Page 48 of On My Side (Quiblings #3)

I inhale shakily as I step back so he can see me. All of me.

Instead of looking down like I expect him to, Ren surprises me by keeping his deep green eyes on mine.

“Sweetheart.” His voice is soft and filled with the devotion I’ve only heard in his audios.

“Nothing could make you less beautiful. You’re beautiful because you’re you. I love your body because I love you.”

That was rude as fuck because I want this man to look at my tits and get it over with but he’s reciting the most romantic and loveliest poetry, words I never dreamed I’d hear.

“Is it okay if I look?” he asks, and something about him asking for my consent despite me being the one initiating breaks me. He’s giving me an out.

“Yes,” I whisper, and my legs tremble as slowly his eyes move downward. I watch as his eyes land on my breasts and he exhales shakily.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Audrey, you’re perfect. How are you so perfect?”

It feels like my veins are filled with melted gold, spreading warmth from the top of my head to my toes. “Touch me, baby.”

His hand slowly moves up my side, my breath hitching when his thumb gently strokes the side of my breasts.

“I know they’re saggy and…” I begin.

“Audrey, they’re breasts. They nourished your daughter and yeah, they changed because of that, maybe in a way you don’t love.

But when I look at you, I see my best friend, the most caring and generous person I know.

The woman who gave her body for her daughter, when no one gave anything for her when she needed it.

I see generosity and care and tenderness and the fact that I get to be loved by you is better than anything I could have dreamt of. ”

He cups my breast in his hand, and I shiver as he swipes his thumb over my nipple, which puckers and aches at the attention. “Can I kiss you here, sweetheart?”

“Mmhmm,” I manage to say. He ducks his head and flicks my left nipple with his tongue while cupping the right in his hand, using his thumb to show the same care and attention.

I gasp at the sensation, so different from when I touch myself. I weave my fingers through his hair as he gently scrapes my nipple with his bottom teeth before sucking it into his mouth. I cry out. My god, I didn’t know this feeling existed until now, and I only want to experience it with him.

He gazes at me through his unfairly long lashes as he swirls his tongue around the aching peak, and I nod frantically to show him I’ll gladly take whatever he wants to give me.

He releases my nipple and lifts his head. He leans forward, brushing the tip of his nose against mine before he takes my lower lip between his.

This man makes me feel more alive and in tune with my body than I ever have.

This man loves me.

“Ren,” I whimper. “I need you, baby. Please.”

“You have me, sweetheart,” he answers, and while the sentiment is so sweet, that’s not what I meant.

How the do I tell him I need him to fuck me? I don’t want to wait until we’re back at the cottage, I need him inside me as soon as humanly possible.

“No, I… I want you inside me. Now.”

Okay, that wasn’t as hard as I’d thought it would be.

Ren freezes, and maybe I should’ve taken the time to find less forceful words.

“Sorry,” I say, embarrassed by how fucking needy I am for him. “I should…”

“Don’t you dare apologize for telling me what you want,” he says, voice husky and deep and reminding me of Sky.

But this isn’t Sky, this is Ren, the man I love, who is infinitely better than my fantasies.

“I left the condoms in the car. I was hoping this would happen soon and thought it would happen at your place and…” He trails off, his face reddening profusely.

I bite my lip to keep from smiling, but I don’t think it works. “I have an IUD, and you said you’ve been tested recently, right?

“Yeah,” Ren assures me. “You have, too?”

I nod.

“But I don’t want you to feel like you have to—”

“I want to,” I promise. “I want to feel you, all of you. Nothing between us anymore.”

He groans, pressing his lips violently against mine while he reaches behind himself to turn off the shower.

“That door leads to the bedroom,” Ren tells me, grabbing two towels from the linen closet and gesturing to a second door I hadn’t noticed.

He wraps me in the fluffiest towel I’ve ever felt, and I shuffle into his bedroom, a smile spreading across my face when I see even more Star Wars LEGO sets displayed. God, I love this man.

“Go lay down for me, sweetheart.” He presses against my back, using one hand to rest on my towel-covered belly, and the other to sweep my wet hair off my right shoulder.

It gives him access to my neck, which he immediately starts leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on. I’m cold, but quickly warmed by him.

“How can you tell me to do that when you’re doing this ?” My playful whine is quickly transformed into a gasp when he fists my hair at the roots and pulls my head back until our eyes lock.

“You’re going to lay down for me,” he says slowly, his voice deep and commanding, “because you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” My response is involuntary, and dripping with neediness the way my arousal is currently dripping down my thighs.

His cock hardens against my ass and I teasingly wiggle my ass against it.

“ Fuck ,” he groans, tilting his own head to the ceiling. “I think I like ‘sir.’”

“Silly boy. I’ve known you liked ‘sir.’” I step away from him and turn to face him. As I walk backwards towards his bed, I slowly untuck the towel, letting it fall to the ground. He curses, and his eyes are absolutely feral.

This is going to be so much fun.