Page 54 of On My Side (Quiblings #3)

Tears are streaming down my face as his hands move again, lightly tracing the sides of my breasts.

“You literally nourished her with this body, Aud.” He says it like he’s witnessed a miracle.

“Your body took care of her, and you.” He gently turns me towards him, cupping my face and leaning forward to kiss away my tears.

“Can you look at yourself that way? With a neutral attitude towards your body’s functionality? ”

I peer out of his embrace, making eye contact with myself. I try to see myself the way he described me, see my body as something that created my favorite human, the body that allowed me to nourish and hold her and stroke her hair when she’s sad.

While I don’t feel one hundred percent better, I can acknowledge what my body has done not only for me, but for the daughter I love so much.

I squeeze Ren tighter and bury my face into his chest, inhaling the scent that is as safe and familiar as my own home. “Thank you,” I whisper.

“I know it doesn’t fix everything, but I hope it helped a little,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

“It did,” I tell him, tipping my head to peer at him. “But honestly, when you told me to strip, I expected it to be sexual.”

He blinks at me in surprise. “Would me sexualizing you while you sobbed about your body have been helpful?” He sounds genuinely curious, like he’s making note of how to deal with the situation in the future.

“No, but I’m not sobbing now, am I?” I say slowly, because what’s more arousing than an emotionally intelligent and sensitive man? I drag the tip of my index finger along his sternum, knowing my cheeks are tearstained and eyes puffy beneath my glasses.

He rests his hands on my hips, squeezing gently. “You want me to tell you the parts of you that make my cock ache, sweetheart?”

I dig my teeth into my bottom lip to stifle my moan. Is it ridiculously embarrassing that I'm horny as hell after my little mental breakdown?

Yes, but that doesn’t stop me.

“Can I take your bra and underwear off?” Ren asks, slipping his finger between my shoulder and bra strap.

“Please,” I say, not caring how desperate I sound. I am desperate. I reach behind me to lock the door. “Was Piper wearing her headphones?”

“Yes,” he answers breathily, reaching behind me and undoing my bra.

“Excellent,” I respond as I lower my arms, the fabric falling to the floor.

Next comes my underwear, which he gets to his knees to pull down. I lift each foot and shudder when he lifts the fabric to his face, inhaling deeply.

“I like when you do that,” I admit, feeling my blush covering my body.

“Good,” he says simply, looking at me like I’m the sun appearing after a rainstorm. “I like doing it.”

I open my mouth to say something, but he’s on his feet, angling my head and kissing me hard enough to make me wonder if my lips will bruise.

“This mouth,” he murmurs, tracing my lips with his thumb after pulling away. “This mouth kisses me like I’ve never been kissed. This mouth sucks my cock like she’s trying to suck out my soul.”

My cheeks burn and I glance away, but he firmly clasps my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him. “Uh-uh,” he says darkly, and I know he’s in charge. “You wanted this, sweetheart. You’re gonna take it for me like a good girl.”

“Yes, sir,” I promise.

He kisses me again, one hand tracing down my body, the other on my waist. I gasp and jolt when he cups my pussy and gently squeezes. “This cunt? The prettiest, tightest cunt I’ve ever fucked.”

I bury my face in his neck. “ Ren .”

He spins me so I’m facing the mirror, moving his hand from my waist to my neck, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure to make me even wetter. “Look at yourself.”

And I do, I see chest heaving, body flushed, nipples peaked.

I see myself how he sees me when he fucks me.

I look hot .

Ren parts me and uses one finger to circle my clit, not quite touching me where I’m desperate for him. He lifts his hand and I take his fingers into my mouth. “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he murmurs into my ear, and I shiver, releasing his fingers.

“Your ass, your hips, these goddamn thighs…” He groans, tracing over each part of my body as he says it, the wet warmth of my spit on his fingers lingering after his touch. “I can’t believe I get to touch them, hold them while you fuck me.”

He hesitates, his hands lingering below my breasts.

I love him so much when his eyes meet mine in the mirror, uncertain and waiting for my consent.

“Yes,” I breathe, and his hands cup my breasts, gently squeezing and massaging.

He traces his thumb over my already hard nipples, somehow making them tighten even further.

“Your breasts…” I can’t tell if his voice is awestruck, or pain stricken.

Maybe both. “I will never forgive the piece of shit who made you think these are anything less than perfect. That you are anything less than perfect. It feels like my hands were made to hold them. Like my mouth was made to kiss them.” He pauses, like he’s not sure if he should say what he wants to.

He leans in closer, his facial hair scratchy against the shell of my ear. “My cock made to fuck them.”

My knees go weak at his words, and thank god this man is holding me, because otherwise I’d be a boneless heap on the ground. “ Fuck ,” I moan, leaning my head against my shoulder.

He smirks, playfully twisting my nipples. “You like that, sweetheart? You want me to fuck those pretty tits of yours?”

“Yes,” I whimper helplessly. “So much.”

“One day I will,” he promises, kissing my cheek.

“Why not today?” I ask, and he freezes mid-nipple pinch, his face buried in my hair.

“What?” he says in the highest pitch I’ve ever heard come out of his mouth.

I feel so empowered after that, sensual and sure of what my body does to him. I step out of his embrace and turn to face him. His eyes are wide and face pale.

“You want to… now?” he squeaks.

“Is my pretty boy all talk?” I tease, reaching to cup his face in my hands.

He shakes his hands frantically. “No, I meant it. I really meant it.” His eyes drift towards my breasts, and I angle his face to mine. He gulps.

“Be a good boy for me, baby,” I say sweetly. “There’s lube in my nightstand drawer.”

I’m certain it takes less than a second for him to get the lube and come back, white knuckling the small bottle in his hands.

I get to my knees, tucking my hair behind my ears as he sits on the edge of the bed. “I’ve never done this before,” he admits bashfully.

I smile at him, running my hands over his thighs. “Me neither,” I whisper. “It’s kind of cool we still get to be nervous about a few firsts together, huh?”

He leans down to capture my lips with his, gently sucking on my lower lip. He shakes his head in wonder as he pulls away. “I can’t believe this is real. I can’t believe you’re real.”

I push my breasts together, lifting them as I arch my back for him.

He opens his mouth, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he grips his length through his jeans. “You’re sure?”

“Please,” I whimper, losing grip on any control I had.

Breath heavy, Ren frees his gorgeous cock from his pants, hard as hell and pre-cum dripping from the head. He leans forward, drizzling lube on the tops of my breasts, and watching in wonder as I spread the liquid.

“I can’t believe you’re real,” he repeats, shaking his head as I lift my breasts again.

“You’ve said that already,” I whisper, my smile crooked.

“It bears repeating. Over, and over, and over again.” He bites his lip and fists the base of his cock. I lean forward, enveloping his hardness between my breasts, both of us gasping at the sensation.

I gaze up at him as I squeeze my tits around him, lifting and lowering them, a thrill running through my entire body at the ecstasy on his face. I want more of it, more of his pleasure, more of him losing his mind.

The next time I lower my tits, I take the head of his cock between my lips, eyes still intent on him as he lets out a strangled moan.

I release his cock with a pop . “You have to be quiet, baby,” I say. “Noise cancelling headphones aren’t foolproof.” I dig my hand into his pocket, pulling out the lacy underwear I indulged in a few weeks ago.

Ren immediately catches on, taking the fabric from me and putting it in his mouth. “Good boy,” I praise, pumping his cock with my tits before I suck on the head again. He groans, muffled by my underwear, and leans back on his elbows, fisting the comforter so tightly his knuckles turn white.

This man continually has turned me on, but I can’t remember the last time I was this wet.

I can feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs, my cunt screaming for attention.

My movements become more frantic, and, god, he loves it, whimpering and gasping.

“Eyes on me,” I instruct. “I want you to watch when you come on my face.”

His eyes widen as a mix between a whimper and a groan escapes from his mouth. When I think he’s about to come, he’s lurching forward, pulling my glasses off my face. I’m so surprised by the action that the spurts of cum take me by surprise, landing on my cleavage and face.

He pulls me onto the bed with his superhuman strength. I squint through my cum-covered lashes as he whips his shirt over his head and uses it to wipe my face.

When he’s finished, I open my eyes and my gaze immediately meets his. His face spreads into the softest, warmest smile.

“You stole my glasses!” I tease, jabbing my index finger into his bare chest.

He rolls his eyes and returns my glasses to me. “I mean, personally , I’d hate getting cum on mine, but I’ll remember you don’t hate it for next time.”

I smirk at him. “‘Next time’? You’re so confident there’s a ‘next time’ you’ll come on my face?”

He doesn’t answer right away, tracing my collarbone with his thumb and bringing it to my lips. I open to take it into my mouth, but instead he rubs the cum from his thumb onto my lips. When he pulls his hand away, I lick my lips, tasting the saltiness.

This time, it’s his turn to smirk. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pulling me into him and pressing his lips to my forehead. “I’m pretty sure there will be a next time. But for right now…”

I gasp as he buries his head between my thighs. This time, I’m putting my underwear in my own mouth to keep myself quiet.