Ren grabbed my hand.
We were out on the landing, Ren one step down the stairs, when I tugged on his hand. He stopped and looked up at me.
It was time for more sharing.
“Thanks for making this easy, honey.”
Instantly, his eyes got so hot, they burned through me. He pushed back on my hand so I took a step back and he took the step back up. Then his hands were at my ass, his mouth was on mine, and he was shuffling me backwards.
Quickly.
I landed on the bed.
Ren landed on me.
His mouth went to my neck and his fingers went to my zipper.
My lips went to his ear. “What about anticipation?”
He didn’t answer.
He pulled down the zip.
No, I wasn’t right. He did answer. That was his answer.
And I liked his answer.
Jeez. This sharing stuff was easy.
Or, at least, Ren made it be easy.
I hooked a leg around his thigh and slid my hands inside his jacket.
We’d never know if we gave it a couple of hours if the anticipation would have made it sweeter.
Then again, with the sweet Ren gave me, that would be impossible to beat.
Chapter Eleven
Come to Jesus
I slid up, then down, slowly filling myself with Ren.
Ren’s hands moving over the fabric of my new peach silk and cream lace nightie, his head back, his eyes moving over my face, my arms around his shoulders, the fingers of one hand in his hair, he murmured, “Faster, Ally.”
Riding him with him sitting up and close, number one of my five most favorite positions to do the nasty with Ren, I gave him what he wanted.
One of his hands slid down to cup my ass, the other one slid around my ribs to cup my breast over the silk and lace.
This was incentive to move even faster, so I did. I liked it a whole lot, my happy place clenched around Ren and my head fell back.
Both Ren’s hands gave me a squeeze. “Unh-unh, give me that,” he ordered, his voice rough.
I knew what he wanted.
He liked to watch.
I tipped my head forward, tried to focus and caught his even white teeth sinking into his full lower lip.