Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Renzo was happy to oblige, reaching out to pull the material out of his way, and tracing my hardened nipple with his tongue.
I was a powder keg of need then, just begging for a spark to start the explosion.
His tongue circled, lips sucked, teeth grazed.
Then he was moving across my chest to continue the sweetest kind of torment I’d ever known.
His head shifted between my breasts again, taking a deep breath, breathing me in, then sliding his face down the silky material of my nightie.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t even move, when his lips pressed into my inner thigh, so close to the clawing need between.
His hand moved out, grabbing the swatch of my panties, and dragging it downward.
He had to shift back to free them from my feet, and the separation had the uncertainty surging through me again, making me tense, making my stomach twist and my heartbeat skitter.
In one swift motion, though, Renzo was on his stomach on the bed, his arms wrapped around my thighs, holding them wide open.
And his mouth was on me.
My hips jerked, the sensation so foreign, the intimacy almost embarrassing.
But as his tongue traced up my cleft, finding the swollen, sensitive bud of my clit, and worked it in circles, any objections dissolved into the sticky-sweet pleasure he was building inside of me.
My hands went down, slipping into his dark, silky hair, holding him against me as he worked me.
My hips rocked restlessly, aching for the thrill of release as he drove me relentlessly toward it, his tongue never slowing, never changing, keeping the exact right pattern and pressure until I felt a coiling sensation twist tighter and tighter until, suddenly, the orgasm was screaming through my system, stealing my breath, making a choked sound escape me as my thighs shook, my back arched, and my body wove the waves of pleasure.
Over and over.
Leaving me dizzy from it.
Tingling and dreamlike.
Not a single thought formed in my mind as Renzo suddenly sat back, his dark gaze on me.
His fingers drifted up and down my thighs, little sizzles of pleasure through a body already drunk on it.
My chest was rising and falling quickly, but I couldn’t seem to catch my breath, or slow the fevered pounding of my heart.
Renzo’s body shifted, but I was so busy watching his beautiful face that I didn’t know what he was doing.
Not until I felt the naked length of his cock rock against my cleft, making my body jolt.
“So sensitive,” he murmured.
Was I?
Sensitive?
Or was it nerves?
Anticipation?
My mind was too foggy, too thick and sluggish to understand my reaction as he rocked against me, the feel of him something foreign, terrifying, needed.
I couldn’t understand that last one, but the ache was back inside me, this strange awareness of the hollowness within me, the need to feel it filled.
His cock was pressing harder, the thick tip of him slipping down from my clit, lower, pushing.
Thoughts crashed together, creating a chaos of fear, or want, or uncertainty.
No objections escaped me, though, save for a slight tensing at the sensation of him, at the way he was pushing against me.
Then, suddenly, he was surging inside, one deep thrust, taking me to the hilt.
The pain screamed through me, making my whole body jolt, my eyes flying open, my mouth parting in a loud cry.
Renzo’s face, so masked with desire a second before, tightened.
His dark eyes cleared, scanning my face as the tears teased, then poured down my cheeks, finding it impossible to think to brush them away when all I could focus on was the burning pain between my thighs as my body objected to the long, thick length of him deep inside.
Confusion twisted his features for a second before his gaze slid down, not stopping until he was looking where our bodies were joined.
“Fuck,” he hissed to himself, his body going ramrod straight.
The look of horror on his face had panic gripping my system.
Then his dark gaze cut to mine, his head shaking.
His voice was a rough scrape against already frayed nerves.
“Lore…”
I sniffled hard, trying to pull it together, trying not to ruin this, despite the pain, despite the desire for it to be over already.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, voice low. “Fuck. Fuck,” he said, this time more to himself, his gaze going between our legs again.
The pain intensified then as I felt him moving inside of me.
“Easy. Easy,” he said, voice softer, his hands grabbing my thighs, preventing them from closing as I tried to squeeze them shut.
There was more movement, more pain, until, suddenly, the full sensation was lost as he slid out of me.
The burning feeling became a raw ache that had me pressing my thighs tightly together as I fought another wave of tears.
The bed depressed, and I was aware of Renzo’s back as he walked.
Away from me.