449 [Side Story] A Morning Coldness

[WARNING! Mature Content! Skip if you're uncomfortable and feel that it would destroy the story!]

It was already nine in the morning when Evie regained consciousness.

Still somewhat droopy, she slowly sat up on that warm, soft bed as she wiped away her drool.

The cold breeze from the aircon instantly attacked her bare skin when Ren's shirt fell off from her body.

Evie gasped.

That's right! Ren!

She turned around and instantly found the man sleeping just beside her.

Her swimsuit was now properly tied, and he had his shorts on.

Evie felt her saliva dripping from her mouth when her eyes fisted on Ren's naked upper body.

Evie was having internal struggles when Ren softly groaned.

Instantly, she paused, afraid to wake him up.

She quietly leaned closer to him.

Staring and staring at him. A naughty thought flashed inside her mind.

Evie's slightly trembling hand softly touched Ren's bare hot chest. Her palms savored his lean muscles, the warmth and pleasant sensation of his hot skin on her cold fingers.

Determined to give her brain its needed oxygen so it wouldn't faint, Evie quietly took quick breaths as if she was hyperventilating as her fingers rested just above Ren's groin.

"Goon . . ."

Evie's soul almost jumped out of her body.

She quickly retracted her fingers while her face burned in embarrassment. She lowered her head â€" too ashamed to meet Ren's teasing eyes.

He caught me in the act!

"T-t-this . . . t-this . . . n-not . . ." Evie stuttered, finding the right words to explain herself.

Ren just chuckled as he sat up.

"Evie . . . You can touch me there if you really wantâ€""

Ren didn't finish his sentence when Evie's fingers apparently had a mind of their own as they flung toward his groin.

". . ."

@#!!@#Ã—!#*!**!@#Ã—!!

Evie hastily retracted her hand and looked at it as if she didn't know the disgusting thing.

Ahh . . . my brain . . . you can faint now . . .

Ren softly laughed, which only made Evie mortified at herself.

She knew her whole body must be red by now.

Evie was still too embarrassed to even think. She didn't even notice when Ren pulled down his shorts together with his briefs just enough to expose his powerful sex. She then let him grab her hand to rub it on his erection.

". . ."

Evie was electrified and broke out into goosebumps when she felt him growing beneath her fingers.

T-t-this!! W-what should I do next?!

Evie still couldn't return Ren's passionate gaze, and she didn't know where to look.

There were just too many stimulations in front of her!

Evie's brain was smoking from overheating, not just her brain; she thought her whole body must be smoking by now.

Evie's fingers really had a mind of their own when they started to move up and down.

Ren extended his hand to support his weight while his other hand was on Evie's shoulder as he leaned closer to her and whispered musical notes that kept her heart livelier than ever.

"Evie . . . rub the tip more . . ."

Ren's horse, raspy voice didn't hide the torturous feeling of pain and pleasure that Evie unconsciously rubbed her thighs together.

"You're so sexy . . . ," she whispered, mirroring the tone of his voice.

". . ."

Did I just say that out loud?! Evie thought

Ren smiled and kissed Evie's forehead.

Evie thought that her fingers had found their new master and were very much motivated and determined to serve him.

Ren continued to whisper instructions which Evie's fingers obediently followed while all she could do was hyperventilate to give her brain needed oxygen as the damn thing was threatening to faint.

"Ugh . . . Evie . . . that feels so good . . ."

Now, Evie was not only hyperventilating. She was suffering heart attack as well.

He's clearly going to be the end of me. Evie mused to herself.

Evie's fingers were so happy, making them more motivated to please their new master as they obediently followed his every command.

"Nghhh . . . more . . . faster . . ."

Evie's body heated so much that even her eyes started to sweat. Ren's face was so damn alluring. His damp body enticed her even more to give him what he desired.

"Uurghhhh . . ."

Ren groaned when he found his release.

Evie's fingers were assaulted by something thick and sticky.

Ren slumped his panting body against her. His head rested on her shoulder while her fingers still refused to leave their new master while her other hand was extended on the mattress â€" supporting their weight.

The feeling he gave her, total domination and power over him.

It's quite addicting.

Ren cupped Evie's cheeks and lovingly smiled at her before he kissed her forehead.

"Thank you . . ."

"Uhmm . . . Y-you're welcome . . . ?" Evie still couldn't meet Ren's gaze. Her body still hadn't recovered from being boiled.

"You can let go now . . . ," Ren chuckled.

Evie gasped and retracted her fingers that were still holding his manhood. Thank the heavens that her naughty hand still listened to her, or else â€" I'll chop it off!

Evie swallowed hard when she saw that her fingers were covered with something thick and sticky-milk-like thingy.

T-this. S-should I clean it? B-but what if he gets offended?

"Lick it."

Evie gasped and sharply looked at Ren in disbelief.

D-did . . . h-he said . . .

*gulp

. . . l-lick it . . . ?

Evie trembled when his silver eyes were now looking down at her with constricted pupils. Ren's whole person was overbearing as he exerted his power over her. Like if she didn't heed his every command, terror and horror would befall her.

Was he like this before? Or was he just overbearing over sex?

And for some reason, she was liking his other persona.

Evie gulped as she led her shaking fingers toward her mouth.

A salty sweet smell tickled her nose.

Is that what it is supposed to smell like?

Evie wondered what Ren tastes like.

He must be sour and sweet, like lemon and honey.

Her tongue stuck out, and she slowly licked her first taste of him.

The first contact burned her.

He was like a strong ancient wine preserved in times when Gods still ruled the planet.

Strong yet mouth watery delicious.

'Ahhh . . . Like I thought. He tastes sweet and sour . . .'