Page 35 of Splintered Security
She nods. “Please, Ren.” She rocks her hips, and it’s game on. I waste no time claiming her mouth. And I mean claim it. My tongue tangles with hers, spurred on by her whimpers.Anni meets me stroke for stroke, still rocking against my rock-hard dick.
I snake one hand down her back, over the globe of her ass, and cup her sex through her pajama bottoms. She moans into my mouth, her eyes go wide, and her lips pop open in an O.
When I trail a finger over her ass and back to her pussy, she shivers. She forgets about being subtle in how she moves against my cock. Her hot center is open in invitation, and my dick is dying to accept. I press into her at the juncture where we meet, my jeans-covered cock seeking out her hot pussy.
I watch in rapt fascination as she moves. Her face is flushed, her neck is extended. Her mouth is open in ecstasy. Her arms rest beside my pecs, and she rocks like a jockey bound and determined to win the Derby. I memorize her—the beauty, the strength, the color of her cheeks, and the pattern of her breaths. I stare shamelessly at the beauty hovering above me seeking her pleasure.
I lift her hips and slide down the bed until she straddles my chest. She’s wide open to me, and I can smell her desire.
“I want these off.” I tug at the fabric of her bottoms. “And I want you to talk to me, Anni. I won’t do anything you don’t want. But, right now, what I want is for you to sit on my face, and let me eat your sweet pussy until you come.”
Her blush is furious, but she lifts a knee, sliding her pajamas and panties off.
“Climb on baby. Come ride my face like you would my dick.”
She’s slow to straddle me, settling her wet core on the center of my chest, holding my gaze. Her expression is cautious.And she leans down to take my lips. She’s leading, but it’s not at all what I expect with the way her body was just seeking release.
“I’ve never done that.”
“Ride someone’s face?”
“Had anyone do… that.”
Fuck yes.
“Oh, well that changes things.”
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I stiffen and slink back, caving into myself. It’s not that I don’t want it. God, I so want it. I just thought he should know I don’t know how, exactly. I don’t want to smother him.
“Oh, no you don’t.” He pulls my arms away from my chest. “Don’t hide from me. Not ever, and sure as fuck not in our bed.”
Our bed?I jerk in surprise a bit, but my body softens at his words and his tone. This isn’t a man who wants to use me to get off. He’s trying to give me what I want and what I need, and I’m not an easy woman to do either for.
“Ren.” His name comes out on a whimper. I need release. I want him. Why can’t he just get that?
“What, Anni?”
“Please make me come.” I blush at the request, because this is not my thing. Hell, maybe it is, but I’ve never been with anyone who gave a shit about my pleasure. They got on, gotoff, and then got off… literally. My enjoyment has never factored in.
“You want my tongue, my fingers, or my cock?”
I want them all. “All, but I want your tongue first.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He sits up on an ab crunch, lifts my shirt from around my waist, and reaches around to remove my bra. His lips tease one nipple before moving to another, sucking and nipping. All the while his wide hands roam my back and ribs, lifting me into his mouth and all-around driving me wild with lust.
One hand snakes down my back and to the globe of my ass squeezing, pulling it open, and a lone finger teases my slit.
“Oh God.” I can’t stop the moan that escapes me. He’s everywhere. His mouth at my breast releases with a pop.
He leans me back between his hard thighs, my legs splayed around his narrow hips. I’m naked and laid out for him to see. And from the hunger in his eyes, he likes it.
