Page 54 of A Return For Ren

The times they had sex in his room or hers when they were supposed to be studying. They took risks back then when no one was home but could have been caught enough times.

He remembered a time or two that Zara was in the bathroom cleaning up with her clothes that she’d picked up off the floor and his mother came home. Thankfully he’d finished getting dressed before his mother made it to his room. Zara had still been in the bathroom so they’d gotten away with it then.

“I think we can be good together again,” she said.

“I know we can,” he said.

She’d pulled the condom out of her back pocket and put it on the couch next to them.

His hands went to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head and off. She had a blue lace bra on and his eyes went right to her breasts that looked as perky as they had in his memories.

She reached around her back and undid the clasp, then pulled each strap off her shoulders and dropped it from her fingers.

Yeah, just like he remembered.

His mouth dropped down and pulled her pebbled nipple between his lips and sucked. Her head went back and a moan escaped.

His dick was rock hard in his jeans and she was rubbing against him, almost grinding like they did as teens before they actually lost their virginity to each other.

“Zara,” he said. “You’re killing me. I haven’t been with a woman in a long time.”

“Probably not as long as me,” she said. He wasn’t so sure about that and was going to dispute that until she said, “Trust me. You’ve got Max. Do the math. It’s been less than me.”

“Shit,” he said. “Then we both aren’t going to last very long.”

“Long intimate evenings have never been our thing,” she said. “We didn’t have a problem in the past.”

“No,” he said, sliding her forward to look at her one more time. “Drop your jeans and I’ll take care of mine.”

She laughed. “I’ve missed this. The excitement of having to rush because time was limited. I know it won’t always be like this, but I’m okay with it for now.”

He was glad she was because when he stood up the two of them started to shed their clothes rapidly, flinging them around the room.

“Wow,” he said. “I’m glad I didn’t see a glimpse of this before or it would have made it even harder to sleep these past two weeks.”

There was a need clawing inside of him greater than when he was seventeen and they were going to have sex for the first time. Not just with each other but their first time with anyone.

“The same goes,” she said, her eyes moving down him. “You’ve gotten better with age.”

The two of them reached for each other the same time, their naked bodies in the living room standing up and hugging tight while they kissed.

His hands went down and grasped her ass and pulled her close to him. Close enough if it were possible he could make them one body, then he would.

His fingers moved around between them and found her heat. She was dripping wet. “I’m going to come if you touch me much more.”

He let go of her and turned to the couch. Grabbing the condom, he opened it, then covered himself.

Zara gave him a slight shove so he was sitting on the couch, her climbing on top of him, lifting up and dropping down.

“Oh God,” she said. “Don’t move. I need to feel this again.”

“I was going to say the same to you,” he said.

Her mouth covered his, her hips almost grinding back and forth. “You said not to move and you’re moving.”

“I can’t help it,” she said. “No more talking.”

He wanted to point out she was the one doing it all.