Page 18 of Rousing Renee

I texted Renee, and we decided on a one o’clock lunch. She was off work today, so I didn’t have to worry about her having to rush away. We could let the mood dictate the flow.

I decided to change my original plan two hours before she arrived. Since the meal was already cooked, I didn’t have to worry about that part of the plan. Yesterday, after I left her at the restaurant, I went to town to get some fresh fruit, veggies, cheeses and crackers, wine, and juice. I felt like the island and table gave too formal of a vibe, so I went to the closet and pulled out two comforters, layered them on the floor in the living room, put all the pillows from around the apartment down, and put a throw next to where I planned for her to sit. It reminded me of an uncovered pillow fort. Adult style.

I arranged the snacks on a different throw in the center of us, used a pail I found for a wine bucket, placed two wine glasses down beside it, and used the tray from the kitchen to put the candles on. I put the roses I’d purchased yesterday in a vase with ice water and vodka since they’d already begun wilting. I stood back and looked at the spread I had.

“Damn. This is stunning,” I admitted to myself.

Snapping my fingers because I’d forgotten the board games Sadie, Derek’s wife and Little, had loaned me when I’d run into her this morning, I took them from the closet where I’d stored them and placed them nearby on the floor. The timer buzzed, letting me know the food was ready at the same time Renee knocked on the door.

“One sec!” I darted to the stove to turn the setting to warm and then jogged to the door. Taking a deep breath, I straightened my joggers, and hoped she didn’t deem me too casual. I exhaled quickly and prayed for the best.

Opening the door…

“Shit,” I mumbled, and I washed my face with my hand, hoping she hadn’t caught that. “You look amazing,” I reworded.

“Thank you.”

She stood there looking at me, and I was baffled at what to say or do next, afraid I’d jump her if she came inside.

“Can I come in, or are we doing this in the hallway?”

She seemed as nervous as I was. “No-no. Come in.” I moved back and let her walk in. My eyes followed her hips and ass as she entered. She wore some kind of t-shirt dress thingy that was off the shoulder on one side. Over it, there was a black leather corset with buckles and ribbons, and all kinds of shit for me to pull her close with. And those boots… thigh-high, black leather, and more fucking buckles. Renee was about 5’6” but in these boots, she was almost my height at 6’1”. Her hair was up in a ponytail at the top of her head and her long hair draped past her shoulders in waves. Large silver hoops dangled from her ears while silver bracelets jingled around her wrist.

“Maybe I should change?” I said to her.

“Please don’t. You look… very good.” Renee bit the side of her lip and took me in. “Especially with your bare toes.”

I chuckled. “Come with me.”

She put her hand in mine, and I led her to the living room, and she gasped and stopped walking.

“Ezra, I wasn’t… I wasn’t expecting this.”

I tugged her hand lightly, and she followed until we reached the edge of the blanket. I kneeled in front of her and looked up into her eyes.

“May I?”

She seemed nervous.

“Shoes, babygirl.”

She exhaled quickly and then nodded.

Deciding to try my luck, I ran my hand from the toe of her boot, up her ankle, calf, and then her thighs before I found the zipper inches away from her cunt. I zipped it down slowly, dragging my pinky along her skin as I went. At the bottom, I tapped my shoulder, and she put her hands there to steady her weight. I lifted her leg and removed her boot, kissing her bent knee before placing her foot firmly on the comforter-covered floor.

I placed the boot down on the outside of our space. “Other foot.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her voice was breathy, and I knew she was closer to where I wanted her to be mentally. On the other side, I repeated my actions, and she tried to muffle a moan, but I still heard her. When I placed her other foot down, I traced my fingers back over her feet, ankles, calves, and thighs. Gripping them enough for her to moan, I exhaled. Heat radiated from her body, a sign of arousal.

“With me, I want to hear everything. No hiding from me, Renee.”

She nodded. “I can handle that.”

“Good girl.”

Her knees buckled, and I caught her before she hit the floor.

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