Chapter Nineteen #3
“Jeeeeesus, Alice.” Renee cups my chin, lifting my mouth to hers again.
Her hands are gentle in my rain-soaked hair, then rougher, more insistent, like a woman with a plan.
Renee guides me onto my back and climbs over me, straddling me so her thighs press against my hips.
I’m sure I’m stuck in a dream. Surely I’m not being straddled by Renee Roberts, her chain belt swinging against her miniskirt, the leather of her knee-high boots cool against my legs.
I skate my fingers along the hem of her skirt just to confirm she’s really here.
I don’t deserve this. I can barely resist the want pulsing through me.
“Touch me,” Renee pleads, and my resistance disintegrates.
I drag my palms up the soft skin of her thighs, moving slower than I thought I could, but Renee’s needy, stuttering breaths are too sexy not to count how many I can get.
She rocks and grinds her hips, guiding me toward where she wants me, and I can’t help but tease her.
I reverse my direction, sliding my palms slowly back down toward her knees.
She writhes over me, a greedy whine pouring from her lips.
“Alice,” Renee bites out; then she chases my mouth with hers, kissing and grinding and trembling over me.
I know what she wants, and I know I’m going to take my time giving it to her.
I want to see if she can stand it, not being in control.
I squeeze Renee’s butter-soft thighs, and she lifts with a gasp, blond hair tossing over her shoulders. “Fuck, Alice.”
“Say please,” I rasp.
“Please, Alice.”
I hum and push my palms up her thighs, trying to commit every inch of her to memory.
“Please,” she begs again, and the desperation in her voice sets a fire in my lungs, then another between my thighs. She looks down at me, eyes stormy and sultry and utterly irresistible. My favorite shade of blue they’ve ever been.
“Eyes on me,” I breathe. “Just like that.”
My confidence surprises me. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone like this. Much longer since I’ve done it sober. But when it comes to Renee, I’m so entirely myself, so fully connected to what I want. I want her. All of her.
Renee bites her lip as she nods, and those blue-flame eyes don’t budge from mine again. Not when I guide one hand over the wet silk between her thighs. Not when I twist the fabric out of my way. I part her with one gentle finger, and we both moan when I dip inside.
“So perfect.”
Renee whimpers in reply, then again when my thumb ghosts over her clit. I go slow until she begs me not to, gentle until her hips grind and buck, demanding more and more.
The first time Renee comes undone for me, it’s fitful and frenzied, and she cries out my name.
I’m addicted to the sound. The second time, it’s almost too easy; the release pours out of her on a honey-drenched sigh, her legs trembling even minutes after.
When I go for a third, Renee flinches away, too sensitive.
“Sorry,” I murmur.
Renee hums. “Are you, though?”
She smiles down at me, her tongue pressed against her teeth so little flashes of pink show through.
She’s so agonizingly cute. How can a single person be so cute, so hot, so striking, so everything?
When she climbs up and helps me to my feet, I realize we’re both still fully dressed, but that doesn’t last. I shiver when Renee’s hands find the curve of my waist, the button of my shorts, the waistband of my black cotton briefs.
She undresses me from the waist down while walking me back into my couch until the cushions hit the backs of my bare knees.
Then she sinks between them, and desire riots through me.
Her sweet blue eyes lift to mine. “Can I?”
“I’ll lose my mind if you don’t.”
Renee hums a laugh, and a chill sparks between my shoulder blades.
It spreads like a burn down the backs of my arms as she parts me with her tongue, tasting me for the first time.
Heat tenses and pulses through me, months’ worth of want shooting to my fingertips.
My toes. The cradle of my hips, which rock into her mouth as she explores how to make me gasp and clench and sigh out her name.
I lose my breath when her lips seal around my clit.
She sinks into me with two fingers, and I arch and shiver, shuddering against her tongue.
And then I’m gone. Unwound like a spool of silk thread until I’m nothing but a ragged breath and thumping heartbeat. My body is hot and heavy and all hers.
Renee looks up at me through her thick black lashes, blue eyes sparkling like gemstones.
“Hey, you.” Her voice is a sweet, breathless rasp, and I would submerge myself in it if I could.
“Hey,” I sigh out. “I…wow. Thank you.”
She hums and kisses my left knee, then the right, then climbs up onto the couch beside me, nuzzling into my neck. Warmth fizzes at every place where she touches me: her hand on my shoulder, her cheek on my chest. I shift so I can kiss her again, and I moan when I taste myself on her tongue.
“You are way too much, you know that?” I growl, and Renee pulls back for a moment. Her eyes brim with admiration as she traces my jaw with her thumb, pressing it to my lower lip. I kiss it, and she breathes the smallest, sweetest laugh.
“You, Alice Pierce.” She cups my face. “Are exactly enough.”
I pull Renee’s mouth back to mine, and the sweetest moan pours into me from somewhere deep in her throat. It sounds like a song I’ve been searching for, a melody I could set on repeat and play through the night.
And that’s exactly what I plan to do.