I wrap my legs around his waist, and his dick begins to harden. Fuck, he’s so long and thick. My hips move of their own free will, rocking against his shaft. A groan echoes through the space, and I realize it came from me.
“You’re so goddamn hot,” Reno murmurs before latching his mouth onto the side of my neck. I let out more tiny noises of encouragement as his tongue begins to swirl against my flesh.
“You’re making me wetter than this water,” I tell him, when he wraps his hand around the ponytail braid fastened high on the crown of my head and tugs it to the side to give himself better access. He works his way up my neck and to my ear. He knows that’s my trigger point, and he takes full advantage, nipping and sucking on my lobe.
“And you’re making me harder than the stone around us,” he mutters in my ear.
I roll my hips against his firm erection. “I can feel that.”
Reno releases my hair and grasps my ass in both hands, lifting me a little. “Need to suck on these perfect tits.” His lips surround one nipple, and he suckles, lapping at the peak with his plush tongue. He feasts on me, first one breast and then the other until my nipples could cut glass.
In this position, the head of his cock rests right at my entrance, and I swirl my lower body, rimming his dick with my pussy.
“Fuck, dream girl. You feel like heaven,” he moans, urging my hips back and forth over the very end of him. “Can you get off like this?”
“I could get off from the sound of your voice,” I inform him, holding onto his shoulders as he slides through my slit. “Need you to kiss me.”
Reno cups the back of my head to pull me down toward him, and when he does, my body shifts. I’m so freaking slick between my legs, the head of his cock slides in easily.
We both freeze, our eyes meeting in the soft light. “Don’t move,” he orders, his voice going raspy as a shudder courses through his body. “Don’t fucking move or…” He crashes his lips to mine, his mouth welcoming my tongue inside.
As we kiss, our bodies begin to move in tandem as we playjust the tip. God I want to slide down the enormous cock between my legs, but we keep things shallow, even as our kiss deepens. I can feel myself dripping all over his head as it stimulates my opening.
When Reno rips his mouth from mine, his breathing is heavy and his eyes practically feral. “I’ve never fucked anyone raw, and I’ve never wanted to, but god help me, Juliette. I want to bury myself so deep in your hot cunt I’ll need a map to find my way back out.”
“I’m clean,” I blurt out, my needy pussy apparently finding a direct line to my vocal cords and taking charge. I don’t just want him inside me. It’s a visceralneed.
“I am too,” he assures me.
“And I’m on birth control,” I tell him, giving him the final permission he needs. And he takes it, bucking his hips upward until he’s balls deep inside me. Bare.
It. Is. Indescribable.
“Goddammit,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.”
“Me too,” I admit, my voice going breathy.
Reno cups the sides of my neck with both hands, his thumbs resting on my jaw. “Go. Slow. Please, baby. Or you’ll pull my trigger way too soon.”
I nod and give a tentative swivel of my hips, pulling a moan from both of us.
“You’re so deep.”
“I know, baby,” he croons before closing his mouth over mine again. The kiss is exceptionally sweet, our tongues moving slowly in a rhythm that matches the slide of his erection in and out of me.
I’m so full of him, filled in a way I’ve never felt before. My tight walls grip him, attempting to hold his dick hostage when I pull out to the tip and then glide all the way back down without an ounce of hurry. I do it again and again, tilting my hips at the perfect angle to ride my G-spot against his crown.
As my orgasm approaches, I lose my breath and pull my mouth from his to gulp in a lungful of air. But his green eyes boring into mine is too damn much, too damn intimate, and I drop my face to his shoulder. Reno doesn’t seem to mind, wrapping his arms around my back and binding our bodies together.
“I like having you close like this,” he murmurs into my hair before burying his face in the side of my neck.
I like that too. Probably a little too much.
We hold each other, our bodies taking on a deep grinding movement as we both near our completion. There are no more words, only soft moans and heavy breaths.
And yet we both know when the time is right, our releases coming simultaneously. I bite into his shoulder at the intensity of the orgasm, and when I feel him pulsing and spilling himself inside me, I cry out, “I don’t want you to leave on Sunday.”
It’s one of the most vulnerable things I could have said to him, but I couldn’t help it. It was the bald, unfiltered truth.
