Page 21 of Releasing Reenie

“Gawd, oh,” she gasped as I worked her through her clothing until she was clinging to me with one hand, her other awkwardly stroking me. And then I realized the shorts were loose enough to reach inside the leg and touch her bare skin.

This information made my nostrils flare, and I moved her from my lap to the bench, laying her onto her back.

I pushed aside the dampened cloth between her legs, my thumb finding her nether lips, spreading them, sweeping through her to lubricate my thumb. A hiccup sound caught in her throat and she spread her legs wider.

I fondled her, playing her like an instrument, increasing the tempo of my thumb, until she was gasping and panting. Kissing wetly across her chest to her other nipple, I rolled it between my teeth. Her fingers pressed into the skin of my shoulder where she clung to me, and her other hand tightened on my cock.

I left her nipple to kiss her mouth so I could swallow the cry of her building orgasm as I pressed harder on her button. Swallowing her cry into my mouth, I pinched her clit at the last second. With a guttural wail against my lips, she shuddered against me, but I didn’t stop. My thumb stroked, gentler now, but still there, coaxing every bit of release from her.

“That’s it, honey, come for me,” I whispered against her wet, supple lips. And then her head fell back against the armrest of the bench, her eyes closed.

It took me several seconds to realize she’d released my cock, her hand no longer down my pants. Her breathing was still labored but she didn’t move. Several long seconds passed before she opened her eyes, avoiding my gaze.

“You okay?” I asked even though everything about her shouted she wasn’t. I loosened my grip on her, but I wasn’t letting her go. I wasn’t letting her pull back and raise her walls. Reaching for her hips, I yanked down her shorts. Her lacey purple panties came with them.

“Stay with me, Reenie,” I crooned, and lowered my mouth to cover her. Her sweet scent filled my nostrils and urged me on. My tongue parted her, finding her swollen nub. I licked it, and then sucked until her breathing picked up again.

She’d come back. I hummed against her, my tongue probing and darting until she was gasping. And then I slid a finger into her, the wetness of her pussy dripping down my hand.

“Trent. Please.”

My name. That please. It brought me to life while simultaneously killing me.

“I need you…” She gasped. “Inside me, now,” she said, her words both begging and demanding in a way that was as contradicting as she was.

“Protection,” I asked, still pumping a finger inside her.

“The pill,” she answered, in a gasping breath. “Clean bill of health. Haven’t been with anyone in over three years.”

“Medically pristine here too,” I murmured, distracted by her last admission.

She hadn’t been with anyone since before our date. That information did something to me. I was suddenly feral and wildwith the knowledge. Pulling the tie of my shorts, I shoved them down, and pushed inside her.

Her moan mixed with my growl and I saw fucking stars with how tight she was. Her pussy spasmed on my cock and I swore. “Fuck, Reenie, Fuck.”

I began moving inside her, slowly at first, until she impatiently grabbed my hips and ground her pelvis against me. Again Reenie was a contradiction of begging and demanding, but I had no desire to stop and ponder which, so I obliged. Increasing my tempo, I pistoned into her, driving deep until she howled in pleasure. I fumbled to kiss the sound from her mouth as we drove into each other, our bodies meeting in a collision of pounding flesh.

We came within a minute of each other, my groan starting at the end of her cry of pleasure and we were left in a limp, panting pile of tangled limbs, until…

She shoved me back, frantically as if I was suffocating her. I moved back quickly, my cock slipping from inside her as I did. I sat upright, tucking myself away before extending my hand to help her up. She didn’t take my offered hand, but she didn’t swat it away either. And just like before, she couldn’t meet my gaze.

“Reenie.”

She swallowed hard, moving to grab her discarded shorts and panties.

“I’m…” She looked down as she stepped into her clothes. “We shouldn’t have done that.” Even though she wasn’t looking at me, her face wore a mask of guilt and embarrassment.

I pressed my lips, her taste still on them and nodded. “Okay.” Rising, I stepped back, hands raised. “I don’t regret it though.”

Her eyes shot to mine, hot anger flared, and then fizzled. “Well, I do. It was wrong.”

She shifted on her feet and nibbled on the corner of her mouth. As much as I hated that things had come to a screechinghalt, like an iceberg in a hot spring, I wasn’t mad. I had no right to be. That was the first rule of consent. And I believed wholeheartedly in it.

“Are you okay?” she asked, looking up at me, unsure. “I just… shoved you.”

“Yes, I’m fine.” I smiled to reassure her.

“You’re not mad?”

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