Page 6 of The Renter
She turns, and we stare at each other. I think both of us are uncertain about the next move. Does she want something from me? Does she want to come in? Or for me to ask her out?
“I have to ask,” I say, my voice strained. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-five,” Dani says, with no indication of if that’s good or bad. I’m so used to my wife—ex-wife—saying her age like she was apologizing for it.
I extend my hand, and she walks up the stairs to grab it. Holding it, I guide her inside. I don’t have a plan, but here we go. We smile at each other as I close the door behind her, still holding her hand, which is radiating heat.
My dick swells, and I give in. I pull her face to mine and kiss her softly. She responds, her lips pressing against mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth.
Fuck.This is happening.
With her arms around my neck, Dani backs us farther into the house she’s so familiar with. Pulling me with her through thekitchen, our lips collide, and our tongues dance. It’s so fucking hot.
She stops with her back against the oak dining table, and we pause, staring at each other. It’s like she’s about to say something, but the words don’t come.
Instead, she slips her sundress off, revealing the black bikini and that incredible figure. Her porn star-level body looks like it belongs in a magazine—double Ds, flat abs, athletic thighs. I’m pretty sure it’s all natural.
“Dani, you’re so fucking hot,” I say, moving closer. I drag my index finger down her chest, tracing her stomach until I reach the top of her bikini bottoms. “Whatever you want me to do to you, I’ll do it,” I whisper, taking her earlobe into my mouth.
It’s been longer than I can remember since I’ve truly fucked, and this is an opportunity I can’t pass up.
She lifts herself onto the table with ease, like maybe she was a gymnast or something. Her whole body is so strong.
“I want you,” she says softly. She’s a mix of confidence and shyness, bold enough to come here but now a little hesitant.
“Before we go any further, how much have you had to drink today?” I ask, my tone firm.
“I’m a Wisconsin girl in her twenties. I’m fully consenting to whatever happens next.” I like this confident tone. I want her just as much, and I need to know she’s into this.
I’m hesitating. Why? This is something I never could’ve imagined happening, and it’s unfolding right in front of me. She’s saying yes. She’s saying yes to me.
Fuck it.
I wrap her legs around my waist and carry her to the white couch. Sitting down with her straddling me, I kiss her deeply. Her small frame fits perfectly, and I know she can feel how much I want her. I haven’t been this hard in a long time.
She pulls back slightly and whispers, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“I really need this.” She giggles. “It’s been a while.”
How?How could a girl who looks like this not be getting laid? I also consider we were both thinking about how much we need this intimacy.
I pull her brown hair in a light tug, exposing her neck, and kiss lightly down it. She gives me a soft moan. It’s sexy and experienced.
“Oh, do you like it a little rough?” I whisper in her ear, keeping the tension on her hair.
Dani keeps her eyes closed, running her tongue along her top teeth. Fuck, that sends heat straight to my cock, which is desperate to be freed. With her still wrapped around me, I lift her and press her against the wall near the bedroom door.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I say, staring into her big hazel eyes. She gives me a closed-mouth smile. I swear her face is challenging me to be the best she’s ever had.
Carrying her to the bed, I toss her down. She giggles in response again. I love it.
Her bikini has to go. Kissing right below her chest, I slowly lick my way to her right hip bone, causing her to squirm. Then I move my tongue to her left hip bone. She’s writhing beneath me.
“I’m so wet,” she pants.
Biting the waistband of her bikini bottoms, I lift her hips and pull them down to her ankles, revealing her bare pussy. Tossing the bottoms aside, I plant soft kisses on her upper thighs before trailing my tongue to her clit. Her body jolts, and she reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers. I lick slowly and delicately, building her up.
