Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Before they've started dating, Alice used to masturbate a lot while thinking of Ren and imagine some naughty stuff with him . She always thought that she would never be able to do it with him, but now she was here, and she couldn't stop herself from wanting more.
Alice found herself in her room, as she ride a dildo, she feel unexcited after she now date Ren and had fucked him . But she still wanted to feel the pleasure of being filled. She was still thinking about Ren's cock, how it felt inside her, and how he made her feel. She wanted to feel that again, but she didn't want to rush him. She wanted to savor every moment, every touch, every kiss.
Alice’s fingers tightened on the dildo, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she imagined Ren’s hands on her body instead. She could feel her body responding, her hips moving in a rhythm that mimicked the way Ren had moved inside her earlier. The thought of him made her wetter, her thighs slick with arousal.
She closed her eyes, her fingers tracing the smooth, warm surface of the toy between her legs. She had always imagined this moment—Ren’s hands gripping her waist, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered her name—but now that she had him, she realized how much she had underestimated just how good it could be.
Alice’s hips jerked forward, the dildo sliding deeper inside her. She bit her lip, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. *Ren’s voice, his groan when she clenched around him…* The memory sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her body arching off the bed.
She clenched her thighs together, the dildo slipping out with a wet *pop*. "Fuck," she breathed, her fingers tangling in the sheets.
Alice sat up, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She stared at the dildo on her nightstand, its silicone surface glistening with her arousal. For the first time in months, it didn’t feel like enough.
She’d spent years fantasizing about Ren—imagining his hands on her, his voice rough with desire, the way he’d look at her like she was the only person in the room. But now that she had him, she realized how much she’d been holding back. How much she’d been afraid.
Afraid of what he’d think if she was too forward, too needy, too *obvious*. Afraid of being rejected, of being seen as just another girl who wanted him. Afraid of losing him before she even had him.
Alice wiped her hands down her thighs, her fingers lingering on the damp spot between her legs. She could still feel the ghost of Ren’s touch, the way his hands had gripped her hips like he was afraid she’d disappear. The way his voice had cracked when he’d whispered her name.
She leaned back against her pillows, her chest still heaving from the effort of pretending she wasn’t completely undone.
The dildo lay forgotten on her nightstand, its purpose suddenly feeling hollow. Alice traced a finger over the faint red marks Ren had left on her hips, still tender from his grip. She could still feel the weight of him, the way his body had pressed hers into the mattress, the way his breath had stuttered against her neck.
She wonder if she asked Ren if they could do it again, would he say yes? Would he want to? Or would he think she was being too forward, too eager?
Alice sighed, her fingers tracing the edge of her comforter. She wanted to talk to him, to ask him what he was thinking, what he was feeling. But she was scared. Scared of pushing him away, scared of ruining what they had.
She picked up her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen. She wanted to text him, to hear his voice, to know that he was thinking about her too. But she hesitated, her thumb hovering over the keyboard.
*Should I text him? Or will that be too much? Suddenly a knocked on her bedroom door made her jump, her heart pounding against her chest. Alice quickly wiped her hands on her pajama pants, her fingers still trembling from the intensity of her thoughts.
"Alice?" Ren’s voice was muffled through the door, but it was unmistakably his. "You there, I was in the neighborhood so I visited Alice's heart skipped a beat, a rush of warmth spreading through her at the sound of his voice. She quickly tucked the dildo under her pillow, her cheeks flushing with guilt. "Come in," she called out, trying to keep her voice steady. The door creaked open, revealing Ren standing in the doorway, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. He looked casual, his dark hair slightly disheveled, a small smile playing on his lips. "Hey," he said softly, his gaze meeting hers. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Alice shook her head, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "No, not at all.
I was just… uh… reading," Alice said, her voice a little too high, her fingers still nervously tracing the edge of her comforter. She tried to keep her eyes on his face, but they kept drifting down to the dildo still partially hidden under her pillow.
Ren stepped further into the room, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he finally looked away. "I brought something for you," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, wrapped box. Alice’s heart gave a little lurch. She had never seen him carry anything like this before.
"For me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
She took the box from him, her fingers trembling slightly as she unwrapped it. Inside was a delicate silver locket, its surface etched with an intricate design of intertwined vines. Alice's breath hitched as she lifted it out, her fingers brushing against the cool metal. "Ren," she breathed, her eyes wide with surprise.
Ren watched her, his expression unreadable. "I thought you might like it," he said softly. "It's just something I found. I thought it would remind you of me."
Alice looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Ren, this is…" She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the locket. "This is beautiful.
Thank you," Alice said, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked up at Ren, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I don't know what to say."
Ren smiled softly, his gaze holding hers. "You don't have to say anything. I just...I wanted you to have something from me. Something to remember me by."
Alice's heart skipped a beat at his words. *Remember him by?* She wondered if he was already thinking about the end of this, about going their separate ways. She swallowed hard, pushing the thought away. "I won't take it off," she promised, her fingers closing around the locket.
"I'll wear it every day." She hesitated, then added, "You know, I’ve always thought of you as someone who keeps things simple. But this… this feels like a secret." She glanced down at the locket, then back up at him. "Like you’re trying to tell me something."
Ren exhaled slowly, his fingers brushing against her wrist where she held the locket. "Maybe I am." His voice was quiet, but there was a weight to it, something that made her heart stutter. "I just… I want you to know I’m thinking about you. Even when I’m not here."
Alice’s breath caught.
She had never heard Ren speak like this—so raw, so vulnerable. It was like he was stripping himself bare, just for her.
She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the locket. "Ren… what are you saying?"
He hesitated, his gaze flickering over her face before settling on her lips. "I don’t know," he admitted, his voice rough. "But I know I can’t stop thinking about you. About *us*."
Alice’s pulse raced. *Us.* The word hung between them, heavy and electric. She wanted to ask him what he meant—what this meant—but her throat felt too tight. Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his wrist.
"I don’t want you to stop thinking about me."
His eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to her lips before meeting hers again. "I won’t," he murmured, his thumb tracing the back of her hand. "But I need to know something first."
Alice’s heart pounded. "What?"
He hesitated, his expression shifting between uncertainty and determination. "Do you… want to have sex?"
Alice’s breath hitched. She had spent years imagining this moment—Ren asking her, *really* asking her, like he was giving her a choice. Like he cared what she wanted. The question hung between them, heavy with possibility. But unbeknownst to her, it was her lustful imagination rewritten what he said. What Ren really asked if she wanted to go out on a date with him. Alice's mind was still clouded with her sexual fantasies about Ren, and she misheard his question. She thought he asked her if she wanted to have sex with him.
Alice's cheeks flushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up at Ren, his eyes searching hers, waiting for an answer. She could feel the weight of his question, the vulnerability in his voice. She knew this was a turning point, a moment that would change everything between them.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to."
Ren's eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his face. He had expected hesitation, maybe even rejection. But not this. ", Great let's meet-" before Ren could continue, Alice pinned him down to bed with a hand on his chest. His eyes widened, his breath catching as she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "I mean *this*," she whispered, her voice rough with desire. "You. Me. *Now*."
Ren’s breath hitched. He had been about to say something simple—something safe. But Alice’s words, her body pressing against his, her lips so close he could feel her breath—it was all he could do to stay still.
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her red hair tumbling around her shoulders. "After we had sex for the first time I can't stopped thinking about you. I want to feel you inside me again."
Ren’s pulse jumped. He had been about to say something casual, something like, "Yeah, sure, we can—" but the way she was looking at him, the way her breath hitched when she said *inside me*, made his mind go blank.
His hands, which had been tucked in his pockets, dropped to his sides. He swallowed hard. "Alice," he said, his voice rougher than he intended. "What are you—"
She cut him off with a kiss, soft at first but quickly deepening. Her lips were warm, her tongue tracing the seam of his mouth until he opened for her.
The taste of her—sweet, like strawberries and something electric—sent a jolt through him. Ren’s fingers curled into the sheets beneath him, his body responding before he could even think.
Alice’s hands slid up his chest, her nails scraping lightly against his skin as she pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips, *"I’ve wanted this for so long."*
Ren’s breath came in short bursts. He had imagined this moment—*thousands* of times—but none of them had felt real until now. His mind raced, trying to keep up with his body. "You know, if you told me you were horny I wouldn't hesitant to come at your place and fuck you." Ren said, his voice hoarse with desire. "But I thought you wanted to go on a date first."
Alice's eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across her face. She had been so caught up in the moment, in the feel of him beneath her, that she hadn't even considered that he might have other plans. She hesitated, her fingers still tracing the collar of his shirt. "I...I thought you wanted to," she stammered, her cheeks flushing.
Ren's gaze softened, his hands coming up to cup her face. "I do," he said, his voice gentle. "But, I'll do anything for my girl and satisfying her is part of it." Ren stripped away he's clothes and started fucking her . Alice's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Ren's cock sliding in and out of her. She moaned loudly, her body arching against his. Ren's hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper inside her. Alice's fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving red marks on his skin. "Fuck, Ren," she gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. "You feel so good."
Ren's breath hitched, his body tensing as he felt Alice's walls clench around him. "You feel amazing," he groaned, his hips moving faster. Alice's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper.
She could feel every inch of him, filling her, stretching her. Her breath came in short gasps, her body arching against his with each thrust. "Ren," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. "I'm so close."
Ren's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could feel her body tensing, her walls clenching around him. He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. "Come for me, Alice," he whispered against her mouth, his voice ragged with desire.
Alice's body responded to his command, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Her back arched off the bed, her fingers clawing at Ren's shoulders as pleasure ripped through her. "Oh God, Ren—" she gasped, her voice breaking.
Ren's breath came in sharp bursts, his own release building with every convulsion of her body. He could feel her heat, her tightness, and it was all he could do to hold back. He wanted this to last, to savor every second of her with him.
Alice's legs trembled around his waist, her body still shuddering from the intensity of her orgasm. She looked up at Ren, her eyes wide and dazed, her lips slightly parted. "More, i needed more ," she whispered, her voice still breathless. "I want to feel you again."
Ren’s chest heaved, his own heart pounding. He had never felt anything like this—this raw, desperate need to give her everything. He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with her arousal, and then flipped her onto her stomach. Alice gasped, her body still trembling from the last orgasm.
"Ren, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.
Ren didn’t answer with words. Instead, he positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he slid back inside her. Alice let out a soft moan, her body adjusting to the new angle.
Ren's hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him as he started to move. His thrusts were slow at first, allowing Alice to feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of her. She could feel her body responding, her walls clenching around him, already eager for another release.
"Ren," she gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her. "This feels...oh God, this feels so good."
Ren's breath hitched, his grip on her hips tightening. He could feel her body responding to his, her heat enveloping him, her moans filling the room. He wanted to take his time, to savor every second of this, but his body had other plans.
His hips moved faster, his grip on her tightening as he felt her body tensing beneath him. Alice's breath came in short gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a soft moan.
"Ren," she gasped, her voice ragged. "I'm...I'm close again."
Ren's breath hitched, his own release building with every convulsion of her body. He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. He nipped at her skin, his tongue tracing the mark he'd left behind. Alice's body shuddered, her walls clenching around him as she cried out his name.