Renata
Renata stood in the small mirror of the bathroom and finished detangling her hair. After everything, there wasn't any time for her to do her hair routine to keep her curly locks in line. She pulled half the semi-dry bunch and twisted it into a knot on the top of her head, leaving the rest to fall. She wrapped her head in the blue, green, and purple silk scarf.
She leaned forward and hated how puffy her face looked from all the crying.
She pulled on the loose t-shirt and underwear right as she heard more knocking at her door. Her heart pounded at the idea of her sister or best friend coming back for round two.
Her anxiety lessened when she heard Tahoma's deep, calming voice, "Renata, it's me."
She wasn't sure if she was the best company, but he was here, and she didn't want to be alone. She raced over toward the door and pulled it open. There he was in all his irresistible, charming glory. He must have just taken a shower, as his tanned skin was flushed red and his long raven hair was wet, dripping slightly onto his white v-neck. His sympathetic face revealed their blow-up was loud enough for many to hear, especially by the enhanced senses of the undying.
She stepped to the side, allowing him in. She studied his wide back as she shut the door and sensed they were walking a thin line together. "At least tell me you didn't know."
He shook his head as he turned toward her. "I didn't. We're close, but I had no idea. I didn't even think she was ready to date so soon after Awe." He looked around. "I thought you'd want some space before I came to check on youâplus, I stunk."
Renata smiled. "Yeah, I'm sure you were eager to be around my blubbering ass."
He came closer, not indulging in their banter like he usually did. "I'm sorry that happened, Renata."
She swallowed as he continued to study her. "ThanksâI just feel so betrayed." She crumpled as soon as he took her into his arms. His strong arms encircled her and she finally felt safe after being put through the wringer. She inhaled his clean scent and allowed herself to cry more, though she'd surely cried enough. It was different crying into a caring embrace.
"It's going to be okay, Renata," he soothed her.
"How could they do this?" she asked, desperate to have answers. "They're both fucking liars. Diamondâshe acted like she wanted to be with me, then she goes and fucks my sister two seconds after. I don't understand either of them."
Tahoma sighed and continued to comfort her. "I don't agree with them or their timing. The heart's a tricky thing, Renata. It acts dumb all the time."
She sniffled. "I feel so stupid for even caring about this with the world falling down around us, but it just hurts, and I can't ignore it."
"You are more than justified to feel how you do."
"What should I do?"
"Whatever you want, they're clearly doing the same."
She appreciated that he wasn't trying to be completely neutral in this conversation. She laughed at his spiteful response. She eyed his handsome face. His smooth tan skin. His vibrant red eyes. His dark brows and eyelashes. His gorgeously prominent nose. Her heart pounded for a new reason. "How about you?"
His slash of a gaze lit up with a bright fire as they briefly skimmed against her skimpy attire. But his head shaking said otherwise to her hopeful invitation. His tempting mouth curled into a soft smile. "I'm not in the business of taking advantage of women in their vulnerable state."
If he wasn't already so mesmerizing, those words would have done it. She lifted her hands so they travelled up his shoulders and settled around his neck. His eyes remained strained by hesitence. "I may be vulnerable, but that doesn't mean I didn't want you before."
Tahoma sighed. "You've got Diamond in your mind."
"Well, not for good reason."
He studied her. "I can't just be opportune sex. I don't want to be a rebound. I'm sorry."
He started to pull away but she wouldn't let him go with false ideas in his head. "Hey, that's not what this is." She needed him to see the truth in her face. "I would never want to push you to do something you don't want to do, but I need you to know that I am not stuck on Diamond. I don't know how I'm going to move forward with either of them, yes, but that has nothing to do with you, I promise."
Tahoma tugged her closer, putting relief in her heart. "You're sure? I'm happy to do this another time," the wicked gleam in his eyes returned, "when you're feeling better."
She leaned her face upward like an offering. "I've wanted to do this since I first saw you."
He scoffed at her before connecting their lips. She became lost in a haze as she melted into him. She allowed herself to enjoy this moment, to let the rest of her troubles fade away, because there was no telling when there would be another opening for a breath of fresh air like this one.
He picked her up, urging her to wrap her legs around his narrow waist, leaving their kiss unbroken. He kicked off his shoes, twisted and walked. She sighed into his mouth as he pressed her into the bed. His weight comforted her and made her want more.
They broke apart, but only to get the obstacles out of the way. Renata looked up at him in delight as he pulled off his shirt, revealing his deliciously carved front. Greed took over and she enjoyed the firm planes of him with her palms. She remembered wanting to do this when they first swam together.
"You are incredible," she couldn't help but say as she admired him.
His red eyes were hungry, framed by his ink hair as it fell all around him, tickling her skin and creating their very own, intimate space.
He swallowed and only went to remove her shirt in return, eyes glued her every detail, her every reaction. The goosebumps lifted across her skin as it was exposed to the cool air. Her brown nipples puckered as he swiped his thumbs across them, his face filled with passion the entire time.
She reached in between them to start undoing his pants. He helped her, shimmying out of them like his life depended on it. The ache in her belly ventured southward, fueling a painful pulse between her legs that she was desprate to alleviate.
"Can I taste you?" He practically begged as he kissed her again. The idea of his head between her legs drove her wild and had her nodding against his lips. His soft, warm lips brushed along her cheek, down her neck, between her breasts, against her belly, where he briefly paused to worship the fresh scars there much to her gratitude, and finally.
Finally.
He pulled off her panties along the way and her legs spread for him to take it all in. Her eyes grew hooded, and the look he gave her made her pant and lick at her lips in anticipation. When he kissed her, she jumped, but he kept her firm against the bed with his strong hands. His tongue dipped in between her lips, up and down. The tip of it flattened against her and dragged in all the right directions. He wasted no time in going up toward the most tender part of her as it sat erect.
She clutched onto all surrounding surfaces and materials, eventually settling on his beautiful hair. The silken feel of it between her clenched fingers became another lovely sensation bombarding her frantic mind and flooded senses. She watched the way his head bobbed between her thighs, and was overwhelmed by the way his mouth was slowly but surely making her orgasm.
Tahoma's tongue found its steady beat and she was impressed by how in tune he was with her. She didn't have to say a word to him. He listened, reacted to what worked and what was less successful. The sound of it, of his heavy breathing and how it fanned across her soaked flesh was just too much.
That damned tongue hit the perfect speed, and her muscles spasmed with anticipation.
"Fuck, right there!" She begged. "Right fucking there. Fuck!"
He was unrelenting and did just as she neededâdidn't change the pace but kept it perfectly steady. She tensed up before it came to a screeching halt, rushing through her body in sweet relief. She slackened her hold on him, and watched as he quickly removed his black briefs.
Renata moaned when she saw how hard he was. Yes, she'd seen the outline of it, but this was so much better.
"Tahoma, please," she gasped, "for fuck's sake." She pulled at him, and he obliged, almost falling onto her. They clashed with lips and hands and an obscene amount of grinding. She was almost certain she was on the verge of a second orgasm when she tasted herself on his tongue.
He took a hold of his penis and rubbed the thick tip in the heat of her folds, hitting her sensitive clitoris. The slick rubbing sounded like erotic, titilating music. She moaned into him, which he happily swallowed. "Renata," he groaned, "you taste so fucking good, I need to feel you."
"Do it, please."
He pressed a hand against her thigh and pushed it backward, keeping her in place and wide open. He led himself toward her opening and pushed himself in, gradually at first. The sensation of him filling her, taking up space wall to wall was euphoric. He kissed her, cursing and groaning into her ear. She fit around him snugly, and her flesh squeezed his rock-hard length.
Once they were fully joined, she wrapped her untouched leg around his hip, signaling him to continue. She gripped his sculpted arms so they held each other with more confidence.
She gasped as he finally started plunging in and out of her. Their skin smacked together in that unmatched, repetitive movement, leaving them both jarred.
All the way in, all the way out.
She bounced against him, taking him for everything he had. She looked up at his wildy concentrated face and was almost in disbelief that this was happening when she was once so certain she'd put off any kind of anything with anyone for a while. But the waves of pleasure she experienced were a quick splash of reality.
He leaned forward so they were chest to chest, creating that world-bending friction, and kissed her. It made this moment so much more special. She kissed him back, silenting thanking him for everything he has done for her, despite all the surrounding craziness.
He hooked his arms under hers so she melted into him. His hands dug into the back of her shoulders and all she could do was take the way he fucked her with his deep, unforgiving strokes.
His groaning grew louder, which he muffled against her sweaty skin. The rough, rumbling sound of it only added to the experience. She dug her heels into his ass, enjoying his strong, unrelenting form and how it joined her over and over again at their most sensitive points.
He got back up and took a hold of her hips. Her eyes screwed shut as his thrusts grew stronger and hit a spot within her that made her toes curl.
"Renata," he warned, "I'mâ" His words became strangled, and she looked just in time to see him pull out and release onto her quivering belly.
She already felt his absense with him disconnected and wanted more.
He caught himself before he fell on her. "Sorry," he panted, "we should have discussed where you'd want me to cumânot that I can get you pregnant."
Renata laughed at the gentleman. "No worries, but I could use a towel."
His hand swooped behind her neck and he pulled her so they were entangled in yet another blistering kiss. "Coming right up," he responded as he pulled back and gave the most dazzling smile. She watched him walk away without a strip of cloth on him, still flushed from their sex.
Hot damn.
And for a blissful moment, she couldn't remember why she was upset in the first place.