I’d never been with an uncut dude before, but I knew he’d be especially sensitive, a point proven when I gave him a few exploratory strokes, pulling the skin up over the head. When I did that, it looked a bit like the Sarlacc pit monster fromStar Wars, but somehow still incredibly sexy. I was having some sort of surreal, out-of-body experience as I watched my hand slide along his foreskin, bringing the folds of it to the top, and I was continuing to float as I leaned forward without thinking to dip my tongue against the sensitive tip.
Renn pulled back immediately. “Fuuuuuuuuck, Sadie,” he groaned. “This’ll be over in five seconds if you do that.”
I winked at him. “Remember what I said about round two…or three?”
“Come here,” he growled, pulling me up to stand in front of him and pressing our bodies together as he delivered a demanding kiss. He reached his hands down to grab two very full handfuls of my ass. There was something so delightfully naughty about pushing my core against him while he was naked and I still had on my shorts.
Renn pulled one hand off my backside and brought it around to the front of me. “I don’t have to take them off, but can I touch you? Please?”
I answered him by reaching my own hands down and unbuttoning my shorts, stepping away from him as I slid them languidly down my legs, leaving me in only a pair of tiny black panties. I stuck my fingers in the sides of them and energy coursed through me as I asked, “Do you want me to take these off, too?”
He shot his fingers through his hair before closing and opening his eyes. His chest heaved as he studied me from my toes to the top of my head. “You have no idea how much I want that.”
I bent down to slide them off, revealing myself to Renn—and by revealing I meanteverything, because I had gotten an extremely expensive Brazilian a few days prior—for the first time completely and utterly fine in my nakedness. He was looking at me with such unconcealed adoration. There was no need for any false bravado.
“I want you,” I said.
That was all it took. He scooped me up and practically threw me on the bed, laying his body alongside mine. I touched him everywhere I could reach, from his neck to his spine to the squishy round globes of his perfect butt. He ran a hand down my side and trailed it past my belly button. He looked at me and I gave the slightest of nods. The next moment, his fingers ghosted along the inside of my thighs, up to my very center, before moving further to invade my folds.
He went in with two fingers, kissing my neck and declaring, “You’re so wet.”
He wasn’t kidding. I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on. And as Renn continued to use his fingers on me, scissoring and twisting them, no doubt getting me prepared for his monster cock, I’d never felt so taken care of in my life.
I was already squirming and ready to be filled when his thumb grazed along my clit, rubbing slow circles. In the back of my mind, I’d been wondering how he might be in bed since he was so young and hadn’t had a ton of experience. But based on the way he was moving his fingers inside me, along with the attention he paid to my clit, I could tell he had a respectable understanding of a woman’s body.
“This okay?” he asked, circling his thumb with more pressure. “Harder? Faster?”
I didn’t think I’d ever legitimately been asked for sex directions. My general belief was that men asked things like that just so women could affirm how phenomenal their skills were. But I knew that wasn’t Renn. “Um…it would actually be better if you moved more up and down, not circles.”
Renn kissed me on the mouth, and his fingers made the turn I’d indicated.Ohholyfuckingfucksticks.That felt amazing. I whimpered and Renn took that correctly as his cue to move his thumb a little faster. My thighs began to shake as I closed my eyes, and when I came undone, Renn stuck three fingers inside, pressing his palm against me as I ground out the last of my pleasure against him.
I opened my eyes riding the wave of the best orgasm I’d ever had to see Renn propped up on his side next to me. He kissed my shoulder and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. That image was almost too much for my overheated senses to process, but it seemed to make him happy, so I figured I could deal with it. But then his face contorted, almost to the point he looked in pain.
“Renn?”
“Sorry, Sadie.” He exhaled. “I’m just trying hard not to come. I almost did just now.”
Me orgasming almost got him off? He really was a unicorn. I looked down and saw the angry purple head of his penis glowering at me. I reached down for it, but he put his hand on my wrist. “Don’t. If you touch me, I’ll come. I just…need a beat…to calm down.”
I shook off Renn’s hand. “I said I wantedto see you, Renn.” Casting my eyes down again, I gestured with my eyebrows at his poor, neglected dick. “Please.”
I saw the hesitation in his eyes. This made him feel exposed, and I knew how uncomfortable he was being vulnerable. I leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Please. I’d love to take the edge off. Remember, we’ll always have round two…and three.”
He laid down on his back in answer, hooking his elbow behind his head and resting it on the pillow as he closed his eyes. I ran my hand down his lightly furred chest, drawing circles over his nipples, fingers still buzzing from my orgasm. Mindful of his unease, I didn’t linger, sliding my palm over his stomach to grasp his fat cock with one hand. I repeated the same strokes I had used before, but this time tested the pressure and the drag, monitoring his face to see what he liked. Running my pointer finger up and down the shaft, I paid particular attention to the sensitive spot beneath the head of his crown as his breathing hitched. I wanted to play more, but he was close. I clasped firmly and stroked, twisting my wrist a bit at the end to figure out if that worked for him. It did. In less than a minute Renn came, and I watched, fascinated, as thick ropes of white cum spurted and landed on his belly and chest. I squeezed two last strokes up, gathering the remainder of his spend on the tip of his cock, rubbing it between the folds of his foreskin.
He tapped my wrist to get me to stop. “Too sensitive,” he choked out, finally opening his eyes. Followed immediately by, “So good.”
I smiled and got up to grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom, proceeding to wipe him off while he lay there in a post-orgasmic haze. Renn might have been willing to lick me off his fingers, but I wasn’t quite feline enough to clean him with my tongue.
“I’m a little embarrassed,” Renn admitted. “I hope that was okay.”
“It was perfect.”
“It’s overwhelming. There are so many things I want to do with you, so many ways I want to love you.”
Forty minutes later, after we’d teased and touched and recovered, his fingers were back inside me, stretching me, before he finally rolled on the condom. I laid on my back and Renn came up and over me, entering in one sure stroke as he used his hands to pull my thighs apart and settle himself there. He pressed us tightly together, gently rocking our bodies as we both strained toward completion. His face above mine, he kept eye contact, pausing intermittently to kiss my lips.
I felt like a treasured gift, as though Renn was using every sure stroke to brand me and pull me further into him. He gazed at me with such affection, occasionally whispering my name or telling me he loved me, kissing me, running his hands along my face and sides as he kept our bodies sealed together. He pulled my hand up to lay delicate kisses across my fingertips and I realized that his body was doing most of the work. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Tunneling inside me. His strong back pushed up and down as I attempted to lean into him, but mostly just surrendered to the weight of him making love to me.
