Page 52 of Rousing Renee

“About?”

“Being mine. The entire way here, I focused on getting home to you. Washington to Montana is a ten hour drive, and I was tired almost halfway through. I didn’t stop, though. I needed you.”

“I’m right here, Sir.” She put her arms around my neck and leaned into me. “I’ve been waiting for you to get here.”

“Well, I’m home, baby.”

Renee leaned down and kissed me. I put my arms around her waist and drew her closer. As tired as I was, I controlled the kiss. It was filled with unspoken words of I’m sorry and I’ll do better, affection and new emotions, promises of what was to come, and what we’d lost.

“Can I take care of you?” she asked, breaking away from our kiss.

“Yeah, I thought that’s what you were doing.” Now I was confused.

Renee nibbled her way up to my ears, kissed her way down to my neck, then my lips. My shoulders were next, chest, and she pressed her tongue flat to my nipples to bathe them with the swipes of her tongue.

“See, I was going to wake up in the middle of the night to take care of those needs. I didn’t know we were jumping into it.”

As she moved lower, my dick hardened between us, wanting to get in on the action.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” She spoke to my shaft as she neared it. “Come here, Sir.”

She used her tongue to come up one side of it and then down the other. “You’re so good.”

I flexed my hips, turned on by how she spoke to him. She pulled him into her mouth and dragged him out slowly, then back in. When she pulled him in deep, gagging, and then slurping him back in, I almost came in her mouth.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Was she talking to me or him?

Her hand cupped my sac, the other firmly wrapped around him, and she fucked me with her mouth. I put my arms up on the edge of the tub, not feeling the need to guide her at all. She had this all on her own.

Teeth. After every few strokes down, she let her teeth graze my dick. Borderline between pain and passion. I ate that shit up.

“Do you like that, Sir? Being inside my mouth?” she asked, and I growled at her in warning.

“I will fuck up your life if you don’t chill on the dirty talk,” I warned.

She popped me from her mouth and looked up at me through her lashes. “Please. I’ve been a really good girl while I waited for you.”

I dropped my head, a sucker for obedience.

“Climb up here on my lap,” I instructed her. “This is going to be quick.”

“So, you’re not going to come in my mouth?”

I leaned forward and slapped her ass. “Chill.”

When she was on top, I eased inside her as she lowered her body onto me. I gripped the tub because she was hot and ready for me. I fit like she was the lock for my key. There’s no way this was ever going to get old.

“Ride, baby.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Already close, it didn’t take long before I was closer. When I leaned up to get her there, she shook her head no.

“This is about you. I know you’ll take care of me later.” She leaned down and kissed me, swirling her hips and fucking me like I was hers.

I gripped her neck, held her in place, while she shut me the fuck up with her body. This version of her was less shy. She owned her femininity, and though she was on top, clearly enjoying herself, it was because she could see the satisfaction on my face. The more my body responded to her, the more aroused she got. Each groan, grunt, moan, and swear word I released, the more confident she became in her plan. She was about to tear me apart, and she didn’t even know it. Water sloshed around us, but I’d clean that shit up later. I was about to explode and couldn’t get a single word out to warn her beautiful ass.

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