Chapter 1: Introduction
The morning sunshine sneaking through on Ren face was as unwelcome as a hangover. He groaned, rolling over to bury his head under his pillow. It was no use; the sun was relentless, and so was the sound of Alice's laughter echoing from downstairs. He could practically see her, hair a mess of red curls, eyes sparkling with mischief as she slowly ascended from the stair to his bedroom .
Ren exhaled sharply, his fingers digging into the edge of the mattress. He knew that sound. That laugh. The one that could make his chest ache with something he refused to name, even to himself. He had heard it a thousand times before, but today, it felt different. It felt like the first crack in a dam he’d spent years keeping under control.
The door creaked open, and Alice stepped inside, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor. She was wearing one of his hoodies, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and her cheeks were flushed from whatever ridiculous game she’d been playing with her friends downstairs.
Her eyes, as green as the first leaves of spring, landed on him, and she grinned, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she singsonged, her voice as bright as the sun streaming through the window. "I thought you were going to sleep the day away."
Ren grunted, pulling the pillow tighter around his head. "I was planning to," he muttered, his voice muffled.
Alice chuckled, crossing the room in a few quick strides. She yanked the pillow away, leaving Ren blinking in the sudden light. "Come on, Ren.
You know you’re not allowed to sleep in on a Saturday," Alice said, her voice teasing but warm. She plopped down on the edge of his bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. "Besides, I brought you coffee. Black. Just like you like it."
Ren groaned again, pushing himself up to a sitting position. "You’re insufferable. Just let me sleep ," Ren mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand, his dark lashes casting shadows over his sharp cheekbones. He was still half-asleep, his voice thick with irritation, but there was no real bite to it—just the usual weariness of dealing with Alice’s relentless energy.
Alice leaned forward, balancing the coffee cup on her knee, the steam curling around her fingers. "You’re insufferable too," she shot back, grinning, her red hair catching the light like a flame. "But you love it." She held the cup out, and Ren sighed, reaching for it without another word.
His fingers brushed against hers, and he felt a jolt, like a spark igniting. He pulled his hand back quickly, hiding the reaction behind a sip of coffee. It was hot, bitter, just the way he liked it. Just the way she knew he liked it.
Alice watched him, her head tilted slightly to the side, her eyes curious. "You're quiet today," she commented, her voice softening. "Not that you're usually a chatterbox, but you seem... different."
Ren shrugged, avoiding her gaze. "What do you mean quite, I've always been quite ," he said, his voice low and rough. He took another sip of coffee, letting the heat ground him. The way Alice was looking at him made his chest tighten, like he was standing too close to a fire.
Alice smirked, leaning in just a little closer. "Yeah, yeah. Like a ghost. Like you're not even here." She reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear, her fingers lingering just a second too long. "You're always here, Ren. You're just... distant sometimes."
Ren exhaled sharply, his breath catching. He wanted to pull away, but his body didn’t listen.
The warmth of her fingers still burned against his skin, and the scent of her—something sweet and citrusy, like the shampoo she used—filled his senses. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.
Alice’s smile softened, her playful teasing fading into something quieter. "You’re thinking too hard," she murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You always do that."
Ren’s fingers twitched, almost reaching for her again, but he stopped himself. "I’m not thinking," he lied, his voice rougher than he intended.
She tilted her head, studying him like she could see the gears turning behind his eyes.
"Yeah, you are," she said, her voice dropping another octave, playful teasing replaced by something warmer, more intimate. "You’re always thinking. Like you’re trying to solve some puzzle no one else can see."
Ren’s chest tightened. He hated when she was right. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," he said, but his fingers flexed against the blanket, the urge to touch her growing stronger.
Alice didn’t back away. Instead, she scooted closer, her knee pressing against his. "You’re lying," she said, her breath warm against his ear. "I know that look.
That *thinking* look," Alice murmured, her voice soft and low, the kind of whisper that made Ren’s pulse quicken. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the side of his face, tracing the sharp angle of his jaw. "You’re always overanalyzing everything, Ren. Like the world’s too loud and you’re just trying to figure out how to make it quieter."
Ren’s breath hitched. He should’ve pulled away. He *knew* he should’ve. But his body didn’t listen—not when her fingers were warm against his skin, not when the scent of her shampoo—something fresh and floral—filled his senses, making his head spin. "So what are you thinking Ren-kun ?" she whispered, her voice dropping into that low, teasing tone that always made his pulse race. The "-kun" was an old nickname she’d given him when they were kids, something she only used when she wanted to push him out of his comfort zone.
Ren swallowed hard, his fingers curling into the blanket. "Nothing," he said, but his voice was rough, uneven. He knew she didn’t believe him. Alice never did.
She leaned in just a little closer, her breath brushing against his ear. "Liar," she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of it. "You’re always thinking about something. Something important. Something that makes you forget to breathe." Alice suddenly stopped as her hand accidentally touch something hard beneath the blanket. She glanced down, her eyes widening slightly, as she saw something standing underneath his blanket
. She looked up at Ren, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. "Ren, are you...?" she started, her voice trailing off, her eyes darting back to the blanket.
Ren's eyes widened, realizing what she must have felt. He quickly pulled the blanket up to his chest, his face turning a shade of red that matched Alice's. "Alice, it's not what you think," he stammered, his voice suddenly high-pitched.
Alice raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, really? Because it feels like it's exactly what I think," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Ren groaned, burying his face in his hands. Alice try to pulled away the blanket off at him, and saw he sleep with only a shirt on, without any pants and saw his arousing cock standing tall and proud. "Alice, stop it," Ren said, trying to pull the blanket back over himself, but Alice was too quick. She laughed, a sound that was both playful and embarrassed. "Ren, you can't just... wake up like that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks flaming red.
Ren sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't plan it, Alice. It just... happens," he said, his voice gruff. He looked at her, his eyes serious. "It's not like I can control it."
Alice bit her lip, her eyes darting between Ren and his... situation. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She had seen him naked before, back then when they were kids, but this—this was different. This was Ren, fully grown, his body lean and strong, his skin flushed with heat, his dark hair tousled from sleep. His cock was thick, the tip already glistening with moisture, and her stomach twisted with a mix of embarrassment and something else—something she couldn’t name.
Alice’s fingers hovered over the blanket, her breath shallow. She had never seen him like this before. Never seen him *want* like this. The realization hit her like a wave, and she felt her face heat further.
Intrusive thoughts begin to overwhelmed her,
her mind racing with images of what she had seen. She had seen Ren’s body before, of course, but never like this—never with him so exposed, so *alive*. The way his chest rose and fell with his uneven breathing, the way his fingers clenched into the blanket as if he was fighting something inside himself. The way his cock pulsed, the veins visible beneath the flushed skin.
Alice’s throat tightened. She had never been this close to him like this. Never felt this… *raw*. She had always thought of him as her best friend, her partner in mischief, the one person who understood her in a way no one else did.
But this... this was different. This was Ren, not as the boy she had grown up with, but as a man. A man who wanted her.
Alice's eyes flicked up to meet Ren's gaze, and she saw the same realization reflected in his eyes. He was thinking about it too. About the way they were looking at each other, about the heat that was building between them, about the fact that they were both very much aware of what was happening.
Ren's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers. "Alice," he started, his voice hoarse, "I... I didn't mean for you to see that."
Alice bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. Her intrusive thoughts won her over, and grabbed Ren cock , her fingers wrapping around it, her touch hesitant but curious. She had never done this before. She had never touched a man like this, let alone Ren. But the way he was looking at her—like he was waiting for permission—made her bold. His eyes widened slightly, his fingers tightening into the blanket. "Alice," he whispered, his voice rough and uneven. "What are you doing?"
She didn't answer right away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "I just wanted to see," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Her fingers tightened slightly, and Ren's breath hitched, his body tensing. Alice felt a thrill at the reaction, a spark of something she didn't quite understand igniting in her chest. She had never felt this kind of power before, never felt this kind of control over someone else's body, someone else's desire.
Ren's eyes fluttered closed, his head tilting back slightly, exposing the long line of his throat. Alice could see the pulse at the base of his neck, could see the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. She felt a surge of courage, her fingers moving tentatively, exploring the length of him, the weight of him.
His skin was warm, almost feverish, and she could feel the pulse beneath his touch. Alice’s breath hitched as she realized what she was doing. She had never been this close to him, never touched him like this—never *wanted* to touch him like this.
Ren’s fingers dug into the blanket, his body trembling slightly. "Alice," he whispered, his voice strained, his eyes still closed. "What are we doing—"
She cut him off with a kissed , her lips pressing against the sensitive skin just below his ear. The sound of his breath catching was music to her ears, and she felt a thrill run through her. She had always known Ren was different from the others, but this—this was something else entirely. This was Ren, fully awake, fully alive, and fully *hers*.
His fingers twitched against the blanket, and she knew he was fighting the urge to touch her. She could feel it in the way his body was tense, in the way his breath hitched every time she brushed her lips against his skin. She wanted to see him lose control, wanted to see the boy she’d known since childhood finally surrender to something he couldn’t resist.
She wanted to see him *want* her, the way she’d wanted him for so long.
Ren’s breath hitched again, his body tensing even further. Alice could feel the heat radiating off him, could feel the way his body was trembling with the effort of holding back. She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his, and she saw the struggle in them. The desire. The fear.
“Ren,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “It’s okay. You can touch me.”
His eyes widened slightly, and she saw the moment he gave in. His hand reached up, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her closer.
Their lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss, all teeth and tongues and desperation. Alice moaned into his mouth, her body pressing against his, her hands exploring the hard planes of his chest. Ren's hands were everywhere, his touch urgent and insistent, like he was trying to memorize every inch of her.
Alice's breath hitched as his hands found the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she felt her nipples harden in the cool air, felt Ren's breath catch as he took in the sight of her.
It wasn't long for them, to become fully naked, kissing and stroking each other genitals. Alice was stroking his cock, and Ren was fingering her pussy . Their bodies were slick with sweat and desire, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Ren's fingers worked inside her, circling her clit with his thumb. Alice moaned, her head falling back against the pillow while stroking his cock faster. "Alice what are we doing touching each other like this," Ren asked, his voice hoarse with desire. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't want to stop."
Ren's swallow hard, he's eye's darkened with desire. "Neither do I," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers continued their slow, steady rhythm, his thumb circling her clit, making her gasp and arch into his touch. Alice's hand tightened around his cock, her strokes becoming faster, more urgent. She could feel him pulsing in her hand, could feel the way his body was tensing, the way he was fighting to hold back.
"Alice," he groaned, his head tilting back, his eyes closing. "I'm going to—"
She cut him off with a kiss, her lips pressing against his, her tongue sliding into his mouth.
He groaned, his body tensing, his fingers digging into her hip. She could feel him pulsing in her hand, could feel the way his body was trembling with the effort of holding back.
She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice low and husky. "Let go, Ren. I want to see you."
His eyes fluttered closed, his head tilting back, his body tensing even further. She felt him pulse in her hand, felt the hot, sticky warmth of his release coating her fingers. She stroked him through it, her touch gentle, her eyes never leaving his face.
Ren's body trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes still closed. Alice felt a surge of tenderness, a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the heat of their bodies. She had seen Ren like this before—vulnerable, exposed—but never like this. Never with his guard down, never with his desire laid bare.
She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He opened his eyes, his gaze meeting hers, and she saw the moment he realized what had happened. His eyes widened slightly, a flush creeping up his neck, and he pulled away, his body tensing.
Alice’s fingers were still slick with his release, and she watched as he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. The air between them was thick with something unspoken, something electric and raw.
Ren exhaled sharply, his fingers brushing against her wrist, pulling her hand away. "Alice," he murmured, his voice rough, his eyes flickering between her face and the mess on her fingers. "I didn’t mean for this to happen."
She bit her lip, her chest tight. She had never seen him like this—so exposed, so *real*. And now that she had, she couldn’t unsee it. Couldn’t pretend it hadn’t happened.
Not after the way his body had tensed under her touch, not after the way his breath had hitched when she’d whispered his name. Alice swallowed hard, her fingers still tingling from the heat of him. She had never touched anyone like that before—not like this, not with such intensity. Not with Ren.
His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening. "I shouldn’t have let you—"
"Stop," she said, her voice softer than she intended, but firm. She didn’t want him to pull away now. Not when she was still reeling from the way his body had reacted to her. Not when she was still trying to process the fact that she had done this—*with him*.
Alice’s fingers twitched, as if they could still feel the heat of his skin, the way his cock had pulsed in her grip. She had never been so bold before. Never so *wanted* before.
Ren’s breath came in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His dark hair was tousled, his jaw clenched tight, and Alice could see the faint flush of embarrassment—or maybe it was something else—creeping up his neck. She had never seen him like this. Not like this.
She reached out, her fingers brushing against his wrist, her touch hesitant but warm. "Ren," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Her fingers hovered over his wrist, unsure if she should pull away or stay. He was still breathing hard, his chest rising and falling with each ragged inhale. The way his muscles flexed beneath her touch made her stomach twist with a mix of nerves and something else—something she couldn’t quite name. It was like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, and every second she stayed there, the drop became more terrifying and more thrilling at the same time.
Ren’s eyes flickered open, dark and intense. He looked at her, his gaze searching, as if he were trying to read something in her expression.
Alice held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know what she wanted him to see—what she wanted him to understand. All she knew was that she didn't want this moment to end. Not yet.
Ren's fingers twitched beneath her touch, and she saw the moment he made his decision. He reached up, his hand wrapping around her wrist, pulling her hand away from his. But instead of pushing her away, he used his grip to pull her closer, until she was straddling his lap, her knees on either side of his hips.
Alice gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. She could feel him, hot and hard against her, and she blushed, realizing that he was still...
*aroused*. She had never been this close to him before, never felt him like this—hard and wanting, pressed against her. She could feel the heat of him, even through the thin fabric of her panties, and it made her stomach twist with a mix of nerves and something else—something she couldn't quite name.
Ren's hands were on her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding her in place. His eyes were dark, his gaze intense, and Alice felt her breath catch in her throat. She had never seen him like this—so *focused*, so *intense*.
It was like he was trying to memorize every inch of her, like he was trying to burn her into his memory. Alice's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She had never felt so *seen* before. So *wanted*.
Ren's fingers tightened on her hips, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just below her navel. She shivered, her body arching into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. She could feel the heat of him, even through the thin fabric of her panties, and it made her stomach twist with a mix of nerves and desire.
"Alice," he murmured, his voice low and rough. His fingers traced slow circles on the bare skin of her back, sending shivers down her spine. "You’re killing me."
Alice swallowed hard, her fingers still tangled in his hair. She had never felt this way before—this *need*, this desperate, aching want. She had always thought of Ren as her friend, her partner in mischief, the one person who understood her without her having to explain. But this—this was different.
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his throat. "I don’t want to stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Fucked me, screw me and make me yours." Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want you to fuck me, Ren. I want you to make me yours."
Ren’s breath hitched, his body tensing beneath her. He had never heard her speak like this before—never heard her voice so raw, so desperate. It was like she was a different person, someone he didn’t recognize, someone he couldn’t resist.
His hands slid up her back, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her closer. "Alice," he groaned, his voice strained. "You don’t know what you’re asking for."
She laughed, a breathless, nervous sound. "I want you to make me your woman idiot ," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to make me yours, Ren."
Ren's breath caught, his eyes widening slightly. He had never heard her say something like that before. Alice was always the one who was in control, the one who pushed the boundaries, the one who was never afraid to speak her mind. This was Alice, vulnerable and exposed, laying herself bare for him.
His fingers tightened on her hips, his thumbs brushing against the soft skin of her stomach. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, could feel the way her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps. She was nervous, he realized.
Alice had never been this soft before, never this *open*. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her nails brushing against his scalp in a way that made his breath catch. He could feel the heat radiating off her, could feel the way her body was trembling with desire. It was like she was standing on the edge of something, something she had never done before, something she was afraid of but couldn’t resist.
Ren’s was quickly written with lust and before he could realized it , he was grabbing Alice’s panties, tearing them off her body with a swift motion. Her legs were spread wide, her body exposed and vulnerable, her breath coming in quick, sharp gasps. He could see the way her hips were tilted forward, the way her thighs were trembling with anticipation.
Ren’s fingers traced the delicate skin of her inner thighs, his touch light and hesitant. Alice’s breath hitched, her body arching into his touch. "Ren," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please."
Ren’s eyes darkened with desire, his jaw clenched tight. He had never seen her like this before—so exposed, so *his*.
The way her breath hitched, the way her body trembled beneath his touch, the way her eyes fluttered closed when he brushed his fingers against her. It was like she was a different person entirely, someone he barely recognized but couldn’t look away from.
Ren’s fingers hovered over her, just barely grazing the slick heat between her thighs. He could feel the dampness there, the way her body was already betraying her, already *wanting* him. His own cock throbbed painfully against his stomach, aching for release but knowing he wouldn’t be able to come until he’d had her.
Alice’s breath came in shallow gasps, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Ren could feel the way her body was trembling, the way her breath was coming in short, sharp bursts. He knew she was close, knew that she was on the edge of something she had never experienced before.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. "I want to make you feel good. I want to make you come." "I’ve never—"
He cut her off with a kiss, his lips pressing against hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth.
She tasted like salt and something sweet, like the first sip of coffee in the morning or the last bite of a favorite dessert. Alice moaned into his mouth, her body arching against him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
Ren’s hands slid down her back, gripping her ass and pulling her closer. She could feel him, hard and insistent against her stomach, and she shivered , her body aching with a need she had never felt before. She wanted him, wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
Alice’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails scraping against his skin. She could feel the heat of him, could feel the way his body was trembling with the effort of holding back.
“Ren,” she whispered, her voice ragged. “I want you. I want you inside me.”
Ren’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. He reached between them, his fingers finding her center, stroking her gently.
Alice gasped, her head falling back, her body arching into his touch. Ren's fingers moved with a confidence that surprised her, his touch firm yet gentle, knowing just where to press, just how much pressure to apply.
"Ren," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "That feels... that feels so good."
He smiled, a slow, lazy grin that made her stomach flip. "I know," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to make you feel good, Alice.
His fingers moved faster, his thumb circling her clit in slow, steady strokes.
Alice’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she arched into his touch. The sensation was overwhelming, her mind blanking out as pleasure coiled tight inside her.
"Ren," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "I—I don’t know how to—"
He cut her off with another slow, deliberate kiss, his lips brushing against hers. "You don’t have to know," he murmured against her mouth. "Just feel."
His fingers continued their rhythm, his touch growing bolder as she relaxed beneath it. Alice’s hips rocked against his hand, her body responding instinctively. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body betraying her with each passing second.
Ren's fingers were magic, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She had never felt anything like this before, never imagined that her body could feel this way.
Alice's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her fingers digging into Ren's shoulders. She could feel the tension building inside her, could feel the way her body was coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second. "I—I think I'm going to—"
He cut her off with a kiss, his lips pressing against hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth. She could taste herself on him, a tangy, sweet flavor that made her stomach twist with desire.
His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing against her clit with just the right amount of pressure, and she gasped into his mouth, her body trembling violently.
"Ren," she whispered against his lips, her voice breaking. "I'm—"
A sharp, electric pulse shot through her, her body arching off him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She moaned, her head falling back, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. Her vision blurred, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she clung to him, her body still trembling with the aftershocks.
Ren’s fingers stilled against her skin, his breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts.
Alice’s body was still shuddering, her limbs loose and boneless, her fingers tangled in his hair as if she couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. The way she’d come apart beneath his touch—it was unlike anything he’d ever seen.
His chest tightened. He’d never wanted anyone like this before.
Alice’s eyelids fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses, her red hair a wild halo around her. She looked… *alive* in a way he’d never seen her before.
“Ren,” she whispered, her voice still breathless, her fingers tracing slow circles on his chest. "Fucked me already, i want your cock not your fingers. I want you inside me."
Ren’s breath hitched, his body tensing beneath her touch. He could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body was still trembling from her orgasm. His cock throbbed painfully against his stomach, aching for release but knowing he couldn’t come until he’d had her properly.
Alice’s fingers trailed down his chest, her touch light and hesitant. She could feel the way his muscles were coiled tight, the way his breath was coming in sharp, controlled gasps.
Her fingers traced the hard planes of his chest, her touch lingering on the faint dusting of dark hair that led down to his waist. She wanted to see him—really see him—like this, exposed and wanting.
Ren’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenched so tight she could see the faint tremor in his cheek. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "Alice," he said, his voice rough with something that wasn’t just desire—it was fear. Fear of losing control, fear of crossing a line he’d never crossed before. Fear of her. "I want you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"I want you inside me, Ren. I want to feel you."
Ren's breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly. He had never heard her speak like this before, never seen her so open, so vulnerable. It was like she was a different person entirely, someone he barely recognized but couldn't resist.
His hands slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her closer. He could feel the way her body was still trembling from her orgasm, the way her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps. He wanted to make her feel good again, wanted to make her come undone beneath him.
But he also wanted to be inside her, to feel her wrapped around him, to know that she was his in every way that mattered.
Ren’s fingers traced the delicate skin of her inner thighs, his touch slow and deliberate. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his muscles were tense beneath her fingers.
Ren’s jaw tightened. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him, the realization that this was different from anything they’d ever done before.
This was more than just a kiss, more than just a touch. This was a line they were crossing, a boundary they were shattering.
Alice’s fingers traced the hard planes of his chest, her touch hesitant but sure. She could feel the way his muscles were tensed, the way his breath was coming in sharp, controlled bursts. She couldn't hold herself anymore, she couldn't handle the teasing, and she's desperately wanted to feel his 10 inch of wonder inside her. She wanted to feel him, all of him, and she wanted it now. "I can't wait anymore. I need you inside me. Now."
Ren's eyes darkened, his gaze intense. She was already wet, already ready for him. He could feel the way her body was trembling with anticipation.
"Alice," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Are you sure about this?"
She grabbed him for a kissed, effectively silent him. "Shut up and do it already ," Alice said, her voice breathless, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his muscles were tense beneath her touch. He reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom with a swift motion. His fingers trembled slightly as he tore the packet open, his gaze never leaving hers. Alice watched him, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the way his hands shook with anticipation.
Ren rolled the condom down his length, his movements precise and controlled.
His fingers brushed against Alice’s bare thigh, tracing the delicate skin with a tenderness that made her shiver. He looked at her, his dark eyes intense, his jaw clenched tight. She could see the struggle in his expression—the fear of crossing a line, the desire to please her, the need to be inside her.
Alice’s breath hitched. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to reassure him that she was ready. But she held back, letting him take the lead, letting him set the pace. She knew this was new for him, knew that he was probably as nervous as she was. But she also knew that she needed this. Needed him.
Needed him inside her, needed to feel him moving against her, needed to know that he was as lost in this as she was. She could feel the heat of him, could feel the way his body was trembling with anticipation. "Look at me."
Her eyelids fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. His dark eyes were intense, his pupils dilated with desire.
Alice could see the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, the way his fingers trembled slightly as he adjusted his grip on himself. He looked like a man on the edge of something monumental, and the sight of him made her stomach twist with a mix of nerves and excitement. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his wrist.
His gaze flicked down to where their hands met, then back up to her face. There was something raw in his expression—something vulnerable. Alice had never seen him like this before.
His fingers tightened around his cock, his thumb brushing against the head with a slow, deliberate motion.
Alice watched, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, as he positioned himself at her entrance. She could feel the heat of him, could feel the way her body was already responding, already *wanting* him.
Ren's gaze flicked back up to her face, his eyes dark and intense. "I want you to know that this... this means something to me. You mean something to me."
Alice's heart skipped a beat, her stomach twisting with a mix of nerves and excitement. She had never heard him speak like this before—never heard him sound so *serious*, so *vulnerable*. She couldn't herself anymore and kissed him hard, her lips pressing against his in a way that demanded he stop talking and just *do* it. She needed to feel him inside her, needed to know that he was real, that this wasn't just some fantasy or some fleeting moment of lust.
Ren’s breath hitched against her mouth, his body tensing for a second before he finally gave in. His fingers dug into her hips, lifting her just enough so that he could position himself between her thighs. Alice gasped as the head of his cock brushed against her entrance, the sensation sending a jolt of anticipation straight through her.
Ren's fingers tightened on her hips, his grip firm yet gentle, as he slowly pushed forward, inch by inch, filling her completely.
"Oh god," Alice moaned, her head falling back, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her in a way she had never experienced before. It was overwhelming, intense, and utterly *perfect*.
Ren's breath was ragged, his body trembling as he held himself still, allowing her to adjust to his size. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and strained.
Alice nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "Yes," she whispered. "You feel...
amazing," she finished, her voice barely above a whisper. Ren's eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he began to move, slowly at first, his hips rolling against hers in a steady rhythm. Alice gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she felt him slide in and out of her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"Ren," she moaned, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed.
Ren's fingers tightened on her hips, his grip firm yet gentle as he increased his pace.
Alice could feel the way his body was tensing, the way his breath was coming in short, sharp bursts. She could see the way his jaw was clenched, the way his muscles were coiled tight beneath her touch. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to reassure him that she was okay, that this was what she wanted.
"Ren," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her fingers tracing slow circles on his chest. "More. Please."
Ren's eyes darkened, his gaze intense and focused. He could feel the way her body was responding to him, the way her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps.
His fingers tightened on her hips, his grip firm yet gentle as he began to move faster, his thrusts growing more insistent. Alice moaned, her head falling back, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She could feel every inch of him, the way he was filling her completely, the way his movements were becoming more urgent.
Ren’s breath was ragged, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He could feel the way her body was tightening around him, the way her breath was coming in short, sharp bursts.
"Alice," he groaned, his voice low and strained. "You feel so good.
So *good*," Alice breathed, her voice thick with desire, her fingers tangling in the sheets as she arched her back to meet him. The way he filled her, the way he moved inside her—it was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
Ren’s breath hitched as she tightened around him, her inner walls clenching in a way that made his eyes flutter shut for a second. He had never felt anything like this before. The way she responded to him, the way her body seemed to *melt* around him—it was intoxicating.
Ren’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, his fingers digging into her hips as he fought to control the rhythm of his thrusts. He didn’t want this to end too soon. He wanted to make her feel this way for as long as possible.
Alice’s nails scraped down his back, her body arching against him with each thrust. She was close—he could feel it in the way her breath hitched, in the way her hips lifted to meet him. His name escaped her lips in a breathless whisper, her voice thick with desire.
“Ren… please…”
He could hear the desperation in her voice, the way she was begging him for more.
He wanted to give her everything, wanted to make her feel this way forever. But he also wanted to make it last, wanted to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible.
Ren slowed his pace, his hips rolling against hers in a steady, deliberate rhythm. Alice whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her body arching against him.
“Ren, please… faster…” she begged, her voice ragged.
He ignored her plea, maintaining the slow, steady pace. He wanted to savor this, wanted to memorize every second of it. He wanted to watch her unravel beneath him, wanted to see the way her body responded to his touch.
His fingers trailed down her side, his touch lingering on the soft curve of her hip. She shivered beneath him, her breath hitching as he brushed his thumb against her sensitive skin.
Ren’s gaze darkened, his jaw clenched tightly. He could feel the way her body was tightening around him, the way her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. He wanted to make her come undone, wanted to see her lose control completely.
“Ren,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I can’t—”
He cut her off with a kiss, his lips pressing against hers with a possessive intensity. He could taste her, could feel the way her body was responding to him.