Page 63 of Renegade

She smiled and shook her head. “Sober as a judge, officer. What about you?”

“Well, I had two beers, so I’d say that I’m good.”

She sat up on her knees and rested her hands against my chest. I quickly worked my jeans down off of my hips, thankful that I’d taken my shoes off after dinner, all while Lauren placed soft kisses down my jaw and neck.

It was like a race to get my clothes off. I was so afraid that she was going to change her mind if I wasted another minute. I reached behind my head and pulled my shirt off, leaving the two of us in just our underwear.

As if reading my mind, she rocked back on her heels and I could see that her sexy little hipster panties were soaked already. The material clung to her skin, perfectly framing the lips of her pussy for me.

She slid them off with a wink and I followed suit, while she stared wide-eyed at my erection.

“He won’t bite, Darlin’.”

She nodded, but continued staring. I leaned down and let my teeth graze her jaw before pulling her mouth back to mine. Four years later and she was still the only woman who kept me mesmerized by her mouth.

Lauren’s hand reached around the back of my neck, pinning me in place, while the other rested against the side of my head. Her moans grew louder as my mouth moved down past her collar bone and latched onto her nipple. I cupped her and confidently decided that she was indeed a D before nipping her with my teeth.

She shuddered and raked her nails down the side of my head as her skin broke into goosebumps. I grinned at her reaction and alternated between licking and sucking until she tossed her head back in ecstasy.

Thank you very much.

The tingle in my spine warned me that taking my time wasn’t going to be an option for much longer. She’d had me in a perpetual state of arousal and I was on a strict three-hour masturbatory schedule.

I flipped her onto her belly and pulled her hips back toward me. I’d had enough sex by this point to have a pattern. I preferred doggy style, but I’d let the chick be on top from time to time depending on my mood. I never did missionary; it was too personal.

Lauren kept reaching back for me, but I moved out of her reach and grabbed a condom from the nightstand, taking my time to ensure I was completely prepared.

“Mike?”

I rubbed her lower back once her hips were in position. “Shhhh…just relax.”

She nodded and put her face down against the comforter. This moment had been four years in the making. We’d encountered a lot of obstacles and resistance, but I was about to make that pussy mine and then send her on her merry way.

Speaking of resistance…

I froze.Holy fuck.

“Lauren?”

She picked her head up and reluctantly turned to face me. I could see the crimson on her cheeks thanks to the moonlight streaming in. “I was going to tell you…”

“You’re a virgin?”

She nodded and bit down on her lip.

I’d done a lot of things…a virgin was not one of them though. I was suddenly having second thoughts about the whole thing.

I began pulling out, but she reached back and rested her hand against the hairs on my thigh. “Please don’t stop. I want this.”

She turned back around and placed her face against the comforter again, completely submissive, but it felt wrong. She deserved for her first time to be special—I wasn’t a complete animal.

I gently rolled her onto her back and knelt down between her legs, sliding a finger through her wetness. Her moans let me know that I’d gotten off to the right start.

God, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done this—I was pretty much popping my own cherry again. I stroked her again, moving my finger in a figure eight pattern, praying that I was hitting a pleasure point. Her moans disappeared and I was left with the sound of soft breathing.

Okay, step two.

I brought my face down and licked along her slit, like an inexperienced teen. The moaning returned and I began lapping at her clit like a kid would a water hose on a hot summer day. I soon realized why I never did this; my fucking tongue was cramping up, and I was probably giving myself TMJ.

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