Page 68 of Magic in My Bones

“Easy, love,” I soothed, gently stroking his cheek. “There's no need to rush. Take only as much as you're comfortable with.”

Ren pulled back, catching his breath. “Sorry,” he mumbled, a flush creeping up his neck that had nothing to do with the warm water cascading over us.

“Don't apologize,” I said softly. “You're doing wonderfully. Remember, this is about exploration and pleasure, not perfection.”

Ren nodded, a determined glint in his eye that made my heart swell. He returned to his task with renewed focus, this time moving more slowly, testing his limits.

“That's it,” I said, tipping my head back. “Use your tongue along the underside... yes, just like that.”

Ren's eager compliance sent a thrill through me. There was something intoxicating about guiding him, about watching him take my instructions and transform them into exquisite sensation.

“Now, try using your hand in tandem with your mouth,” I suggested, demonstrating the motion. “It'll help you control the depth.”

Ren followed my guidance, his hand wrapping around the base as his mouth worked the rest. The dual sensation was exquisite, drawing a low moan from my throat.

“Perfect,” I breathed, my fingers tightening slightly in his hair. “You're a quick study.”

Ren's eyes flickered up to meet mine, dark with desire and a hint of pride at the praise. The sight nearly undid me.

As Ren grew more confident, he began to experiment, alternating between long, slow strokes and quicker, more focused attention on the sensitive head. Each variation sent sparks of pleasure coursing through me.

“Ren,” I gasped, feeling the familiar tightening in my core. “I'm close. You don't have to—”

But Ren only redoubled his efforts. His gaze locked on mine with an intensity that took my breath away. The sight of him, so eager to please, combined with the wet heat of his mouth, pushed me over the edge.

I came with a strangled cry, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over me. Ren stayed with me through it all, swallowing what he could and letting the rest spill over his lips and down his chin.

As the last tremors subsided, I gently pulled Ren to his feet, steadying him as he rose. The sight of him flushed, breathless, and utterly beautiful sent a renewed surge of desire through me.

With reverent fingers, I tilted Ren's chin upward. My tongue darted out, tracing a slow, deliberate path along his jawline, savoring the mingled taste of my spilled seed and his skin. The intimacy of the act, the raw sensuality of it, made my heart race anew.

Ren's breath hitched, his dark eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and arousal. I could feel the rapid flutter of his pulse beneath my fingertips, a testament to the effect this simple act had on him.

“Dorian,” he breathed, my name a prayer on his lips.

I captured those lips with my own, deepening the kiss immediately. The taste of myself on Ren's tongue was intoxicating, a heady reminder of the pleasure we'd just shared. My hands found purchase on his hips, pulling him flush against me as the warm water continued to rain down upon us.

As our kiss deepened, I could feel Ren's arousal pressing insistently against my thigh. My hands roamed lower, cupping his firm backside and pulling him even closer. Ren gasped into my mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily.

I sank to my knees before him, mirroring his earlier position. The warm water cascaded over us both as I looked up at Ren, taking in the sight of him all flushed, panting, his eyes dark with desire.

“May I?” I asked, my hands resting on his thighs.

Ren nodded, a touch of vulnerability in his expression that made my heart ache with tenderness. I pressed a gentle kiss to his hip, then another to his inner thigh.

“Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.” My breath ghosted over his sensitive skin.

I gazed up at Ren, taking in the sight of his flushed skin and heaving chest beofreI ran my tongue along the crease where thigh met groin, savoring the taste of his skin. Ren's breath hitched as I nuzzled against his cock, inhaling deeply. The masculine scent of him sent a renewed surge of arousal through me.

Slowly, reverently, I took him into my mouth. The weight of him on my tongue was exquisite. I swirled my tongue around the head, relishing Ren's soft gasp of pleasure. My hands gripped his hips, steadying him as I took him deeper.

I looked up, meeting Ren's dark, heavy-lidded gaze. The trust and vulnerability I saw there made my chest tighten with emotion. I redoubled my efforts, determined to bring him earth-shattering pleasure.

I could feel him trembling under my hands as I explored him with my lips and tongue, fighting to keep his hips still. I pulled back slightly.

“It's alright, love,” I murmured, my lips brushing against the sensitive head of his cock. “You can move. I want you to.”

Ren's eyes widened, a mix of desire and uncertainty flashing across his features. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice husky.

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