Page 17 of Safe and Sound

Estella

Ren has most of my weight, but I don’t want him to have to do it all. Still, my stamina is shit and I can feel his cock nudging against me.

He pushes me up against the glass and starts to back away from me but the glass is just as slippery as I am and I slide. One quick jerk and both of us gasp as my sex opens up and takes Ren in. When the bulbous tip of his head pushes inside of me I start panicking.

“Oh God, Ren! It’s…! You’re inside of me!”

Warmth floods me. I look at his face and find the truth to what I was wondering. He just came.

“Ren! You did not just cum in me, did you? I’m not on anything, Ren! You…”

My rant is cut short when more of him is pushed inside. The tight fit, the squeeze of having no room where once there was some, has me at a loss for words. Is he…is he even trying to stop this now?

“Say something. Please.”

“Fuck, baby. You feel too good. You’re too damned tight. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you. First, we got to back off a little.”

“A little! A little!” There is nothing little about what is inside of me.

“Stella,” his voice with that whip of authority in it has me jerking and sliding down even more of him. He groans. “You got to loosen up, baby.”

“Loosen…how?”

How the hell does he think I’m going to ‘loosen’ up when it feels like he’s going to split me in two?

“Fuck! I can feel the head of my cock bumping up against your hymen, Stella. Fuck! It would be so easy to just take you. It would be so fucking easy to do what I’ve wanted to do since you become legal, god damn it!”

“Ren, please.”

He growls as he takes my hips and pops me off him, my legs drop and I stumble as I try to find my feet, my legs no better than cooked noodles. I don’t stop once he lets me go. Instead, I sink all the way down to the shower floor and question why I feel so fucking empty now that I don’t have him inside of me. Why do I feel like I had something special in my reach and it got yanked away from me?

Movement finally catches my attention, and I look up as Ren’s cock spits cum at me. It lands on my face, my cheeks andlips, and across my breasts and down even further to drip down my belly and bare mound.

“Fuck!” It comes out as a shout from him as more comes out.

It takes me a moment to really register that I have Ren’s cum on me. I sneak my tongue out and taste the salty flavor and feel the warmth that coats me, warmer than the water pooling up under me from the shower. He opens his eyes and grunts as one more spurt hits me. Then he steps back and the water starts washing away the thick cream.

“Fuck,” this one isn’t a growl as he bends down beside me. “I’m fucking sorry, Stella. Shit. I shouldn’t have. I should have had more control over all of this.”

My eyes start to sting as his words hit me like a cold deluge. He regrets what just happened between us. Regrets…marking me or almost taking my virginity? Either one is soul-crushing considering how invested I was. I shiver and blink as the water washes every trace of what happened between us away. No evidence of his…slip of control. And still, all I feel is this stupid hollow, emptiness inside. He takes me by the hands and brings me to my feet in front of him.

“Turn around. Let me clean you up, sweetheart.”

I turn around but not because he told me to. I turn because it helps hide the fact I’m about to cry and I don’t really understand why, damn it. By the time he starts massaging the shampoo into my scalp, I’ve at least tapped the feeling down enough that I can enjoy the new sensation of someone washing my hair for me.

It doesn’t take him long to have me lathered and rinsed. I shy away from him rubbing my body and he doesn’t push. I don’t think I can control myself if he were to try to touch me again, especially not if he’s going to regret it immediately afterward. By the time I step out and grab a big fluffy towel to wrap myself in, he's washing himself.

“Go ahead and get dressed if you want. I’ll only be a minute more.”

I give him a nod but don’t turn around. He is naked after all. Naked and wet. I tuck the ends of my towel in and take off. I’m dressed and downstairs looking down on the city when he finally comes down the stairs.

“Sit.” He holds one of the stools under the island out for me. “Let me feed you.”

I cautiously walk over and let him help me up on the stool before he turns around and starts pulling stuff from the fridge. I can’t help but drop my eyes to his ass as he bends over in jeans that hug his ass like a lover’s hand. If we were lovers, I wouldn’t be sitting on this stool. I’d have my hands on his ass.

“So, tell me, what do you want to do?”

“What?” Dear God, did I say something out loud or can the man read my mind?

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