanting more than anything to be with her again.
Chapter Fifteen
Renee
Birds chirping outside my window pull me from my sleep. With a yawn, I stretch and dart my gaze around the room. A smile graces my face when I turn on my side, finding him next to me. His mouth is wide open, and he’s snoring like a grizzly bear.
Drool runs down his cheek and I can’t help the chuckle forming in my throat. I’m a light sleeper, so you can imagine my shock that I slept through his slumber induced roaring. But that’s what a good night of passionate sex will do for you. It’ll knock you out cold without a care in the world.
Or at least that’s the impression I’m getting at this moment. I shift to lie on my stomach, still watching as he rests. His breathing changes and he presses his lips together. A tiny grin threatens to form, showing off his dimples. My eyes flutter in admiration and maybe even gratitude.
My stomach rumbles, reminding me I should eat. All I had yesterday was the salad I made for dinner and four strips of bacon for breakfast. I climb from under the covers and slip my feet into my slippers. My robe hangs on the back of my room door, so I grab it and slip it on.
I turn for one more glance at Parker. “Um,” I mumble, shaking my head with a smirk that reaches my eyes.
I tilt my head to the side and roam his uncovered torso. It makes sense for a man in his field to have a beautiful body, but my gawd. He’s lean with the right amount of muscles, and I’m counting not six, but eight deliciously defined ab muscles. And when I spot the subtle tent in the sheets around his visible morning wood, I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. Flashes of last night run through my mind, heating me from my core. A shaky sigh leaves me while I continue to watch him.
Would it be insane to pull the covers back and kiss the tip of the thing that brought me one of the best orgasms I’ve had in a while?
If I did any of what I thought, would he wake up ready for another round? Or would that be too much? I saw a side of him he hasn’t shown me before. He’s always so sweet and romantic, but yesterday, he was—hungry.
Sex wasn’t a part of my plan when I extended the invitation, but I’m glad it became an option. The attraction between us is undeniable and was bound to tip over. What’s even more astonishing is, I’ve been no one’s first, and unlike our initial encounter, he didn’t fuck me like I was his.
He served me like he’s practiced for that moment. It started rocky with the head butting, and that near slip. If he would’ve moved just a centimeter lower, I may not have been able to control my reflexes. And with that, things would’ve ended differently. But he made up for it, and I’d be lying if I said I’m not impressed.
My hunger pulls me out of my mental rebuttal. I suck in a breath, push my shoulders back, and tie my robe closed. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I pick up his pants and underwear and hang them on the back of the sofa. The evidence of our date remains scattered where we left it. I remove his shirt from the now melted bowl of ice cream and rush to clean it as best I could with a damp paper towel.
Once I’m done, I take out the fixings for omelets and start brewing coffee. All of my appliances are in boxes—everything but my Keurig. As a writer, my life sort of depends on it. We still need to stain the cabinets and refinish the countertops. There’s no sense in putting things out only to take them all down again. It’s for that reason, I’ve been one-pot cooking every meal for the last two months.
The stairs creak from the weight of Parker on his way to join me. I glance over my shoulder, seeing him remove the sheet from his waist to slip back into his jeans. I smile at how modest he is. Anyone else would’ve come out balls swinging. But not Parker, he’s respectful. A quality that makes him so damn cute.
His back is to me, giving me a great view of his tush—it’s firm like the rest of him. I bite my lip and grin so hard my nose pushes up.
Mm-hmm, I mutter.
Parker enters the kitchen, barefoot, with his pants hanging off his hips, and a smirk lingers on his face. He caught me staring, even though I try to pretend I’m not. My cheeks heat as a blush threatens to escape, but I keep it down. Parker steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing the top of my head.
“Good morning,” I say, while plating our food.
“I was looking for you when I woke up.” He massages my shoulder and tucks his nose in the crook of my neck.
I glance over my shoulder. “Did you miss me?”
“More than you know.” He pecks my cheek while reaching for the dishes I now hold in my hands.
I relinquish them and follow him into the living room. “Figured I’d make you breakfast. You earned it.”
He’s several inches in front of me, and despite his height, I see the rise of his ears, indicating a smile. My gaze falls to his butt, and what a nice one it is. I wonder if he’d mind if I squeezed it. Parker steps around the sofa, catching me yet again, checking him out.
I sit on the far side of the couch, and he flops down in the middle, right beside me. Parker hands me a serving, then digs right into his. I take my time eating, not wanting to rush our time together. You’d think after being with him all night, I’d be okay with a little distance. But if I’m honest, this feels good and pressure-free.
“This taste amazing, babe,” he offers with his mouthful.
Warmth radiates through me, and I find myself somewhat speechless. There’s that word again.
Babe!
He’s called me that many times, and until now, I’ve thought nothing of it. He’s a southern man, and people here use terms like that all the time. They don’t always mean anything. I get that, yet still, my heart flutters hearing him say it to me now. Where I come from, people don’t use any variation of the word if they don’t mean it. Not unless it’s a close friend or someone younger. Why does the name hold so much weight right now?
Don’t be that girl, Nay.
The one who jumps in way too deep after one night of hot sex. Play it cool, because the truth is, it was one night and it may never happen again. After running into his ex-girlfriend, the other day, I’ve waited for the other shoe to drop. But it never did, and last night, I planned to bring her up. It’s a good thing I didn’t, or it would’ve ruined the mood. But I won’t lie; it pricks the back of my mind.
“Thank you,” I say after a beat, forcing a subtle smile to the surface.
“Do you like to cook?” Parker glances at me while slicing another piece.
I swallow. “Kinda. It depends on what it is and who it’s for. Not my favorite pastime, but I cook with love.”
“So you made love to this omelet for me—” he stops mid-sentence, clearing his throat before continuing. “I mean, you put love into making it?”
I smirk and lick my lips. “You can say that.”
He nods, and continues eating. We finish up, and I take our empty dishes to place in the sink. When I return, he’s holding his ruined t-shirt, swinging it over his shoulder.
“Sorry for the mess,” I tease, using my eyes to point to the stain on the tail of his top.
He puffs his chest out, and I watch his breaths as he steps toward me. Goodness, this man is fine. His expression is one of appreciation, and it’s doing something to my insides.
When he’s flush against me, he cups my cheek. “Can I kiss you?”
I press myself into him, gazing up into his eyes. “You never have to ask me that.”
He squints while showing me his beautiful teeth. “I like how that sounds,” Parker says, bringing our mouths closer together.
He makes me wait for contact, prolonging, and teasing my desire to touch him again. For someone so modest and often awkward, he sure knows how to up the anticipation. The wait ends when he licks my lips like he’s been dying to taste them.
My arms go around his neck and his hands to my hips then he slides them to my ass. I moan softly, enjoying the way we feel together. But I push away the impulse to run my palm across his chest, and down to my new favorite part of him. I can spend all morning, noon, and evening like this, but we both have things to do today.
He pulls away, yet doesn’t release his hold on me. “I enjoyed myself last night.”
I huff. “So did I! And you are more than welcome to do that again.”
He laughs, turning his head to hide the redness forming around his dimples. “So I guess that means I redeemed myself?”
“Parker,” I touch his chest. “I wouldn’t be cooking you breakfast if you hadn’t.”
He grins so hard his nose and brows nearly touch. “Hmm,” he hums with a downward pump of his fist. “Whew. I can breathe now.”
I can’t tell if he’s joking. “Were you nervous?”
“As hell.”
“You didn’t seem like it, and if we’re real—had you done any of that the first time we met, I never would’ve guessed you were a virgin.”