“Damn.” Renn moved forward against me and my calves hit the bed. I sat down and gazed up at him, standing between my legs. He looked at me like a kid in a candy store, overwhelmed with options, emboldening me to reach for my top and pull it over my head, giving my hair what I hoped was a sexy toss as I threw my shirt to the floor.
Renn hesitated less than a second before leaning over me, pushing my back against the mattress as he palmed the silky black bra I had just revealed. He shifted us so we were both lying on the bed, and I felt the whole magnificent weight of him as he laid his body on top of mine and ground his erection against me.
“I want you so much,” he said, rising on his hands and knees before working his way down my face and neck with his mouth. He didn’t just kiss me, he devoured me, licking and sucking and tasting with abandon as he groaned into my body. He pulled my bra straps down to reveal my breasts, pushing them together so he could tongue both nipples in tandem. A shot of pleasure went straight down my spine as he grazed his teeth along the peaks. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
As he continued his exploration further south, I waited to feel embarrassed at the slight jiggle in my midsection that no amount of running or dieting had been able to eliminate. But it never came. I only felt Renn worshiping my skin and stomach, eliciting a giggle from me as he swirled his tongue in and out of my belly button.
I grasped Renn’s tee on his shoulder and tugged. He looked up at me briefly to confirm before pulling it off, and then went back to hungrily kissing my breasts, unhooking my bra to free them entirely.
From my vantage point, I could see the sinewy lines of his back, noting that the tattoos on his arm extended over one shoulder. His biceps strained as he braced himself on either side of me. I reached down to run my hands through his hair, tugging out the rubber band, arching my back as the ensuing waves tickled against my skin.
He looked up, resting his chin on my hipbone as he asked, “Can I take your shorts off?”
The mild twinge of panic in my gut gave me my answer. “Maybe…um…not just yet.”
Renn smiled and nodded, nosing my belly before kissing his way back up until he was hovering above me, face-to-face. “What do you want? I just want to make you feel good.”
What did I want?I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard that question in bed before. I wasn’t even sure I had been exposed to the whole scope of menu options. But as I gazed at Renn above me, nothing but honesty and love shining in his face, I knew one thing I very much wanted.
“I’d like to…” I stammered.
“To…?”
“Um…I want to…” I started blushing.
Renn leaned back on his haunches then, staring down at me and putting the full expanse of his muscular chest on display, before asking playfully, “Sadie, what can I do for you?”
My face burned as I answered, “I want to see you.”
The glimmer in Renn’s eyes turned to lava. He understood what I was asking for instantly and moved to stand up. I lifted myself, leaning back on my elbows to watch as he reached down to take off first one sock and then the other. I bit my bottom lip when he cupped himself over his jeans before undoing the button and lowering the zipper. The fit was loose enough to spare him any unsexy tugging. He simply let his pants fall to the floor and stepped out, kicking them away as he stood next to the bed in nothing but a pair of dark gray boxer briefs.
“At least you didn’t come in your pants,” I teased, noticing the dark wet spot of his precum through the fabric.
He smirked at me unabashedly as he put his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off.
The sensual spell broke in an instant.
“Jesus Christ!”
“What?”
I looked at Renn’s cock, thickening even more under my gaze.
“You know what!” I accused.
I waved my wrist in a circle, indicating his general groin area. “You’re so sweet and cuddly and puppies and rainbows and shit. And then you go and have a porn-star-sized package down there.”
Renn chuckled and shrugged, like somehow he was oblivious to the fact that he had a big old pickle dick. “What were you expecting?”
“I don’t know. Not like a pencil or anything, but just, like, a nice dick. Not a tree trunk. What the hell do you eat, anyway?”
“I’m pretty sure cock size has exactly zero to do with cheeseburger consumption.”
“If you say so, but whatever you do, just know that if I’m gonna take that anaconda, you’d better be planning on lots of foreplay.”
Renn’s gaze turned hot again. “I can definitely be down with that.”
Our interlude for levity was over as quickly as it had begun, but it had been exactly what I needed to bring me back from the edge. I reached out to touch Renn and the weight of him in my hand didn’t seem like too much at all. His cock was pale with a thick vein along the underside, curved slightly upward, sticking out from a dark bush of hair he’d taken the time to manscape. He was uncut, the purple head pushing out prominently above the foreskin.
