Page 73 of On My Side
I lift my skirt as I scooch backwards to make room for Ren to spread out. I have a king-sized bed, because Piper has always been a kicker when asleep. I’ve never been more grateful for it than right now, as Ren lays on his belly and grabs under my knees, lifting them over his shoulders. He’s so close I shiver at his breath on my inner thigh.
“Hmm,” he says, hooking his finger into the top of my thigh-highs “Well, I’m having second thoughts. Maybe I should leave the stockingson.”
“Striped stockings do it for you?” I tease.
“Youdo it for me.” He pauses before adding, “But yeah, the stockings are doing it for me.”
I jolt as his teeth sink into the bare skin of my thigh. He soothes it with an open-mouthed kiss before continuing to kiss up my thigh until he gets to the edge of my underwear. He lifts his eyes to mine. “Okay?”
I nod frantically, weaving a hand through his hair. “Don’t stop,” I beg trembling from the level of need I’m feeling for him. I’m fucking gone I don’t even care I’m wearing my usual high-waisted cotton underwear I buy in bulk from Costco. The tenderness with which he slips his finger beneath the elastic makes me feel like I’m wearing silk.
“Your skin’s so soft,” he muses, resting the side of his head against my thigh.
“Moisturizing body wash,” I gasp as he snaps the elastic against me. Then I want to smack myself because I’m certain this man doesnotcare about my skincare routine at this moment.
He hooks his finger in again, this time pulling the fabric to the side. I don’t have time to be self-conscious about the fact I have a full bush and I pushed an eight-pound human being out of my vagina before he’s pressing his lips to the crease between my thigh and vulva. “The body wash works,” he muses, mouth moving against a part of me no one has touched so intimatelybefore. “And smells like heaven. Give me the brand later so I can write a review.” I grin at the ceiling. “But I have to be honest with you Audrey… your pussy smells like sin.”
“Oh my god,” my smile is gone, and my teeth are digging into my bottom lip, holding back what I’m sure would be an obscene moan.
“Promise me one thing,” Ren says, lifting his head. I fight the urge to shove his head back to where I need it.
Instead I inhale shakily and hold his gaze. “Okay,” I whisper.
“Don’t hold back on me, sweetheart.” My wish comes true as he ducks his head and parts my pussy with his thumbs before flicking my clit with his tongue.
I jolt and my grip in his hair tightens. “Shit!”
“Just like that, beautiful,” he murmurs against me. “It’s my turn to hear you.”
He flicks my swollen clit again and truthfully, his moans may be overpowering mine. I keep my promise, letting myself react the way my body needs to and my god,he’senjoying this as much as I am.
“Can I put a finger in this pretty pussy?” he asks, voice muffled.
I nod eagerly before remembering he’s currently covered by the fabric of my costume. I arch my back and lift my ass to try to pull the skirt up so I can see him. But he’s faster, gripping my thighs and pressing me into the bed. I give up and raise the fabric, uncovering him, and lifting myself on my elbows for a better view. “Yes, please,” I answer.
He lifts his eyes for a moment before pulling away from me. I whimper at the loss of contact, but it’s replaced instantaneously by a moan as he slowly presses a finger into me.
“Christ, Aud. All this for me?” he muses. “Were you always this wet when Sky made you come?” He curves his finger against my G-spot, and I cry out.
“Yes!” He returns his mouth to my cunt, this time taking my clit into his mouth and sucking softly. “God, I’m always wet for you, Ren. Even before I knew it was you.”
He groans, and his eyes meet mine again. He brushes another finger against my opening, and I nod encouragingly. I want more of him,needmore of him.
He pushes a second finger into me and I feel sofull, so overwhelmed.
It’s so good, so, so good. I want to come for him as much ashewants me to come, and he’s doing everything right.
But after a few minutes, my stomach sinks and my mind wanders.Has Piper texted me? Should I check my phone? Shouldn’t I have come by now? I’m taking too long. What if something happened? What if I can’t come? What if I’ve actually never orgasmed and only thought I orgasmed? What if…
“Where’d you go, sweetheart?” Ren asks softly, pulling away.
Angry tears prick in my eyes, and I blink rapidly to fight them back. Sometimes my meds make it hard to come, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t come. I’ve masturbated to the point of soreness trying to orgasm, and sometimes it still doesn’t happen.
Why does it have to be happeningtonight?
“Hey, hey.” He’s suddenly pushed himself up so he’s sprawled out on his side next to me. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me into him, and that’s when I realize I lost the battle against my tears. “What happened? Did I—”
“No.” It comes out a sob. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my fault. I should have told you.”
