Chapter 33 God is a Woman
God is a Woman
Renée
When Jonah suggests a walk to “burn off the nerves,” it’s an easy yes. He loads up a backpack with God knows what, and we follow the main trail between his pasture and woods. My right hand brushes along the wildflowers that are still hanging on to the last bit of their season. Jonah holds my left.
He points out all the plants he’s investigated—to which I politely remind him the correct term is researched—and pride fills me with everything he’s learned.
Somewhere along our walk, the humor fades into something softer. The breeze hums with it—the quiet kind of tension that feels like standing in the sun too long.
We stop when we reach the little creek that bends and snakes through the trees. “You okay now?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah. I think so.”
And just like that, we’re kissing. I can taste his coffee and the remnants of his toothpaste. Every bit of relief flows between us like we share one body. When he pulls me closer, everything in me relaxes.
That is, until things turn indecent. I mean, is it my fault he’s so much taller than me and his ass is easier to grab than his shoulders? Is it his fault that the rod between his legs keeps pushing into my stomach?
Okay, yes to both, but we’re not on trial here.
What we are is hungry.
Jonah breaks the kiss to dig through his backpack. I’m about to protest, but he retrieves a blanket and lays it out.
“What a good little boy scout.”
Grinning and proud of himself, he sits and extends his hand for me to join. We both kick off our shoes and resume our makeout session. I pin him down and he makes no effort to fight his fate.
“You like it when I’m in charge. When I’m on top of you like this.”
He palms my ass and groans, “I’m exactly where I want to be.”
I pull gently at his bottom lip and release it before whispering in his ear, “Let me thank you for what you did today.”
His neck is so close to my face that I can feel his Adam’s apple bob. “I’ll do whatever you say,” he huffs.
I lift the bottom of his T-shirt, bunching it at the top, and kiss a trail down his torso. “I know you will.”
“Is there anything I should know before I play with you, Jonah?”
“Um... I like to keep it bare down there?”
I don’t even try to suppress my giggle. “No, puppy. When was the last time you were tested?”
Suddenly his bravado returns, and he stretches his arms behind his head. “Well, I got this hot professor neighbor who loves to grade me.” He smirks. “Does that count?” That smirk dies when I grab hold of his balls. “Five months ago! Everything is ship-shape!”
I release him... a little bit. “That was pretty long ago.”
“So?”
“Sooo, you may have contracted something by now.”
“But I haven’t been with anyone. That night at Strip Tease with you? That was the last time I was with someone. Well, until last week when we got freaky in your office with our clothes on.”
My brows furrow. “But that was back in February.”
“And I was tested after that.” He points to his dick and nods. “All good in the hood.”
“Hang on, you haven’t been with anyone since then? Like, no one?”
He wiggles beneath me and smiles. “I’m saving myself for youuuu,” he coos, the picture of sarcastic innocence.
I shake my head at his antics, but another thought pops in. “Wait, are you a virgin?”
He looks to the sky and lets out an exasperated gasp. “No!” He looks back down at me hovering above his zipper. “Now please please touch me.”
I chuckle and unbutton him. “I do love it when you beg.”
His eyes round like saucers and he pumps his fist in the air. “Yes!”
This playful side of Jonah has my inner dominant thrown off-kilter. I’ve never been with someone so... youthful. But God help me, I like it. I like how effortlessly he falls from exuberance to Oh shit, I’m in danger.
I finally remove his jeans and boxers and hike his long, wildly muscular legs to the sky.
“Whoa,” he whispers.
I settle his hairy legs over my shoulders and stare down at him. I trace a finger from his taint, up the seam of his sac, and follow the thick vein leading to his tip. “You’re so beautiful.”
Blush covers his face and he has a strange sort of look about him. “Really?”
With a featherlight touch, I push five fingers down his wide, ruddy crown, like I’m rolling on an invisible condom. “Very. And one day soon, I’m going to take my time investigating every inch, mark, and hair on your body.”
He glows with a knowing smile and a waggle of his eyebrows. “I think you mean research.”
I lean down and lick the bead of precum from his tip. “Shut up and let me thank you.”
He exhales a shuddering breath. “Ohhhhkayyup.”
My tongue teases all the way down his thick shaft. He smells like he took a shower when I was gone earlier, but there’s also that addictive salted aroma of his natural body odor that could eat me alive if I stayed down here long enough.
God, I would love that. The idea of torturing him all day long with massages from my mouth... maybe nothing more than little puffs of air around his groin and temptation in my eyes.
I think I’d like that very much.
When I reach his base, I kiss and lick across the blond stubble before gently sucking. His sac tightens when I drag a flat tongue through the center and straight to his crown.
“Oh. Oh yeah. Yes, thank you,” he whispers. I fully lower myself to the blanket and lift his balls to feast on his taint. “Holy fuck! What are you doing?”
Has he never been eaten like this? If that’s true, what a fucking crime.
I decide not to explain myself, instead settling for a hushing sound.
When the area is sloppy and wet, I incorporate my nose, fingers, and chin—all of it massaging his taint until he’s breathing so hard I have to back off before he blows.
I shift back to my knees and bend forward, swallowing his head and allowing the pool of saliva to fall down around him.
I add one hand to his length, stroking in rhythm with my suctioning mouth, while the other hand plays between his balls and taint some more.
Jonah’s losing his mind—stuck somewhere between what the fuck is happening and pure adoration.
And it’s that exact combination that unlocks my floodgates. Wetness pools between my labia and I feel it soak into my leggings. Feeling rather smug about that, I stroke harder, faster. I spit on his dick just because it’s lewd and I’m the one in charge.
“Unghh,” he moans. “Renée, Renée—oh God—I’m gonna...”
Both hands stroke in tandem—one on his shaft and the other below—and a sinister feeling takes over my body when I smile at him. “Yeah, you are. Come in my mouth, puppy.”
A bizarre string of vowel sounds echo off the trees as my big, muscly play thing erupts warm ropes of seed in my mouth. I linger, waiting for his waves of aftershock to end before lifting off and swallowing.
Jonah
I think Renée just sucked the life out of my body, because I’m floating to the heavens. What a way to die, huh? Kinda sucks I’ll never be able to experience it again.
“Jonah. Jonah...” God sounds like a woman. Cool.
“Yes, God. It’s me.”
“Jonah,” God giggles, and then there’s a warm press to my lips.
There’s kissing in heaven? Awesome. Maybe dying isn’t so bad.
Suddenly one of my eyelids is forced open and a gorgeous redhead is staring back at me with a smile. “Are you okay?”
Reality settles in—some of it at least. “What happened?”
“I gave you a blowjob.”
I shake my head. “That was no blowjob. What’s it called when someone clears your brain?”
“A lobotomy?"
“No, the other one. When you raise your hand and they bring you on stage and make you do silly things by controlling your mind.”
She quietly laughs to herself. “Hypnosis.”
I roll my head to the side with a sigh and snap my fingers. “That’s the one.”
She lays next to me and strokes my hair. “You’ve had a blowjob before.”
“Not like that. No one has ever touched underneath my balls.” I wrap my arms around her.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight. Congratulations, you now have a stage five clinger.
Perks include: kneeling at your feet on command, personal chauffeur service, and bringing you coffee in bed.
The list is actually much longer than that, but you get the picture. ”
“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t even use my full skill set?”
“No. There is absolutely no way that can be improved upon.”
She kisses me. “Guess you’ll just have to see for yourself.”
“I’ll make the funeral arrangements.”
“See that you do,” she teases, and I think I might be enjoying this post-nut back-and-forth even more than my hypnosis blowie.
“I’d also like to mention, as part of my stage five clinger service, I offer oral with several sub-categories: general oral, face riding, and reciprocation. I should also clarify there’s no orgasm limit.”
“Mmm, there better not be.”
A small shiver runs down my back because I’m obsessed with her sexual confidence. I don’t think I’ve ever had half of what she does. What I do know is I love obeying her.
Renée stands, and my heart rate picks back up watching her leggings peel away. I help by tugging at the ankles, then bunching them in my face and inhaling. She smirks, unphased, and I wonder just how depraved I’m allowed to be with her.
She arches an eyebrow and peels off her panties. “A little amuse-bouche?”
My heated gaze lands between her freckled legs and I bite my lip. “I love your bush.”
She looks like she’s about to say something but thinks better of it, and lowers herself to my chest. Coarse, wavy red curls are suddenly hovering above my neck and her heat seeps into me.
She’s still wearing her shirt, but she’s rucked it up a bit, exposing her belly button and pale skin.
Long, white stretchmarks cover her stomach and my previously spent cock stirs.
She used to be pregnant, I gleefully remind myself.
Oh God, I wish I could have seen her like that.
I wish I could have been the one to make her like that.
Do I have a breeding kink?
I swallow—cock rising and body buzzing as I wait for her instructions.
She lifts my chin with one tiny finger. “I thought about you a lot after our first night together, Jonah. I think it’s time you remind me how talented that mouth is.”
I nod eagerly and she leans forward. I’m about to tell her not to hover, but she shuts me up and sits—like really sits on my face with all her weight—and I savor the way Renée takes what she wants without reservation.
She latches onto my hair and says, “Use your hands however you want, and tap me three times if you can’t breathe.”
Said hands are immediately squeezing her bare ass, and I’d rather die than tap out.
I search for her clit right away as my chin is coated in her arousal.
My head, neck, and shoulders are encased by her soft, plump body, and the sensation of digging my fingers into her fat ass is better than any stress relief ball.
“Mmm,” she sighs, and I open my eyes to find hers closed, enjoying me. “I missed this.”
I start slow, taking my time between her clit and dipping my tongue into her wet center and smearing it everywhere. I thought she said she didn’t get wet right away?
My hands come around, and I spread her open so I can pay special attention to that little bundle of nerves.
She groans and rocks—using me exactly the way I’ve always wanted to be.
I don’t like guessing what makes women feel good.
But with Renée, she tells me exactly what she wants, and it’s a damn turn-on that she expects it from me.
Me!
With one thumb lifting her mons, I use my other to rub her hardened clit. I’d love to insert some fingers but I don’t have room. She doesn’t seem to mind though, because she’s riding my tongue and chin like I’m her rodeo bull.
“Yes,” she screams, bringing me back to the more important and sexy task at hand. She writhes and pants and then her muscles are seizing. Contractions rip through her, and she clenches her thighs tight around my head.
Hair gently blowing in the warm fall breeze, she’s completely blissed out, and I’m in awe. I’m in some kind of fantasy.
All at once I’m left laying there, lungs restored to full capacity, with a wet face. My mouth is already hanging wide open when she crawls on all fours and presents her ass to me. She looks back. “You’re not done. Get back in there.”
My body responds instantly and I’m on my knees behind her, squeezing her hips. “Are you serious?”
“Did I stutter?”
She didn’t, but I do. “I–I get to eat your ass?”
“Do you know how?” Her tone is a little teasing, a little mean, and I like it.
“Y–yes. Of course. I just...” I trail off.
I shake her butt until ripples form, causing a reaction to burst from the depth of my soul.
I scream—and it's loud and high-pitched and it might cause the dogs to come find me. She looks back in concern. “Sorry,” I huff. “I’m just really excited. I wrote about this in my dream journal.”
Her concern morphs into hushed laughter. “Good to know.”
I lean in and brush my nose over each cheek. There are far less freckles on this part of her body, so I lick and kiss each one. Her natural scent is mixed with a little bit of fruity and floral body wash and I inhale.
Fuck, I’m hard.
I lay a wide tongue across her rim and drag, instantly causing her to sigh. “Ohhh... Yes, puppy, just like that.”
No one ever called me puppy before her, and I never knew it could make my knees weak and blood rush to my dick, but it does. Or maybe that’s just the effect she has on me. Everything she says makes me weak.
Between her cries of pleasure and my animalistic feasting, our bodies make a different kind of music—bold and reckless. Perfect.
Her hole clenches when I finally shove two fingers in her dripping pussy and she moans—dropping her head to her arms braced in front of her. “Harder. Harder, Jonah—Yes! More.”
I add two more fingers without breaking the incredible force behind my thrusts. Her rim is licked and sucked and every so often I slip the tip of my tongue inside and she mewls. Then I reach under with my other hand and play with her clit again.
She detonates seconds later. Her entire body trembles and tightens. My tongue and fingers are swallowed and held hostage, but I can’t stop. There’s a flood of pleasure racing from my feet up my spine and before I can stop it, I’m coming again. “Fffffuck.”
My vision goes white, and the next thing I know, I’m laying down with my head in her naked lap. Nice.
“You did so good, puppy,” she says, softly sweeping hair out of my face.
I feel a vague wet spot underneath me. “Am I lying in my own jizz?”
“Mhmm,” she hums, and it’s a lovely mix of amusement and pride. I’d lay in a pool of jizz anytime if it meant she would stroke my hair.