Page 55 of A Return For Ren

He didn’t. He put his hands on her hips and guided her to ride him as she had before.

Once, in his car. They’d found all sorts of places to have sex back then. Never on one of their parents’ couches where there would be a risk of getting caught out in the open.

Her mouth broke away from his, her head went back and she started to bounce up and down on him like a youthful teen enjoying life to the fullest. Like she had so much before.

He needed more of that in his life. Not just from sex.

But he was getting the sex and he was loving it.

“That’s it,” he said. “The same as you used to do it.”

Her eyes opened and locked on his. For a minute he wondered if he made a mistake saying that, but she only closed them again, her lips parting and her breath coming out in short gasps.

She was going to come. He knew it. He remembered everything about her from years ago.

Every move she did, every sound she made.

Like the tightening of her muscles around his cock right now as she moaned and then dropped her head down to crush her lips to his.

It was a good thing she had because he knew he’d end up shouting and they had to be quiet.

But she was squeezing him as she came, the pulsing making him burst inside of her and hold her tight until the only sound he heard was the roaring in his ears.

“I swear I can feel your heart beating with mine,” she whispered.

“It might be possible,” he said.

She moved to get off of him. “It’s cold in here now that we stopped moving. Or it’s the sweat on my body with the air.”

“Yeah,” he said, standing up. He grabbed his jeans and underwear and walked quietly to the bathroom to clean up.

When he came back out Zara was dressed and standing up. “Good thing the blinds were shut. I hadn’t thought of that.”

“I have them shut at all times. Force of habit.”

She turned to look at him. “I didn’t mean to attack you like that.”

“You can attack me anytime you want,” he said, grinning. She wasn’t smiling though. “Do you regret that?”

“No,” she said. “I think I didn’t expect it to be so intense though.”

“I don’t know why,” he said, moving toward her and pulling her into his arms. “It was always intense when we came together.”

“It was,” she said. “I thought it might be different, but it wasn’t.”

This didn’t sound good to him. “Did you want it to be?”

“I don’t know what I want.”

“That’s not making me feel any better at the moment.”

“I’m sorry.” She leaned back and kissed him lightly, then ran her hand down the side of his face. “I tell myself I’ve got control of what is going on and then I realize I don’t.”

Not what he wanted to hear. “Do we have to control it all? Sometimes we should go with the flow. We know the important things, right?”

She smiled. One that reached her eyes and he realized he let the breath out he didn’t know he was holding.

“For once, you’re saying the right things and not me.”