Page 19 of The Renter
He carries me to the bed, gently placing me down.
“Just so you know, you’re exactly my type,” he whispers before kissing me passionately, his tongue sliding across mine, making me instantly wet.
“Because I’m twenty-five?” I tease.
He laughs, shaking his head. Rubbing my clit over my nude thong, he says, “I love short girls …” His lips meet mine again. “I love your curves.” I feel his finger enter me, slowly pulsing. “I love strong girls,” he says, kissing my stomach as he picks up the pace with his finger, rubbing my clit with his thumb.
I moan in response to his words.
“Your body is what they write songs about and what wars are started over,” he whispers.
I let out a mock chuckle, then feel like an ass as another moan escapes me.
“It’s corny. But it’s true.”
I’m already on the edge. “I need you,” I whine, undoing my strapless bra.
He smiles and kisses me hard, pushing me back onto the bed. “Not yet. You have the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen, too.” He slowly pulls off my thong and spreads my legs.
I smile, feeling like I might melt into the bed. He’s so genuinely nice and affectionate—and in tune with my needs.
“I need you,” I say, grabbing at his waist to pull him into me.
“Are you in a rush?” he asks, and I shake my head. “I want to make you come once and then again before I even think about giving you this,” he says, glancing down at his bulge.
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She is exactly what I picture when I think of my type—physically, at least. That’s the idea behind our fuck-buddy relationship: it’s supposed to be physical. But right now, it’s more. I fall for her a little more every time I’m with her.
I slowly make my way down to her perfect little pussy, nibbling, licking, and kissing along the way. I haven’t wanted to have sex like this in years. I haven’thadsex like this since before things became boring. Pushing thoughts of my ex-wife out of my mind, I refocus on the woman begging for me.
I give her clit one slow lick and then pause.
“Adam!” she cries.
“We’re taking it slow,” I remind her.
She sighs as I lick her, savoring every inch around and inside. I want to know what makes her react and what makes her vocal. Dani’s noises are so sexy, and I want to keep hearing those little moans and pants until I bring her to a loud release.
“I’m enjoying this exploration.” I slide a finger inside her, making slow circles while licking and sucking. I can feel her getting close. I’ve learned she tenses her ass when she’s almost there. Giving her cheek a pat, she unclenches.
“Good girl,” I encourage. “We’re building.” I can feel her walls tightening, so I stop.
“Adam!” she yells in frustration. “Stop teasing me!”
I smile.That’s exactly what I’m doing, Little One.Wait—she hates that nickname.
“Peanut,” I sigh. “That’s your new pet name. Live with it.”
“No!” she giggles, but it’s mixed with a moan. I see her hand inching down, but I move it away.
“No, I’m the only one touching you.” I raise her arms above her head, which pushes her chest out. What a fucking sight. I need her to be mine.
“Ask nicely, and I’ll get back to work,” I whisper, deliberately breathing in her ear. “And keep your hands above your fucking head.”
“Please,” she begs. “Make me come.”
“Is that the nicest way you can ask?”
