Page 30 of Rousing Renee

“You’re going to wet my face up nicely.”

I gasped, and as he moved away to stand, I was frozen in place.

“Bathroom?”

“Through the door straight ahead.”

He disappeared inside, and I took the opportunity to check the damage. The inside of my thighs were wet, sticky, and hot–all proof I was heavily aroused. I slipped my fingers along the lips of my pussy and my eyes widened at how slick I was. My body wanted Ezra just as badly as my mind did. Taking signals and cues from one another, I was ready. He’d said no, though.

“You better not be,” he said from the doorway.

I jumped, caught off guard. “No, I was only checking on her.”

“And?” He leaned against the door frame.

“She’s ready for entry and delivery.”

“Good. That’s how she’ll stay. Now, show me your closet. You have class today and I haven’t picked your outfit.”

I nodded. He was right. “Okay.” I stood up and led the way inside the closet.

“I like the setup.” He thumbed through the hangers, looking through everything. Then he pulled out three shirts, two skirts, and a pair of pants.

I sat with folded legs, leaning on my hand that propped up my head, and watched him work. He completed them with shoes and undergarments. Nothing about getting dressed would be left up to me.

“Does this include work, too?” I asked.

“Would you like it to?”

He looked down at me, and I knew it was so he could observe my reaction to his question.

“Please,” I admitted.

“Where are your uniforms?” he asked.

“Tan bin on the side. They aren’t uniforms given to me. More like just black pants and white shirts I have that I don’t mind alcohol and food components to be spilled on. That’s all.”

“Self-made. I get it.”

When he was finished, he walked toward me. Or should I say stalked? Nervously, I licked my lips, unable to hide how much it aroused me.

“See something you like?” he asked.

I did. He knew that, though. When he got to the edge of the bed, I crawled over to him as if summoned. His eyebrow arched, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I kissed his chest, up to his neck, sucking the spot right below his ear, along his jawline, and then wrapped my arms around his neck.

“The answer is still no,” he said.

“I know. I’m not trying to convince you.”

“Then–”

I nibbled his bottom lip and when he parted them both, I went in for the kiss. Ezra lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands palmed the underside of my butt, and he lifted me until we were at the same level. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth and caressing it with mine. Lost in the moment, we explored the grooves, both smooth planes and rigid as well as the soft and warm spaces of each other’s mouths. His lips were as pillowy as I thought, gentle, but firm. I could smell his arousal, heightened pheromones coming through his pores.

He gently laid me on the bed, following my mouth. His body remained between my legs, and he didn’t hesitate when he caressed my thighs, then spread them so he was flush against me. My hands massaged the back of his head and neck, but then they had a mind of their own–gripping and grabbing whatever I could reach. He moaned in my mouth–approval.

I pulled away to give us a little space, but I was right back to his lips. His hand came up to my throat and held me in place as he bruised my lips with his. Control taken. My hands dropped to the bed, each beside my head in surrender. There were no cuffs, but my hands were locked in place, and I had no desire to move them. I breathed in his scent, arousal, and the flavor of him. Drugged out of my mind with a dose of him, I didn’t stand a chance. It was his world, and I was a passenger on the ship as he explored. One hand on my throat, the other wherever he wanted it. He touched my breasts, stomach, thighs, butt, throat, arms… nothing prepared me for the single finger he ran down the crease of my pussy. The pressure was right, and she welcomed him with a warm and wet greeting. He tapped the space where my clit was until I was writhing in his arms. His hand that was around my throat tightened and his gentle taps changed to him thumping the bundle of nerves with firm flicks. I dug my hands into the sheets, trying to grab onto something as leverage to keep me from flying apart. Hard and fast flicks kept time, with the throbbing sensation building up to an explosion.

No air… pain… spasms. No air… pain… spasms…

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