Page 49 of On My Side (Quiblings #3)

Audrey

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I push myself back to the headboard and recline onto my back while Ren stands at the foot of the bed, gorgeous cock erect and eyes dancing over my body.

He exhales heavily and runs his hand over his face.

“I can’t believe I get to love you,” he says, voice disbelieving.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. ”

I shake my head. “You took your contacts out before showering, and you’re not wearing your glasses. You can’t possibly have an accurate view of me.”

He scoffs and reaches for the pair of glasses neatly folded on the bedside table. His breath hitches as he looks at me after putting them on. “It just made the view clearer, and I’ve truly, honestly, never seen anything as beautiful as you.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “You make me feel that beautiful.”

“Good.” He sits on the bed, and runs his hand over my hair. “I need to ask you a very serious, very important question.”

“Anything,” I whisper.

“Will you please sit on my face?”

I roll my eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”

“It’s not my fault I can never have enough of that pussy.” He follows the filthy comment with the sweetest puppy dog pout I’ve ever seen in my life.

I bite my lip. “I’m not thin, Ren.”

“Yes, I’ve officially seen you naked,” he agrees, a cheeky smirk on his face. “I can use lots of words to describe your body, but ‘thin’ is not one of them. Voluptuous. Curvaceous. Heavenly. Miraculous. Jaw-dropping…”

“Ren, I can’t sit on your face. I weigh too much.” I have to interrupt his list of adjectives he’d use to describe my body, apparently. I have to admit, it is making my cheeks pink.

He raises an eyebrow. “Not to make things weird, but I’ve done this with partners bigger than you without any problems. I’m not worried about you hurting me, Aud.

If you don’t want to, that’s fine, but don’t let it be because you think I can’t handle that perfect pussy on my mouth.

I can. I can handle all of you, I promise. ”

I exhale, reminding myself this man has done nothing but give me reasons to trust him. I sit up as he climbs on the bed and rolls onto his back, fluffing the pillow beneath his head. I straddle his hips and we both moan as my cunt brushes against his cock.

“You should take your time getting up here,” he teases, smirking cheekily as he bites his lower lip.

“You little brat,” I tease.

“Sweetheart, you know nothing about me is little— shit .” I cut off his gloating with a firm grind of my hips, and his hands find their way to them as well. “Never mind. Fuck taking your time. I need to taste you.”

I crawl up his body until I’m hovering over his face. His breath is hot on my cunt as he uses his thumbs to spread me. I shiver at the contact as he exhales a swear.

My thighs are already trembling when he wraps his arms around my thighs and buries his face in my pussy.

“Grab onto the headboard, sweetheart,” he says, voice muffled and vibrating against my already sensitive clit. The sensation makes me almost collapse. “I know you’ve listened to the audios I’ve done and know how to do this right. Stop hovering.”

I lower myself further onto him, because bossy Ren has melted my brain into goo, and any dominant streak I’ve had vaporizes. He groans as I lower my weight onto him, and while I’m obviously enjoying it, I think he may be enjoying it even more.

He licks and sucks, nips and circles, and digs his fingers into my thighs, all the while moaning with pleasure.

I loosen my grip on the headboard and lean back to watch him, planting my hands on either side of his thighs.

I can barely see him over my breasts and belly, but can see his eyes are closed and his hair is mussed.

He’s fucking blissed out. He opens his eyes, a hazy yet animalistic expression in them.

“Pretty boy,” I praise, digging my teeth into my lower lip. “This is what you wanted? To be smothered by my pussy and told how pretty you are while doing it?”

He groans again, eyes widening as he nods as best as he can in our current position. No one can say he’s not enthusiastic.

God, his enthusiasm feels good. Both for my body, but also my self-esteem.

This man not only loves the essence of me, my heart and everything else someone means when they say they love someone…

he loves my body and pleasing it. The same body I’ve hated, the same body that’s created life and nourished it, the body that’s carried me and taken care of me for over thirty years.

He sees what I haven’t, and he loves it so earnestly I think maybe I could learn to love it, too.

Ren lifts me off his face. “Fuck, sweetheart. You taste so good,” he gasps, beard and mustache soaked with my arousal.

“You’ve tasted me before,” I say, voice shaky.

“Not when you’ve loved me,” he says, that crooked smile back on his face. “Everything is different when you love me.”

My heart twists in my chest. He’s right.

It is different when I love him, when he loves me.

It’s like our love is fusing with lust and becoming one new emotion, one new desire.

While letting him find my fragile heart has been one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever done, he’s protecting that part of me well. We’re both taking care of my heart now.

He makes me new, makes me want new things. Old things, made new.

“Ren… I want you. Inside me,” I beg, absolutely hopeless for him.

His expression softens, no longer feral and animalistic. “You sure you don’t want me to wear a condom?”

My hand finds his hair, and I rake my fingers through his unruly waves. “I only want you.”

“I’ve never… uh. I’ve never had penetrative sex without a condom before.” His cheeks redden at the confession, like his face wasn’t just buried in my pussy.

“Oh!” I say, my own face heating. “That was… presumptive of me. I’m sorry, we can totally…”

“I want to, with you, though,” he interrupts. “Only you.”

I nod. “Me too.” I scoot myself backward until I’m straddling his hips, and he sits up, eyes never leaving mine. He cups my cheek gingerly, running his thumb over my lower lip. “Can I have you, sweetheart?” His voice is so gentle and earnest and it makes me want to implode.

“Yes,” I say, lowering my face to his and kissing him. It’s urgent and slow, languid and desperate, rough and gentle. A kiss made of contradictions and impossibilities. Kind of like us. “Yes,” I repeat, his fingertips tracing my curves until they curl around my hip.

“How do you want me?” He murmurs, brushing his nose against mine. “Do you have a favorite position?”

I pull away from him, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. “Ren, I’ve only ever done cramped missionary in the backseat of a Honda Civic. Anything different sounds amazing.”

He barks out a surprised laugh, deep and delighted.

“I think I can do that,” he says. “Any position in any audios that piqued your interest? ”

My entire body is heated by the blush creeping down my neck. “I’ve… I’ve always been curious about being fucked from behind,” I admit. I hate the shame filling my entire body with my confession, like the shame I experienced when pregnant is returning and filling me to the brim.

Ren notices, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest, and running his hand down my hair.

“I hate that sex can still make me feel like this,” I whisper, fighting the tears filling my eyes. “I hate it.”

“I know,” he soothes, his hand moving from my hair to my upper back, rubbing calming circles on it. “We don’t have to do anything tonight if you’re not ready. I’m willing to wait until you’re comfortable if you—”

“I’m tired of letting fear and shame and anxiety call the shots,” I interrupt, voice cracking. “I’m sick of hiding and not doing the things I want to do, live the life I want to live.”

“The things you want to do? Liiiike me?” he says in a teasing tone, and I can’t help but crack a smile.

“I certainly want to do you. But, like… even going out with you in public. Or going out in public in general. Loving you. Letting myself be loved by you.” I melt even more somehow when he presses his lips to the crown of my head. “I want to live, Ren. I want to love and…”

“Laugh?” he offers.

“What?”

“You want to live, laugh, love?”

This time, I don’t try to stop the eyeroll. “Dweeb.”

“I wanna make you smile, Aud. Your brain’s being so mean to you, and I want to love you and make you smile through it.”

I lift my head and meet his eyes. “I want to have sex with you. I don’t… my anxiety is the one that doesn’t.”

“Are you anxious you’ll get pregnant again?” he asks, voice kind.

I think about it for a moment, surprised at the answer I find. “No,” I say slowly. “No… I’ve always wanted more kids, always wanted someone to build a family with. I couldn’t do it on my own again, but I’m not on my own anymore. I have you.”

I cup his cheek with my hand and he leans into it, the pressure of his presence calming.

“I mean… I’d rather wait a bit. Like, maybe when Piper’s in college.

But I think that’s something I might want.

With you. If you want it. And the thing is…

the unexpected seems less terrifying when I have you to hold my hand when I navigate it. ”

“I want that with you, too.” he says softly, and my heart blooms in my chest. “I’d get you pregnant right now if you’d let me.”

“Okay, breeding kink,” I tease. “Settle down.”

His smile is radiant. “I told you, I’ll wear a condom if you want me to. But I’m gonna be honest with you, Aud, the idea of filling you and watching your body grow our next baby.” Ren exhales heavily and shakes his head. “It’s doing it for me.”

I kiss him to shut him up, because to be completely honest, it’s doing it for me, too.

“Also, I should let you know I’m not going to fuck you,” Ren murmurs against my lips.

“It’s gonna be slow and luxurious. I’m going to take my time giving you exactly what you need, learning what makes you make those pretty noises for me.

I’m going to learn your body the same way I learned the piano, discovering what sound each touch elicits. ”

I shiver, unbelievably turned on by this man and his filthy mouth. The filthy mouth that makes so many people come, gives so many people pleasure.

Tonight, he’s all mine.