Renley
She whipped her head around, frowning.
He combed his fingers through the golden strands, splitting and plaiting the hair together.
He took his time, enjoying the intimacy that he hadn’t shared with someone in quite some time.
Reaching the end of her hair, he secured it with the elastic and draped it over her spine, the end tickling the small of her back.
“Beautiful,” he muttered, bending down to kiss her shoulders one at a time.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he husked.
She nodded, sucking her red, swollen lip between her teeth. Eveline squeezed her eyes tight, as if she were afraid to look at him.
Another slap and whimper as he kissed her behind the ear. “I like it too, kitten.” His dick ached. God, if it continued this way, it would fall off. “Can you sit up for me? I want you on my lap.”
Taking a deep breath, Eveline pushed onto her elbows. “Can you hold me?”
“How could I say no to that?” he purred, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her close.
Kneeling behind her, she collapsed against his chest, breasts heaving with every hard-earned breath.
Finally, he was able to grab a handful of her plush tit, grazing his thumb over her peaked nipple.
With his lips spoiling her shoulders, his free hand dipped between her thighs to claim her pussy again.
“You feel good in my arms,” he hummed. “God, you’ll feel even better once you’re coming on my fingers.”
With a soft exhale, Eveline rolled her head back to his shoulder.
And now his throbbing cock was just agonising .
He’d learned that she liked it rough, so he curled his fingers firmly against that sweet spot inside of her, palm pressing relentlessly to her clit.
She braced herself on his thighs, fisting his sweats as she fought for air.
Then, without warning, he delivered another smack.
Her body jolted, and he soothed the sting by sucking a kiss to her neck.
“Shhh,” he hummed, wetting his hand before giving her one more gentle slap. “You can tell me to stop, kitten.”
But she vehemently shook her head.
“You don’t want me to, do you?” he breathed against her skin, fingers gently caressing her. Once she’d fully relaxed, Renley spanked her again. “Fuck, I love how you ease back into my arms.”
His arm circled her shoulders, feeling each deep inhale as she fought for air.
Her skin felt good against his, hands clenching on his thighs.
With his middle finger, he circled her clit once, continuing past the sensitive bundle of nerves to her entrance.
Eveline turned her head, her breath hot against his throat.
Then her lips ghosted over his neck and he nearly creamed his pants.
He increased the pressure on his fingers, fucking her relentlessly as she muffled her sounds against his skin.
Before he sent her over the edge, he pulled out and smacked her once more.
“Please,” Eveline begged, nails digging into his thighs.
“You want to come?” Another smack, and she arched into his touch.
“Yes,” she panted. “Please.”
“You sound so fucking precious when you beg.” With another firm slap against her clit, he gave her exactly what she needed. “As long as you beg for it, I’ll give you anything, kitten.”
The pet name rolled off his lips so fucking easily.
He just couldn’t stop himself—nor could he prevent himself from hurtling her over the edge.
His fingers fucked her hard, the rhythm constant as his palm pressed hard into her clit.
Eveline cried out, walls contracting around his fingers.
He worked her through her orgasm, easing up once her nails scraped against his skin.
“So beautiful,” he groaned, sucking her earlobe between his teeth. “Can I run you a bath?”
To his surprise, Eveline shook her head. “You don’t need to do that.”
“Do you not like them?”
“I-I…” she stammered.
“Talk to me, kitten.”
Inhaling what seemed to be a handful of courage, she said, “I can’t get in.”
He chuckled, nuzzling into her neck. “I just made you come on my fingers twice. Do you really think I expect you to move a muscle? As the princess—no, no, the queen that you are, you shall be treated like royalty all night.” He took her jaw and tilted her face towards his.
“Including all the orgasms you could possibly want.” Then he kissed her nose.
“Now for the important question: Do you want a shirt while we wait for the tub to fill?”
Eyes wide like a deer in headlights, Eveline nodded. “Yes, please.”
Sweeping her into his arms, he settled her against the headboard and gave her something to cover up with before starting the water in the bath.
As soon as it filled, he returned to the bedroom.
Eveline watched him with curious eyes raking over his body.
He knew what he had to offer, nor did he feel ashamed of the bulge under his grey sweats.
“Will you join me?” she asked sheepishly.
He smirked, twirling her long braid around his fist. “Is that what you want, kitten?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’d be happy to.” He helped her out of her shirt and lifted her into his arms once more. “I couldn’t find any bath salts, so we’ll have to make do with plain water.”
“You’ll just have to cuddle me to make up for it.”
He chuckled, glad that she was warming up to him. “Of course.”
After Eveline was settled in the water, he undressed, catching her watching out of the corner of his eye. As he submerged himself, he suppressed a hiss. Women truly had some demons living inside of them if they enjoyed temperatures like this.
“Come here,” he demanded, pulling her between his spread thighs.
With a sigh, she let her head loll against his shoulder and adjusted her legs to her comfort.
Once she seemed to be happy with the way she sat, her fingers traced over his legs, their hair seemingly not bothering her.
He mirrored her, only for her to blanket his hands with hers and push. He took the hint, adding more pressure.
“Better?” he asked, nose grazing along her neck.
“Mmhmm,” she hummed. “I can’t feel it otherwise.”
“Good, I want you to tell me what you need, like you just did.”
Then, with her fingers brushing his wrist, Eveline frowned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Lifting his hand, he saw the reddened marks she’d left behind. “There is no need to feel bad.” With a kiss to her cheek, he softly laughed. “I should’ve listened to you in the first place.”
They soaked in silence until the bath ran cold, the only sounds in the room being the splash of water and Eveline’s contented sighs.
She eventually laughed, inspecting her pruned fingers. “I look like a grandma.”
“A very hot one if I may say.”
“You may.”
“Would you like to get out?”
“I think that is best before we grow fins.”
“Do you want to shower off?”
She shook her head and allowed him to stand up. “It was just water.”
Pulling the chair from the shower, he laid a towel across the surface and helped Eveline out of the bath, wrapping them both in plush, white towels.
But before he tended to himself, he focused on Eveline.
Starting with her feet, he began to dry her, working from her cute, manicured toes all the way up to her thigh.
He pressed a kiss high on the skin, giving the other leg the same attention.
Mind adrift, he dropped the wet towel, an involuntary groan pressing past his lips.
One hand smoothed over her thigh as he pressed kisses across the other.
He forced her legs apart, claiming her pussy with his thumb on her clit.
“I would like to taste that sweet pussy of yours, kitten.”
“I’d like that too,” she sighed. With a grin, he peered up from between her thighs, Eveline swallowing hard. “Can we do that on the bed?”
“Anything you ask,” he hummed, sweeping her into his arms in one swift move.
She was light as a feather, her cheek rubbing against his chest until he nestled her against the headboard. When he saw the goosebumps rising over her skin, he quickly fetched her a t-shirt and raised the temperature in the room. After draining the tub, he found her patiently waiting for him.
He settled on the mattress face down, positioned between Eveline’s legs.
Hooking his hands under her thighs, he tugged her closer.
As his lips ghosted feather-light touches over her sensitive skin, she draped her legs over his shoulders, making herself comfortable.
Finally, he licked, drawing a path with his tongue from her entrance to her clit.
Smirking, he glanced up. Eveline had threaded her fingers through his hair, letting her head fall back.
He was knuckle-deep before he realised it, tongue spoiling her clit.
There was no gentility this time. It was rough and dirty—and judging by the noises coming from her, she loved it.
Her shallow breaths turned into moans, then cries once he began fucking her through her climax.
He didn’t even ease up when she scrabbled at his shoulders, trying to push him away.
“Please,” she begged.
Kissing her clit one last time, he sat on his heels and smirked at her.
Her eyes were closed, nipples poking through her t-shirt with each rise and fall of her chest. She looked breathtaking.
When her eyes opened and she caught him watching, her gaze immediately dropped and that lip was caught in her teeth again.
He reached forward and tugged it free. “Oh, kitten, don’t hurt yourself.”
Lips curling into a smile, Eveline flattened her palm against his stomach, but her eyes were on her prize—the bulge behind his sweats. He didn’t move, didn’t even breathe as her fingers teased the ridges of his stomach and slipped behind the elastic band.
Fuck, this wasn’t going to last long …
Eveline tugged, his cock all but jumping into her palm. She moved hesitantly, almost as if it wasn’t allowed. “I’m yours, kitten.”