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And when my orgasm started building, making my movements more frantic and erratic, I lost his fingers as both his hands grabbed my arms right above the elbows and yanked them backward hard and fast, making my shoulders object, as he pinned them behind my back, planted his feet on the bed, and started thrusting upward into me- hard, rough, making me take him as deep as my body would allow at a pace that was so demanding that my breath got strangled in my throat for a long minute before the orgasm tore through me almost violently.
He didn't come with me though.
I was still whimpering through the pulsations when he suddenly threw me onto my back and jumped off to the side of the bed, grabbing my ankles and dragging me until I was hanging off the end, then slamming back inside me as his arms hooked under my knees, holding them in the air as he pistoned into me with the same borderline brutal pace that had shattered me a mere moment before.
His light eyes were on my face the entire time, his jaw tighter than usual, his lips parted slightly and there was the occasional hiss from between, a sound I found entirely too sexy.
"No," he said when I felt my walls start to get tight again. Soon, way too soon. I wasn't the kind of woman who had orgasms that tripped into one another. I knew they existed, but was pretty sure they were about as common as men with eight inch long and cocks that were so thick that you couldn't close your hand around.
But my body in that moment was trying to tell me that maybe, just maybe, the absence of it in the past possibly had less to do with me and more to do with my partners.
But Renny, while capable of making it happen, wasn't going to allow it.
Because right after he felt me tighten, he pulled out of me, dropped my legs, reached down to grab my hips, and rolled me onto my belly, then slammed in deep from behind and made me let out a loud moan that was, thankfully, muffled slightly by the sheets.
But that, apparently, was not what Renny wanted. He wanted to hear me.
Because his hands reached out and grabbed my wrists, yanked backward until I was standing, hanging forward, my arms pinned back by his sides as he kept slamming into me. I bit into my lip, trying to keep the moans inside, but as his thrusts got harder, I was helpless to keep them in.
"One more time," he ground out and I could hear the need for his own release heavy in his voice. "There," he said, slamming into me even harder as my walls tightened around him, as the orgasm started to crest. "Come," he demanded and then I did, crying out his name loudly enough to wake whoever might be in the rooms on either side of ours.
My legs went wobbly and I would have collapsed forward had he not been holding my arms.
He slammed deep on a growl, jerking his hips upward. One of his hands released my wrist and moved around my belly, pulling me upward until my back pressed into his front. His forehead hit my shoulder as he struggled to even out his breathing.
"Fuck," he said a minute later, nipping my shoulder before he slowly slid out of me.
Body spent and without him holding me up, I turned and collapsed down onto the edge of the bed, taking slow breaths as he disappeared into the bathroom for a long minute.
I wasn't aware he had come back up until he was kneeling in front of me, his hand landing on my knee. The other moved up to my chin, snagging it and using it to pull my head up.
"Don't you fucking dare be putting those guards back up," he demanded, eyes almost a little sad at the idea.
I felt my lips tease up slightly, shaking my head. "I can't think clearly enough to do that," I admitted.
He let out a low chuckle. "Halle-fucking-lujah," he said, slowly standing and sliding behind me onto the bed. "Come on," he demanded as I slowly turned and went to reach for the tee I had been wearing. He folded up quickly, yanking it out of my hand, and tossing it hard enough for it to land halfway across the bathroom floor. "You won't need that."
I let out a half-laugh, suddenly feeling the urge to wrap my arm across my breasts, but fighting it. "I get cold at night," I tried, shaking my head at him.
"Ninety-eight point six degrees over here," he said, cocking one arm behind his neck, the other hand patting his chest. "I'll keep you warm and toasty and if that isn't quite enough, I can think of other ways to warm you up."
