33/Renee
I couldn’t hold my head up high as Renee Moore without showing Kenny who was really running things. Last Friday, I was so mesmerized by his skills he had me speaking in tongues, but it was time to remind him who was in charge.
Quinton and Tamara were both working, so the stage was set.
When Kenny stepped into my house, I was standing in the living room waiting. Immediately, his gaze traveled to the lacy black teddy hugging my curvaceous frame.
“You’re late,” I scolded before taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.
Once there, I started unbuttoning his shirt.
“I thought you had a staff meeting this afternoon?” he asked, stealing a quick kiss.
“Canceled,” I replied.
Kenny bent his head and nibbled my earlobe.
“What about the kids?”
“At work.” I freed the last button, then stepped back and looked up at him. “Why? You trying to come up with an excuse to leave?”
Shaking his head, Kenny held up his hands in surrender.
“Not at all.”
“Good. Then quit stalling,” I purred. “I cleared my schedule so I could spend quality time with my man.”
“Really?” he asked between kisses. “So, I’m your man now?”
“Yep. At least until you leave.”
He laughed.
Standing on tiptoe, I brushed my lips against his one more time.
“Do you have any idea what I have planned for you?” I asked with a wicked smile.
“No. But I can’t wait to find out.”
I slipped my fingers through the opening in his shirt. “First, I’m going to take your clothes off.” With a flick of my wrist, his shirt slid from his shoulders and landed on the floor. “Then I’m going to make sure you remember this afternoon for a very long time.”
Kenny cleared his throat.
“I like the sound of that.”
I smiled when I heard the catch in his voice. “And that’s only the beginning.”
“The beginning?”
Nodding, I smoothed my palms over his chest. Oh yeah. I was definitely going to enjoy getting him back.
“But there’s one condition.”
He looked almost afraid to ask. “What’s that?”
“You’re not allowed to touch me unless I say so.”
“I think I can handle that.”
I didn’t miss the uncertainty in his voice. Or the fact that he was suddenly having trouble holding still. “We’ll see about that.”
I released his belt and watched his confidence start slipping right along with it.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked sweetly.
“Nothing.”
Right. And my name is Rihanna.
I released the zipper and his jeans fell down around his ankles. I brushed my hand slowly across the front of his silk boxers. My fingers passed lightly over his rock-hard shaft, causing his knees to shake and his breath to come in slow pants.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked as if I didn’t know what I was doing to him.
“Nothing,” he replied, although the erection pulsing against my hand told me otherwise. I slid his boxers over his hips and onto the floor. While Kenny kicked them away, I drew back slightly and looked down at him, standing at attention.
All nine glorious inches.
“You sure are,”—I stroked the head of his penis lightly—“hard.”
“It’s what you do to me, boo,” Kenny managed between gritted teeth.
Placing a hand at his chest, I pushed him back onto the bed. “Lie down.”
Obediently, Kenny scooted up to the headboard and leaned back.
Still holding his gaze, I slid the teddy off my shoulders and it slithered to the floor around my feet.
Kenny’s gaze was enough to arouse me completely.
As his eyes moved down my body, I could feel the heat of his gaze.
My nipples hardened. My kitty-cat clenched.
I took a deep breath and noticed I wasn’t the only one aroused.
His erection thrust toward me with uncontrollable need.
Feeling increasingly confident by his reaction, I continued my slow seduction.
“You see something you like?”
“You know I do,” he growled.
“Which parts?” Taunting him further, I reached up and squeezed my breasts. “These, perhaps?”
“Yes, definitely those.”
Under his watchful eyes, I flicked a thumb over one hard nipple, then the other, and sucked in a breath at the intensity. Finding my own pleasure was something I enjoyed doing but having him watching was sweet torture.
After I tugged and squeezed at my nipples some more, I slid my hand lower. Kenny’s eyes followed my fingers as they slid past my belly button, through my pubic hair, and dipped between the soft folds of my sweet kitty.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Kenny reached down, grabbed the base of his dick, and began stroking his length. A muscle at his jaw twitched.
Yes! A feeling of victory swept through me. Smiling, I continued touching myself.
Lust glittered in the depths of his eyes. The only part of him that moved was his hand along his delectably swollen penis.
His breathing had become shallow and I chuckled inwardly. Physical evidence proved he was quickly losing control. His dick bucked begging for attention, but I resisted the urge to touch him.
Suck him.
Straddle his lap.
And ride him.
Swallowing, I forced myself to look away. As much as I wanted that dick buried inside me, I couldn’t give in. Not yet.
I'm going to get you back.
Yep, I was definitely in the driver’s seat and, oh, what a ride I had in store for him.
I moved through the folds of my pussy, stroking and coaxing moisture, then inserted one finger, then two, in a firm, smooth motion.
All the while I watched the uncontrollable thrust of his erection, the chocolate tip pointing in my direction.
Kenny’s reaction while I played with myself was sending me toward an orgasm.
I moved to my clit, using my thumb, and had to take a calming breath when wetness slid down my inner thigh. My control was quickly diminishing, the ache becoming unbearable.
“Do you like this part?” I asked, then removed my fingers from my kitty-cat and licked them one at a time.
Kenny made a sound that was a cross between a growl and a groan. “You know I do.” He was fisting his dick in one hand, stroking the stiff shaft. The head was gleaming with a drop of semen. Kenny crooked his finger. “Come here, Renee.”
His order sounded like a plea. Anticipation seeped through my veins.
I forced a frown. “I know your mama raised you better than that. I didn’t hear the magic word.”
“Please.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that. You’re gonna have to speak up,” I said, cupping my ear.
“Please come here—now!”
“Much better.” I moved onto the foot of the bed and crawled slowly toward him. As soon as I was close enough, he reached for me.
I halted. “What did I tell you? No touching.”
A curse fell from his lips before he lowered his arms to his sides.
Straddling his legs, I reached over and removed a bottle of butter rum massage oil from the side table and poured the liquid across his groin area.
While licking my lips, I stared down at his dick, then leaned forward and inhaled his scent. Damn, he smells good enough to eat. I rubbed my nose along his inner thigh, then opened my mouth and slid my tongue across his balls. Delicious.
“Fuck!” he hissed. “Suck me.”
I wrapped my hand around the base, then slid my fingers along the hard surface with lazy intent, paying a little extra attention to the tip. He pulsed in my hand.
Lowering my head, I darted out my tongue and traced the head.
His legs trembled. As he groaned, I continued to lick the length, loving the taste of him on my tongue.
I captured a drop of precum and swallowed.
“Mmmm, you taste good,” I cooed, then took his dick between my lips and sucked.
Kenny delved his hands through my hair and cried out.
Before he could catch his breath, I drew him deeper into my mouth then looked up, making sure I had his attention.
Oh yeah. He is definitely watching.
“I love watching my dick slide in and out of your pretty mouth,” he groaned, eyes glazed, mouth opened.
Kenny raised a hand to cup my breast and I felt it from my nipples all the way down to the slick nub of my clit.
Stifling a groan, I pushed his hand back down, then took him deeper into my mouth.
My rhythm was consistent while my eyes never left him.
Beneath my tongue, I could feel his tension building, and he held onto my shoulders until he no longer had the strength to do so.
His panting grew louder. Pulling back slightly, I rolled my tongue over the head, then sucked, taking him just to the edge of release.
“Damn, that feels good,” he groaned, then shuddered. Certain he was seconds away from coming in my mouth, I released him. Startled, Kenny opened his eyes and groaned again.
“Patience, baby. You waited this long, a few more minutes won’t hurt.”
“Like hell! I’ve waited long enough.” He grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up so I straddled his hips. His erection rubbed against my inner thigh as if begging for me to let him come inside.
I knew he couldn’t resist touching me.
My body burned with need. I reached for his hands and forced them above his head, then wiggled my hips suggestively. “Now what would you like me to do?” I whispered.
“Ride me,” he panted.
I wanted to drag the torment out but decided I wasn’t going to deny myself any longer. I had started a fire that only his dick could put out.
I locked my eyes with his, watching his expression while I lowered onto his length, easing him inside.
My cry mingled with his moan. Kenny’s grip at my waist tightened.
I felt him throbbing and I clenched my walls, tightly surrounding him, then lifted my hips.
Kenny bucked his body upward against me.
While closing my eyes, I set the rhythm.
“Can I touch you now?”
“Yeeesss!” I moaned.
“Good.” He drove hard inside me.
“Oh, that feels sooo good,” I wailed as my head rolled back.
My breath caught when he dipped his head to catch one pebble-hard nipple between his lips.
Pleasure rushed to every part of my body.
My lips parted and each quick thrust drew a harsh breath.
Oh, it doesn’t get any better than this.
I was panting and trembling. All the while, Kenny kept thrusting into me, while holding me steadily by my hips.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and clung to him while my body shuddered.
The rhythm he set was too good. I rode him, meeting his thrust with equal passion and kissing him as deeply as he was penetrating my body.
His face showed the strain and I knew he was trying to hold on, waiting for me to find release first. Knowing what it would take, he moved one of his hands down to my clit where he firmly stroked the sensitive flesh with his thumb. A ragged cry burst from my lips.
“You like that?” he asked, hot breath fanning my lips.
I nodded with a moan, then my body stiffened and my vaginal walls clenched him like a vise. “Yeeesss, yeeesss!” I exploded and Kenny followed, letting out a roar of pleasure as he pumped wildly into my body, filling me with his semen.
With a groan, I sank forward and rested my head on his shoulder while I tried to catch my breath. “Damn, baby,” I panted.
Kenny shifted slightly onto his side so he could stare deep into my eyes. “It’s better here than it is at home. I could get used to this.”
That is the plan.