Page 36 of Feral Touch
I trailed my fingers along the side of his neck, across strong shoulders and down muscled arms. His t-shirt was in the way. I tugged at the hem, making Ren paused his exploration to straighten his back and rise up on his knees to loom over me. He practically tore off his shirt in one hurried motion.
My breath caught in my throat as I took in that muscled chest, those toned abs, that perfect skin. My friends were right. He was irresistible.
He towered over me for several long moments, letting me drink in the sight of him. My breathing sped up at the shifting and flexing of muscles under skin.
I noticed the bulge at the front of his jeans and swallowed hard. I could see the thick outline of a hard length through his pants. I wanted to reach out and touch it, touchhim, but I didn’t think I could. Why did Ren always bring that shyness out of me? Like he was larger than life, like I was a tiny mouse dangling from a cat’s paw. He had more power over me than any other person I’d known.
I risked glancing up. The look in his eyes was powerful and intense. It nearly burned me to the core.
“God, Ivy, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He was nearly breathless with need. I was shocked at the passion in his voice. He captured my lips in a devastating kiss and I couldn’t think anymore.
With one swift motion he pressed me back against the sofa cushions, crawling between my thighs and spreading them open. I was just as eager and wrapped my arms around his neck, tightening my legs around his hips. I leaned back against the armrest, letting his body come to rest over mine.I could feel him against me, hard and thick against the thin cotton of my panties. Our hips were grinding together, the friction driving the both of us crazy.
He ravaged my mouth, fierce and desperate. Our lips worked together, our tongues battling, hungry. I blushed at the wanton moan that escaped my lips. My fingers dug into his bare back, clawing at the skin. Our bodies couldn’t have been coiled more tightly together. I was overwhelmed by his mouth, his lips, his tongue.
Ren inched his way up my thighs until the tips of his fingers met the elastic of my panties.A fiery ache ignited between my legs. He stopped, going no further. In one bold move, before I could think about it, I took one of his hands and placed it between my legs, palm pressing against my most sensitive spot. I let out a whimper as he pressed down, feeling wetness beginning to flow out of me.
He hooked his fingers around the elastic of my panties, a question in his eyes. I nodded, breathless. He slowly pulled them off, exposing me. I flushed and clenched my legs together, but he slipped back between my thighs and used strong hands to spread me open.
He found me wet and wanting as I held my breath. He pressed a thumb down on that one perfect spot and I flailed, whimpering, hips bucking and fingers clenching. My writhing got more intense, my legs clamping down around his hips, grinding against him, wanton in my need. I whimpered and squeezed my eyes shut. I could barely breathe.
He found my heated core, middle finger sliding between the slippery valley between my thighs. I thumped my head back on the armrest, unable to hold my head up.
With one earth-shattering motion he thrust inside, parting my inner walls easily with two fingers. I wailed, the slow drag of it driving me crazy. He slid inside again and again, pulling out then pushing in, slow and teasing. He explored me thoroughly until I was squirming and bucking underneath him.
I opened my legs wider, wanting more.I couldn’t speak, only capable of sharp squeaks and high pitched shrieks. I didn’t think I could take much more teasing. I fisted his hair tight between my fingers, tugging at the strands with every buck of my hips.
He thrusted harder and harder, finger-fucking me at an unrelenting pace. The thought of him fucking me with something else, something harder and thicker, sent me over the edge.
My back arched off the sofa, hips surging, forcing his fingers deeper inside as the pleasure broke through and utterly destroyed me. I cried out, shuddering.
He pulled me to him with his other hand, holding me close as my body shook with pleasure, quaking with aftershocks as I struggled to breathe. I clutched his shoulders, gripping tight as I panted and gasped. He ran one hand through my hair, threading his fingers through the strands. I opened my eyes. I wanted to see him.
His eyes were still full of fire, still blazing hot. I became acutely aware of the hard length against my leg.
I reached down and pressed my hand against the bulge. Ren hissed and closed his eyes. I felt around for the button of his jeans. His eyes flew open.
“Ivy…” His voice was strained. I loved the way he said my name, heated and thick with unrestrained desire. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” My voice came out breathless but firm.
Ren groaned. He took my hand and guided me to his zipper, pulling it down. A thick, hard length fell into my hands. I gently wrapped my fingers around it.
Ren’s eyes fluttered closed again. I brought my other hand up to his cheek, waiting for him to look at me. When he finally did, I locked eyes with him and gave one firm stroke up and down.
He choked back a groan and fell forward, pressing his lips into my hair. He throbbed and grew harder in my hands.
I almost couldn’t believe it was happening, but he felt too real to just be a dream. I explored him carefully with my fingers, gripping the base of his cock with one hand and circling my thumb along the head with the other. A low growl escaped his throat. I began applying firm strokes, making sure to keep a steady rhythm. His breath grew ragged. Droplets of sticky wetness coated my thumb. I danced my fingers along his shaft, playing with him the way he had played with me.
His lips suddenly captured mine, prying my mouth open with his tongue. The kiss was no longer chaste or soft. It was forceful, full of hunger and need.
I increased my speed, matching the intensity of his kiss, adding more pressure. Ren let out a choked cry, his body tensing up, and then my hands were coated with warm, thick liquid flowing from his shaft and dripping over my fingers.
I continued to work him through it, not stopping my strokes until he made a pained hissing sound. I stopped with my hand still on him, not wanting to let go.
He panted heavily, exhaling warm puffs of air into my mouth, not wanting to part from my lips.
“Was that—?” I started to ask, then fell silent, not wanting to sound insecure.
