Page 33 of Renascence
Climbing off the bed, he tucks his dick back in his boxers and heads to the bathroom. It’s not until he returns with a wet washcloth and begins to clean me up that I notice I didn’t cover myself. I didn’t even think about it.
“I’m gonna take you home, babe. Got something I need to take care of.”
“Okay.”
He tosses the washcloth in a nearby basket, then pulls on jeans, a T-shirt, and his cut. Grabbing socks, he jerks his head at me.
“I’ll wait for you outside.”
I pull on my dress, briefly lamenting the loss of my panties. I can’t hop on Venom’s bike with no underwear, so I search his drawers, borrowing a pair of stretchy boxer briefs. After running my fingers through my hair and grabbing my sweater, I meet him in the living room.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Yeah, but… have you, um….” I look away, embarrassment flushing my cheeks.
“What?”
“My panties. Have you seen them?”
“Maybe.”
The mischievous tone of his voice makes me glance up at him. Sure enough, he’s perched on the back of the couch, smirking at me.
“What’s it going to take for you to tell me where?”
“A kiss.”
Well, that doesn’t sound too bad. I approach him with caution, gasping when he grabs my hand and tugs me between his legs.
“Maybe a suck on your nipple… or a taste of your pussy. I can’t decide.”
“You can’t be serious!” My eyes widen in shock.
“Okay, tell you what. I’ll settle for the kiss. The rest you can give me later.”
Without giving me a chance to either agree or object, he tangles his hand in my hair and pulls my lips to his. What little fight I had drains from my body and I melt against him in zero point one second flat. His beard tickles, but the pleasure from his tongue against mine elicits a moan, not a giggle. His free hand massages my breast, pinching the nipple through my dress. In the recesses of my mind, the thought occurs to me that he’s taking more than a kiss, but I can’t find the wherewithal to care. I press my hips against him, searching for the hardness I crave. That’s when he breaks away.
“Fuck, babe. You always this responsive?”
“Um….” My brain is still fuzzy from his kiss, and no words are coming to me.
“Don’t answer that. If we don’t leave now, I’m going to bend you over this couch and shove my dick so deep inside you, you’ll feel me for a month.”
I step back, jaws slack in horror, and yes, excitement.Hellyes.
With space between our bodies, my brain begins to function, so I try to change the subject.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed a pair of your underwear.”
“You’re wearing my boxers, babe?” He raises a brow, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Yes” is my bashful answer.
“Let me see.”
I quickly lift my dress, then drop it, moving past him.
“Fuck, woman. You’re going to have me hard for the entire day thinking about you in my clothes. I don’t know how I’m going to get through the ride to your place.”
