Page 12 of The Renter
That perfect smile spreads across her face as she raises her arms. She’s so naughty. I make my way back between her legs and go all in, determined to spoil her. It doesn’t take long before her breathing changes.
“It’s okay, baby. Come for me.” I pause, then reinsert my fingers, pounding in and out while eating her. I feel her pussy clench before a loud moan escapes her.
Then she drags out a “Fuck,” her body shaking with a powerful orgasm, throbbing around my fingers. I lie beside her in silence afterward, holding her close as we bask in her euphoria.
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That was the best orgasm of my life.I consider sharing that detail with Adam but decide not to.
Tracing the top of his briefs with my finger, I watch him, trying to read his mind and figure out what he wants next. Throwing a leg over him, I climb back on top and start to grind. I lean back, balancing myself by holding onto his shins.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his hand moving to my breast as he arches his back, pressing his hard dick closer to me.
I lean forward, reaching for his erection, eager to put it inside me.
“Stop,” he says, gripping my arms gently. “There’s nothing I want more than to feel all of you right now. But I think we should be smart. Let me grab a condom.”
He already has condoms?So he really liked last night too. I smirk. Adam leaves the room for a moment, and when he returns, he runs his hand up my leg before tossing his clothes aside. Biting the foil open, he slides the condom on and kisses me hard as he positions himself between my legs.His abs are so defined right now.He’s so fucking hot.
“How bad do you want me inside you?”
“I need it,” I whine.
Lying on my back, I look up at him as his eyes slowly close while he enters me. It turns me on to watch him. He’s into this—everything about his face and the way he touches me tells me that.
Adam’s so big.I sharply inhale and remind myself to relax as he slowly stretches me, going as deep as he can.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He pauses. “I thought about this pussy all morning.”
He thrusts slow and deep while he talks, and I feel every inch of him as he starts fucking me harder. The rhythm of our bodies colliding fills the room, and I lose myself in the sensation, giving in to the pleasure as he fills me.
Staring into his eyes, I reach for his hand, gently wrapping it around my neck. His eyes roll back as he places his hand there, not squeezing. “Faster,” I beg. “More,” I moan, and he barely squeezes my neck as he rails me.
“I love … how … tight … you are,” he pants. “Dani, I’m not going to be able to hold on.”
He explodes, moaning my name as I feel him pulse inside me. He collapses, and we lie there for a few minutes in silence.
I could spend the rest of the day doing this over and over. It’s so fucking good. He rolls to my side and pulls me close.
“What band is this?” I ask, breaking the silence. Whatever’s been playing in the background is amazing.
“Seriously?” He laughs. “You don’t know what band this is?”
I shake my head and roll over to meet his eyes.
“This is my favorite band. Audioslave.”
“Oh, cool,” I say, wondering if I ruined the moment, so I change the subject quickly. “Want to grab a coffee? The Drip is a few minutes’ walk from here,” I say and kiss him. He nods.
Nearly skipping into the bathroom, I smile, thinking about how fun that was. Staring at myself in the mirror while washing my hands, I smirk.I’m a sex goddess, I think, as Adam opens thedoor and steps in, standing behind me. We’re still totally naked. He moves my hair to the side and kisses slowly from my ear to my shoulder. His hands gently hold my hips, and I can feel him getting hard again. I watch him in the mirror as he moves his hand between my legs. He rubs my clit gently, and my body shudders at his touch.
“Adam,” I breathe, and he picks up the pace of the circles he’s making, making me wet all over again. “I need coffee,” I say with a mixed groan of pleasure and caffeine addiction.
He laughs into my neck, giving me one last kiss on the cheek. As I get dressed, I realize I should probably wear a shirt to the coffee shop—my sports bra would be a little aggressive.
“Can I borrow a shirt? Something other than black,” I tease. “We don’t need to totally match.”
He goes upstairs and returns with two options: a green V-neck T-shirt and a white T-shirt. I pick the V-neck and tie a knot in the back to make it a bit more flattering.
