Sinful

Jake

I stood by the bed, watching Matt dress for work. Renee lay before me, naked and trembling, her wrists clutching the bedpost.

Matt zipped his fly and turned to me. "Be gentle with her." His lips curled into a smirk. "At first."

The door clicked shut behind him. I peeled off my clothes, eyes tracing the curve of Renee's hips, the swell of her breasts. My c**k hardened at the sight of her, splayed out and helpless. All mine.

I climbed onto the bed and ran a finger down her inner thigh. She jerked, a broken moan escaping her lips.

"J-Jake..."

I slid my hand between her legs, slick folds parting around my fingers. She was drenched already. "You want this, don't you?" I whispered, circling her c**t. "You're aching for me."

Her back arched off the bed as she struggled for breath. "Yes... God, yes..."

I eased my fingers away, ignoring her whimper of protest. "Beg for it."

"Please..." She twisted her body, trying in vain to rub her thighs together. "Please, Jake, I need you..."

My c**k throbbed, nearly painfully hard. Still, I held back, sliding just the tip of one finger inside her. "Need me to do what?"

She shuddered, hands balling into fists. "I need you to f**k me. Please... I'm so close..."

I slid my finger out again, glistening with her wetness. My pulse raced as I watched her squirm and plead, the ache between my legs nearly unbearable.

Not yet. She wasn't desperate enough. I traced slow, teasing circles over her c**t again, grinning as she bucked and sobbed.

"Please, please let me come..." Her eyes were wild, lips bitten and swollen. "I'll do anything, just please..."

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore either. I positioned myself between her legs and thrust into her with one hard stroke.

She cried out, back arching off the bed as I moved. I braced myself on the mattress and drove into her again and again, our moans mingling together. Her inner walls gripped me like a vice, rippling around my c**k, and I knew she was close.

I slipped a hand between us to rub her c**t in fast, rough circles. "Come for me," I growled. "Now."

Her o****m hit her like a storm, a broken wail tearing from her throat. I kept moving as she came undone around me, her legs shaking, and then my own release crashed over me in a blinding wave of pleasure.

We lay there panting for a long moment, my heart pounding against my ribs. I reached up to undo the scarves still binding her wrists and pulled her into my arms.

"You're amazing," I whispered, brushing her damp hair away from her face. She curled up against me with a sleepy smile.

"So are you."

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, I gently untangled myself from her embrace. "Shower?"

"Mhm." She yawned and stretched, the ache between her legs hopefully a pleasant reminder. "Help me up."

I helped her to her feet, and we stumbled into the bathroom, turning on the water as hot as we could stand it. We washed each other slowly, hands gliding over slick, sensitive skin, exchanging lazy kisses under the stream. As the water cascaded down our bodies, I couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming desire for her. The way her body melted into mine was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist the urge to explore every inch of her again.

I trailed my lips along her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin. Renee moaned softly, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. It was a sound that sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me. I couldn't wait any longer. I lifted her and pinned her against the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around me. Our bodies fit together perfectly, moving in perfect harmony as our desires collided. We moved slowly at first, savoring every moment, every touch, every sensation. But as our passion grew, so did our need for each other. Our movements became faster, harder, and more urgent.

Our moans echoed off the tiled walls as we reached new heights of pleasure, lost in the moment and consumed by the intensity of our desire. As the water began to cool, we reluctantly pulled away from each other, catching our breath and gazing into each other's eyes.

"I love you," Renee whispered, brushing her lips against mine.

"I love you more."

By the time we finally emerged, wrinkled and drowsy, the bedroom was filled with golden sunlight. I pulled Renee into my arms again, breathing in the clean scent of her hair.

"I should probably get going soon," I said quietly. As much as I wanted to stay here all day, I had responsibilities to get back to.

She sighed, tightening her arms around my waist. "I know." A wistful smile. "But this was nice."

"It was." I tilted her chin up for a soft, lingering kiss, then stepped back and twirled her around, smacking her bare ass. Renee squealed, sticking her tongue out at me. "Get dressed," I insisted. "I'll whip up some food."

Downstairs, I started a pot of coffee and scrambled some eggs while toast browned in the toaster. Renee came down a few minutes later, dressed in one of my t-shirts and a pair of panties. She wrapped her arms around me from behind, resting her cheek against my back. "Smells good."

"Hungry?" I asked, flipping the eggs.

"Mhm. Famished." She squeezed me gently, then went to set the table.

We ate in a comfortable silence, ankles tangled together under the table, exchanging occasional smiles. It felt so normal, so natural, being here with her like this. If I could stay in this moment forever, I would. But time was passing, and duty called. I rinsed our plates and mugs in the sink, drying my hands on a towel. Renee met me in the living room, slipping her hands into my jacket pockets.

"I should get ready for work, too, I guess."

"Yeah." I smiled down at her, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Back to the real world."