Page 55 of Feral Touch
The taste of him, the smell of him, was enough to bring a pulse of liquid heat throbbing between my legs. I felt overwhelmed, adrift, like I was on the verge of drowning and I knew the only thing saving me was Ren. Ren’s taste. Ren’s touch.
The kiss grew deeper, harder, fiercer. It felt like I couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t get deep enough. I wanted to crawl into the embrace of his strong arms and never come out.
His lips left mine, leaving me breathless. He continued down my neck, leaving a trail of small nips and bites. Not hard enough to leave a mark, just hard enough to make me whimper.
“Ren—” I gasped. I couldn’t stop the shifting and bucking of my hips, unconsciously trying to move closer to him, needing to feel him between my legs.
Ren placed two hands on my hips, gripping tight, calming my writhing and wriggling. The heat of his fingers nearly seared me to my very core.
When I was finally still and unmoving, he took the hem of my dress in his hands, giving me a questioning look. I nodded and let him pull it off me in one sweeping motion. I was left in my bra and panties. I didn’t feel exposed or self-conscious. I only felt eager, excited.
My turn.
I took hold of the first button on his shirt and pushed it through the hole slowly. I moved down to the second, then the third, trailing my fingers along each inch of smooth skin I revealed. I took my time, savoring it. The muscles in Ren’s chest rippled and flexed at my light touches.
I reached the last button. His shirt parted, toned abs on display. The line of hair leading from his navel to his belt buckle nearly made me whimper. I pushed Ren’s shirt off his shoulders, letting it flutter to the ground. I hesitated for a moment before reaching for his belt.
Ren took my hand in his before I could start undoing it. He pressed a kiss to each of my fingertips, then took my hand and led me to his bedroom. I was too nervous, too full of anticipation, to really examine the room, but it looked as homey and well-lived in as the rest of his apartment. A king size bed took up almost the entire space.
Ren gently laid me down on the mattress. I settled back into the pillows, my nerve endings tingling with anticipation. He slowly climbed on top of me, making sure to keep his weight on his hands to keep from crushing me. He reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra, removing it to bare my breasts to the cool air. His eyes burned into me as he gazed at them. The look in his eyes made my nipples peak up, flushing pink.
He lowered his head to suck one into his mouth, licking at the sensitive nub, nipping lightly with his teeth. I let out a surprised gasp as he switched sides and applied the same attention to the other.
When he had me moaning, he hooked his fingers under the elastic of my panties and tugged. I lifted my hips so he could draw them down my thighs, down my legs, until they were freed. He let them drop to the floor.
He knelt over me then, using his knees to spread my legs wide, looming over me. I tried to clamp my thighs shut reflexively, but he simply put his hands on my thighs and kept them spread open. He trailed his hands up and down my inner thigh, examining the most intimate part of me with a heated look. I blushed, starting to feel nervous now that I was bared to him completely.
Ren brought two fingers to the valley between my legs, exploring lightly, circling my entrance. I bit my lip to muffle a cry.
“Already so wet for me,” he breathed. The words should have made me feel self-conscious, but that hungry look in his eyes, turning almost dark and wild, made me shiver with delight. Then he plunged two fingers into me and my eyes squeezed shut. A stifled cry of pleasure finally left my lips.
“You want me, Ivy?” Ren asked, voice low and fierce. “You want this?”
“Y-yes,” I gasped, grinding my hips against his hand, wanting more. He thrust into me once me.
“You want me inside you?”
“Yes!” I opened my eyes in time to see his eyes flash with an almost wild look. All thoughts of shame left me. His fingers had me squirming and panting, had me trembling and shaking. “Please, Ren!” I couldn’t wait any longer.
He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, standing up for the few brief moments it took to kick them off. Then he was standing next to me, his thick length already hard and weeping at the tip.
I reached for him without thinking, wrapping my hand around him. He let out a hiss of pleasure, his cock throbbing and pushing in my hand. I stroked him, mesmerized by the silken skin covering his steel-hard length.
“S-stop,” Ren grunted. I pulled away sharply, worried I’d done something wrong. He climbed over me again and kissed me. “You’re too good at that.”
I flushed with pleasure and returned his kiss, acutely aware of his cock pressing into my hip. I hadn’t forgotten the ache inside me.
Neither had Ren.
He shifted his body until he was between my spread legs, until the tip was just barely grazing my entrance.
“Tell me.” His tone was deep and strained, as if he was holding onto his control with the barest of threads. “Tell me, Ivy.”
“I want you,” I breathed.
Ren took both my hands, twining my fingers with his. Then, with one forceful motion, he planted them beside my head, pressing them down into the mattress.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he murmured. He trailed his lips down my neck and squeezed my fingers. “I want to hear you say it.”
