She was wearing dark, intricate lace underneath. It was a sharp, deliberate contrast to her usual heavy tactical gear, the sheer fabric hugging her hips and fully exposing the toned curve of her thighs.
She planted both hands flat against his chest and shoved. Ren went willingly, letting his back hit the mattress.
Maki stayed positioned over him. She grabbed the hem of his oversized black t-shirt, crossed her arms, and dragged it over her head in one quick, aggressive motion. She threw the crumpled cotton onto the floor next to his shirt.
The dim light caught the edge of her new burn scars, but Ren's attention immediately dropped lower.
She wore a matching dark lace bra. The thin material cut into her skin slightly, visibly struggling to contain the heavy, full weight of her breasts. She breathed heavily, her stomach flexing as she settled her knees on either side of his hips and lowered her weight firmly back onto his thighs.
She looked down at him, her chest heaving, the brilliant red flush on her cheeks clashing directly with the fierce, dominant glare she was trying to maintain.
Maki hooked her fingers into the lace of her panties. She dragged them down her thighs and kicked them off the edge of the mattress.
She didn't stop. She grabbed the waistband of Ren's sweatpants and yanked them down his hips in one sharp pull. Ren lifted his hips, kicking the fabric and his boxers free until he was completely bare.
Maki planted her hands flat on the mattress. Instead of settling back into his lap, she shifted her weight, lifted her hips, and turned around.
She lowered herself back down, straddling his chest. Her knees bracketed his head, pinning his shoulders to the bed. Ren looked straight up. Her thighs were spread wide, exposing her slick, wet pink center just inches from his mouth.
Maki leaned forward. Her dark green hair brushed against Ren's shins as she lowered her face directly over his hard, fully exposed cock.
"Don't just lie there," Maki muttered, her voice slightly muffled. She still refused to look at him.
Ren smirked in the dark. He reached up, gripping the soft, heavy weight of her bare ass in both his hands.
"Yes, boss," Ren said.
He parted her wet folds with his thumbs and leaned up, dragging his tongue right up her center.
Maki let out a sharp, breathless gasp.
Ren's broad hands squeezed the soft, heavy flesh of her bare ass. His fingers kneaded the toned muscle firmly before his thumbs dragged along her inner thighs, forcing her legs wider apart to expose her to him.
He didn't hesitate. Ren pressed his mouth directly against her slick, swollen center, his tongue dragging in a long, deliberate stroke straight over her sensitive clit.
Maki jolted violently. A loud, wet gasp ripped out of her throat, ruining her attempt to stay quiet. Her thighs clamped instinctively against the sides of his head, her fingernails digging sharp crescent moons into his calves.
"Ahhn... Ren, wait," she breathed, her voice shaking uncontrollably as a localized, intense heat spiked straight through her nervous system.
She forced her eyes open in the dark, trying to ground herself. She stared down at his fully hard cock resting just an inch from her face. She had only done this once before, back in the hotel, and that was with a thick layer of latex between them.
She leaned down, running her tongue experimentally up the underside of his thick shaft. It was scorching hot, the skin incredibly smooth and slick with his pre-cum.
Maki opened her mouth and took the thick head completely past her lips. She swallowed hard, her wet mouth wrapping tightly around his raw heat as she bobbed her head down, taking in as much of his punishing length as she could manage without gagging.
Ren let out a harsh, guttural groan. His hips bucked upward reflexively against her mouth. The raw, unprotected friction was entirely different, the intense heat of her mouth and tongue nearly pushing him over the edge instantly.
Maki pulled back with a soft, wet pop. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, a thin string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the thick tip of his cock.
She glared down at his stomach, though her entire face was burning a brilliant, furious red.
"Well," Maki muttered, her voice thick and raspy in the quiet room. "It definitely doesn't taste like cheap artificial orange."
Ren smirked against her wet center. "Glad you approve, boss," he murmured, his voice rough with need. He gripped her hips tightly and dove his tongue right back into her slick folds.
Maki let out a sharp breath, her fingers tightening their grip on his calves. She didn't offer a comeback. Instead, she leaned back down, her dark green hair falling over his thighs. She opened her mouth and took the thick head back past her lips.
She pushed down further this time, forcing her jaw to stretch. Her throat bobbed as she tried to take in the full, punishing length of his hard shaft. It was a tight, difficult fit, and a quiet, muffled sound of strain vibrated in her throat, but she stubbornly refused to pull back.
Ren let out a harsh groan, his hips bucking reflexively upward against the tight heat of her throat. "Damn it, Maki," he breathed out.
His hands clamped down harder on her bare ass. He didn't hold back anymore. He pushed his face firmly against her slick center, his tongue driving into her wet folds with long, aggressive strokes. He sucked hard on her sensitive clit, his thumbs pulling her thighs wider to expose her to his mouth.
Maki jolted violently above him. Her fingernails dug crescent moons into his skin. The intense, relentless friction of his mouth sent a blinding spike of heat straight through her nervous system.
She tried to muffle her loud, breathy moans by swallowing down harder on his cock, her wet mouth milking him with every desperate movement.
The raw, unprotected sensation was too much. Ren's breathing turned jagged. He pushed his hips up, burying himself as deep into her hot mouth as he could go.
"I'm close," Ren grunted, his voice a low, rough warning.
Maki didn't stop. She clamped her lips tightly around the base of his shaft and sucked hard.