Page 26 of Waiting Game

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close.

There was something menacing in his voice, something that sounded almost like a warning. But I was too far gone, I was too deep into the nostalgia of his body against mine. Before, I had wanted nothing more than to escape him, and the dangerous man I knew that he would become.

But now, I wanted him.

I needed him more than anything else.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the wedding.

Maybe it was the shock of seeing him again.

For the first time, I didn’t try to analyse. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking softly and writhing beneath him as he made me wait.

Ren lowered himself onto me, brushing a stray curl back from my face before he pushed inside me completely. A moan escaped my lips, and my head tilted back and my body arched as he did it again, and again, and again.

He placed a hand under my ass, lifting me slightly and hitting a whole different angle that made me squeal. This was the first time that I had been with Ren where I didn’t have to be quiet.

We didn’t have to be gentle, or silent, or worry that somebody would walk in.

And I knew that he was enjoying this freedom too, his moans and growls matching mine.

He pulled away from me, flipping me over onto my stomach, then grabbed my hips and raised them up so my ass was in the air and my face buried in the pillow.

His fingers trailed up my spine slowly, up towards my shoulders and then back down again.

Then, just when I thought that I couldn’t take the teasing any more, he slammed into me, hard and deep. I let out another squeal, muffling my sounds by biting into the pillow that smelled just like him.

My legs quivered and shook as he picked up the pace, his fingernails digging deep into my waist.

“Fuck, Val,” he groaned, leaning over and mumbling into my ear, “your pussy feels even better than I remembered.”

“Mmm?” was all I could manage.

“You don’t know how fucking often I thought about this. Having you bent over my bed is like a dream come true.”

He reached around, his fingers rubbing against my clit as he continued to move inside of me. I stretched forward, fingers curling around the headboard and holding on as my body shook beneath his.

“Oh my god, Ren,” I gasped.

He chuckled against my ear, and it was a dark sound that only added to the feelings happening inside my stomach. I panted, gasping and moaning and he slammed against me. I pulled the pillow closer, biting down as I came, shaking and groaning against it.

Leaning over me, he tucked my hair behind an ear and pressed his lips against it.

“You can’t tell me that anyone else has ever made you feel like this,” he purred, pulling me upright.

He was right.

Leaning back against the mattress, he sat on the bed and pulled me up onto his lap and I lowered myself onto him with a satisfied sigh.

His fingers dug into my hips, rocking them backwards and forwards on his cock as his mouth and tongue explored my breasts.

“God, I’ve missed fucking you,” he breathed against my chest.

His hand reached up, cupping my cheeks and pulling me close, kissing me softly as our tempo slowed. Ren didn’t need to pound hard and fast to make me feel something, and even with only the slow grinding, I could feel my legs start to quiver again.

I could feel his breathing start to get more shaky too.

“Let go,” he whispered against me, “come for me.”

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