Beneath fragile skin a frightened pulse raced, the prick of his skin against her nerves chilled her down to the core and exploded every pore with a tingling frost. His beautifully sculpted mouth touched her the base of her throat and her eyes slid shut, caught up in the wonderful euphoria. Ren bended her backwards, arching her back against his plush mattress with ease, and her delicate hands slid comfortably into his silken hair.
He cocked a crooked, closed-mouthed smile against her skin and trailed his touch down her exposed sides, pushing the flimsy fabric of her shirt higher and higher up; he placed little kisses here and there every now and again.
Haruka took in a sharp intake of breath through her nose and expelled it through her mouth, long lashes fluttering at the sensation of his mouth making such intimate contact with her skin. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she'd end up under THE Ren Jinguuji; be on the receiving end of his pleasuring, or have him even look at her the way he has been.
A sly hand caressed her outer, naked thigh and danced his fingers across her skin, down to her ankle and brought her leg around his middle, pushing her further under him. He breathed out a pleased sigh and leaned down, kissing her inclined neck with unfathomable comfort.
It was then that Haruka began to wonder: how long had he been waiting to do this to her?