Chapter 11

 

She woke abruptly, unsure of what had wakened her. She was still pressed up against Ren, his arm around her and his hand resting against her hip, and she peered at him in the dim light. His chest was rising in slow and even breaths, and sleep had made his face younger.

She had no idea what time it was but the fire was low in the fireplace and she was feeling more like herself. Rain still beat against the window, she could hear it even through the shutters, but lying in Ren’s bed with his heart beating solidly against her palm made her feel safe despite the horrors of the night. She studied his face in the flickering light from the fire. She stared at the scar on his chin and the one that ran under his jaw and wondered how he had gotten them.

She reached up and traced first the one on his jaw and then the one on his chin. He opened his eyes and smiled at her.

“Hi.”

“Hi. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I’m a light sleeper. Hazard of the job.” He replied.

“How did you get these?” She traced the scar on his chin again.

“Fell out of a tree when I was eleven.”

“Did you need stitches?”

“Yes. Four on my chin and seven on my jaw.”

She lifted her head and kissed the scar on his jaw lightly. He inhaled sharply and his hand tightened briefly on her hip.

It seemed natural to move her lips to his mouth and so she did. She kissed his firm lips lightly, a slow beat of desire rippling through her when he kissed her back for a brief moment.

“Charlotte – stop, honey.” He whispered.

“Why? Don’t you want me?” She asked.

“You know I do. But, I’m not sure this is the best time to – “

“It is.” She interrupted.

She kissed him again, her tongue licking at his mouth. “Please, Ren.”

With a quiet groan he rolled her on to her back and hovered over her.

He began to kiss her, slow and soft brushes of his mouth against hers, until the heat was coursing through her body. She kneaded his shoulders with her hands and opened her mouth wide, silently urging him to kiss her deeper and harder. When he finally slipped his tongue into her mouth, her hips arched against him and she moaned encouragingly. He continued to kiss her, not letting his hands touch her and keeping himself perfectly still while she thrust her hips against him. Her core was soaking wet; her thighs damp with her need and her want, and she couldn’t understand why he wasn’t touching her and taking her in the way she so obviously wanted.

“Ren, please.” She finally whispered.

He hesitated. “Charlotte, I think this might be a bad idea. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you and I – “

She muttered a curse under her breath and pushed at his chest. “Get off me, Ren.”

He rolled off of her, his eyes dark with worry and regret, and onto his back. “Honey, it’s not that I don’t want to make love to you. It’s just – “

She pushed the covers back, stared hungrily at his erect cock and straddled him before he could sit up. Her wet pussy rubbed against his cock and he groaned loudly, his hips rising up before he could stop them.

She grinned with satisfaction, grabbed his cock and impaled herself on it. He cried out, his hands closing in tight fists around the bed sheets as she braced her hands on his chest and pushed herself down until she was filled completely. She yanked her shirt over her head and he stared greedily at her small, pert breasts as she took his hands and placed them on her breasts. He immediately rubbed her nipples, his nostrils flaring when she threw her head back and arched her back. He pulled and pinched them lightly until she leaned over and guided one breast to his mouth. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, rubbing his tongue across it with a roughness that had her toes curling. She pulled away, the pleasure of his warm, sweet mouth suddenly too much.

She stared down at him as he put his hands on her hips and held her steady before rocking his pelvis against her. Her hands traced his tattoos and the small scar on his chest before she lightly pinched his flat nipple. He jerked against her and she gasped as his hard cock thickened within her.

“You feel so good inside of me, Ren.” She whispered as she rose up and down his thick shaft in a slow rippling motion. She braced her hands on his chest and rode him hard, her head thrown back and her small breasts thrust outwards. Her nipples were taut and begging for his touch and he reached up and tugged on them lightly.

Her pussy fluttered enticingly and then she was stiffening, her core clamping down and rippling around him as she climaxed hard around his cock. He bit the inside of his cheek and his hands dug into her hips as she shook and shivered on top of him.

When she had collapsed weakly against him, he rolled her onto her back and nestled his large body between her thighs. She spread her legs wide and gave him a soft smile as her small hand reached between them and gripped his cock.

He groaned loudly and she smiled again and guided him into her. He eased in, his eyes closing at the feel of her wet tightness, and made himself move slowly. She was small and fragile, and he was a little afraid that his body weight would crush her. He briefly considered rolling on to his back again but then she was hooking her lean thighs around his hips and drawing him deeper into her.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered into his ear as her hands threaded through his hair.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He groaned.

She snorted softly. “I’m tougher than I look, Detective.”

She squeezed her pussy around him drawing a low moan from his throat. He pushed in deeply until his entire cock was sheathed within her and she made a soft cooing noise of pleasure into his ear.

“That’s right, Ren. Just like that.” She murmured. “Make me feel good. Please, honey.”

He moaned at her softly-uttered endearment and began to plunge in and out of her. She arched her hips and tightened her thighs around him.

Charlotte braced her feet on the bed and gripped Ren’s broad shoulders. He was moving faster and harder now, and his breathing was ragged as he propped himself above her and sweat beaded on his brow.

She stared up at him, her dark eyes liquid pools of warm need, and urged him on with soft cries and moans. She knew he was holding back, could feel it in the tense muscles of his shoulders and the way he didn’t quite let himself sink fully into her, and she reached up and stroked his face with her fingertips.

“Don’t hold back, honey.” She whispered. “I won’t break.”

He groaned at her words and thrust deeply into her as her body yielded beneath him. He reached between them and his rough fingers found her clit. She cried out, her hips arching upwards as he stroked and rubbed the swollen, wet nub.

“Oh God, oh Ren, oh please…” She moaned.

He kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue seeking out hers as she tensed under him and then cried out into his mouth as her body stiffened and her pussy clamped down hard on him. The muscles of her pussy milked his hard length as she came and he was helpless to stop his own climax.

He collapsed against her, his breath warm and harsh against her throat, and buried his face into the curve of her shoulder. She wrapped her limbs around him as he kissed her fragrant skin repeatedly before finally rolling off of her.

She curled up onto her side, grabbing his arm and pulling him into her until he was spooning her.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked anxiously as he pushed her hair back and kissed her temple gently.

“Of course not.” She murmured sleepily. “I told you – I’m tougher than I look, Ren.”

“I believe you.” He cupped one small breast and buried his face into her back as she sighed softly and closed her eyes.