Page 11 of Craving Paradise

She tilts her head and grins. The next thing I know, she’s pulling the black slip dress up and over her head, exposing her near-naked body. She lets the dress fall to the floor as she steps toward me.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Her voluptuous breasts bounce with each step toward me, creamy globes with dusty pink peaked nipples—a body designed for sin. She looks like she works out, down to a trim set of hips where the flimsiest bit of fabric covers the holy grail. Sensing my thoughts, she hooks her fingers in the edges of her underwear and pulls it off slowly before dropping it on the floor, exposing her bare pussy to me.

Fuck, my mouth salivates.

She continues walking toward me, and I’m mesmerized by each step.

How have I never chosen her before?

Ren walks up behind me, and I stretch my neck to keep my eyes on her. The next thing I know, she’s standing right above my head. She takes another step, and her pussy hovers over my face before she slides down on it.

Fuck, yes.

I suck in a deep breath before letting my tongue slide along her already wet folds. She’s intoxicating. My tongue slides back and forth against her—I can't get enough. I know I’m performing a Cirque de Soleil contortionist act while eating her pussy. I don’t care if I wake up in the morning with a crick in my neck. It will be worth it.

“Oh, yes,” Ren purrs as my tongue continues to run along the edge of her lips and across her slit before I tease and nibble on her clit. I’d happily drown between her thighs.

I’m a starving man.

All this pent-up tension I’ve had these past few weeks is releasing itself via my tongue in her pussy. Just as I’m working myself into the perfect rhythm, she steps away from my mouth, and I outwardly growl at her movement.

“Tut, tut, tut, Mr. Fox. I’m the one in charge tonight,” Ren states, wagging her long finger at me.

“You taste so good. I could feel how close you were.”

Ren smiles. “Don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for you to eat my pussy later. Now it is all about your relaxation.”

“I already feel relaxed.” I pout like a child. I want Ren’s pussy on my mouth, and I’m man enough to have a fucking tantrum over it.

“Mr. Fox, trust me. I have everything organized, and I promise you what I have in store in that room will make up for this moment being cut short,” Ren reassures me softly.

The look on her face she’s giving me is telling me to trust her.

“Okay, I trust you.”

My comment makes her break out with a wide smile. “Here, let’s dry you off and get ready for your massage.” She grabs one of the white towels hanging up on the side and holds it out for me.

I get out of the soapy water with my dick standing at attention and step out of the Jacuzzi onto the bathmat. I take the towel from Ren’s hands, and she tuts me. She then dries me off bit by bit, drying the suds off me as she methodically works her way all over my body. She even gives my dick a towel dry, which makes me groan and her giggle.

“There, perfect,” she says, standing up and placing the towel back on the hook. “Follow me.” She turns around and walks into the bedroom.

In the middle of the room is a massage table with two holes. What on earth is that for? She must notice my hesitation as I stare at the table.

“One is for your face, and one is for your dick,” Ren explains.

I turn and look over at her, my forehead crinkled in confusion.

“Trust me, you’re going to enjoy having your dick in that hole in about five minutes when a special surprise arrives,” Ren states, giving me a wink.

Special surprise?

I don’t know what she has planned for my dick, but I’m intrigued.

“First, lay face down … make sure your face and dick are comfortable.”

I do as I’m told and wiggle myself into position with my face staring down at the floor tiles and my dick hanging through the hole like a dangling banana. It’s a weird position to be in.

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