He cupped her jaw with his free hand, brushing the pad of his thumb over her lips. “Such a turn on, seeing all you have achieved for yourself. Now something you like about your body.”
“My eyes.”
“They are mesmerising, aren’t they?” Playfully, he ran the belt over her pussy, teasing her and loving how her body tensed in anticipation. “I love your tits,” and with a chuckle he added, “And that pretty cunt of yours.”
“Do you want to see?” Blushing, she dropped her gaze.
“I would love to.” He stepped back to allow her to undress, tauntingly lifting the hem of his own shirt. Her eyes on him were intoxicating, a real ego push he couldn’t get enough of. “The panties have to go too, kitten,” he demanded once the dress and bra were dropped to the floor.
Though she seemed a little embarrassed, she wiggled out of them. Happily, he dropped to his knees to help her out. He picked up her leg and gently kissed her ankle, eyes glued to her bare pussy. She was clearly wet, and as his gaze raked over her stomach to her chest—he swore his cock got harder.
“I have condoms,” she offered shyly.
“You do?”
“Yes, bought the ones you used before.”
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he hummed, skimming his lips over her leg. He knew she couldn’t feel it, but she clearly enjoyed watching him appreciate every inch of her body. “I still can’t believe how lucky I am to call you mine.”
Her breasts rose and fell with each heaving breath, her head softly shaking with a heartwarming smile on her lips. “You are everything I ever dreamed of.”
He hummed his approval, licking between her legs. He trailed a path from her entrance to her clit, sucking on the sensitive bundle. Her head rolled back, fingers roaming through his hair. “I better not wake up on that shitty couch and be taken from this dream.”
Eveline’s laugh trailed into a moan when he slipped two fingers inside of her. His free hand cupped her tit, gently rolling her nipple between his fingers and lovingly easing her to herorgasm. There was something so sensual and addicting about her moans that he couldn’t stop sucking until she fell over the edge. As she came down from her high, shivering and twitching with oversensitivity, he withdrew a condom from his wallet.
She was still recovering when he hauled her to the edge of the couch, his mouth around her nipple, sucking and licking her as he carefully claimed her pussy with his cock. When she pulled herself to sit up, she surprised the hell out of him by peering between her legs to watch.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he hummed, leaning back to give her a better view. She nodded, eyes dreamy as one hand held his shoulder tightly. He claimed her slowly, letting her watch as he slid in and out of her. “You take me so well, kitten.”
Her lips found his cheek, peppering kisses over his jaw on the way to his ear. “You feel so good. You make me feel safe and sound. Not one day goes by that I don’t think of you.”
Oh fuck.He gritted his teeth, letting out a long breath and carrying himself away from the edge.
“I trust you like I’ve never trusted anyone before. You let me explore a side of me I didn’t even know existed.”
“Kitten,” he hummed, warning her without the words.
“The way you talk to me, makes my heart jump. I love submitting to you and letting the weight of the world fall from my shoulders.” Her words were paired with soft pecks along the shell of his ear.
“Oh,fuck!” Try as he might, his cock jumped, spilling his release deep inside Eveline. His hands tingled and his toes curled, vision whiting out as he tugged her onto his chest.
Eveline
Still buried deep, Renley sat back on his heels and took her with him. Her nose nestled into the crook of his neck as she fought to catch her breath.
“Didn’t know I had a fucking praise kink,” he muttered.
“I didn’t know I liked being spanked,” she retorted with a laugh.
With a tight hug, he stood and carried her to the bathroom, making sure he didn’t slip out of her. Before he moved to dispose of the condom, he handed her damp cloths to clean up with. He didn’t allow her to move a muscle when he returned with their clothes, first helping her dress before attending to himself and carrying her back to the living room.
“You really want me to teach you?” she asked as he set her knitting box between them.
“Yes, please.”
Hoping that it would be less frustrating, they tried first with crochet. He did well, though he didn’t seem very pleased withhis work. They had some sort of reality show playing in the background, both more focused on the work in their hands.
“This is so soothing,” he mumbled, twirling the yarn around his fingers.
