Page 63 of Contempt

Her mouth, on the other hand, said, “Do those things, then.”

“All of them?”

Lucia lifted a brow. “Anything you want, Ren.”

Because she had a feeling that she was going to like doing what he wanted to do to her a hell of a lot more than feeling the way she had felt for the last few years. Alone, and empty. Entirely. It hurt, and yeah, this might hurt, too … but not right away.

He came for her mouth again.

Hungry, again.

The force of his kiss pushed her back to the bed, but he came with her. Never once did his lips break from hers as he worked her jeans down her legs, and then his pants followed soon after. His weight coming down on hers as he rested down on top of her was perfect. Just enough to make her feel pinned under him and it got her chest oh, so tight.

Her cotton-covered sex grinded against the length of his dick pushing against his boxer-briefs. She had no shame—she wanted the feeling of all the ridges of his cock rubbing against her slit and clit. All the while, his mouth followed a hot path down her chest. His hands pushed up under her shirt, and drove it higher around her throat.

Then, he found her breasts under her bralette. Those rough palms of his felt like sin tightening against her tits, and while his mouth traveled lower on her toned stomach, his thumbs tweaked her nipples into hard buds.

“Fuck,” Lucia breathed, her back arching from the bed. “What are you doing?”

She meant it in a what are you doing to me kind of way, but Renzo took it quite literally when he replied, “I want a taste of this pussy, baby. Do you know how long it has been since I got my tongue on your cunt? Since I had your taste in my mouth? I want you on my tongue, Lucia. I want to fuck that pussy with my mouth, and then watch you lick it from my lips as I slide inside you.”

The sound that escaped her throat was weak.

And primal, too.

Raw like she felt—the way he made her feel with his hands sliding down her stomach as his mouth hovered over her pussy. His fingers curved around the edge of her panties, and his gaze locked on hers as he dragged them down her thighs. There was something wicked in his smile; something damning, too.

She was going to be so fucked after this.

No doubt about it.

She lifted up her backside just enough to let him slip those panties down further. She felt the soft cotton graze her skin in the slowest way—an inch at a time. And then when he finally had them down her legs, and tossed to the floor?

He was back between her thighs in a blink.

That hot mouth of his worked her pussy like it had her mouth—rough and harsh. Like he was starved, her pussy was the meal, and he was never going to get enough. The textured pad of his tongue lashed against her clit over and over again until she could feel her heart pulsing through her sex against his mouth.

His fingers came down to work against her, too. Sliding through slick lips to find damp, hot flesh. His fingers slipped into her pussy to fuck her hard as his mouth drifted away from her clit just long enough for him to murmur, “Are you going to give me what I want, Lucia? Lick yourself from my lips as I fuck this pussy? Have you missed my cock?”

“Oh, my God.”

Her back came off the bed again as sparks danced across her skin. She couldn’t help but squeeze her eyes shut as the orgasm ravaged through her system. The noises that crawled out of her throat echoed through the room.

His name was the loudest thing, though.

She was still shaking when he drifted back up her body. He already had a condom in his hand. She was trying to figure out when in the hell he had grabbed that—probably from his pants—but figured it didn’t matter. Not when she got to watch the way he slid latex down his cock as he came a little closer to her mouth.

Almost there.

Now, she kind of wanted to taste herself on him.

He’d teased her with the promise.

“Fucking missed you,” he whispered.

Lucia swallowed hard. “Me, too.”

She got to watch as he fitted himself between her thighs—the way he gripped the base of his cock as he slid it through the lips of her sex before coming to a stop right at the slit. He gave her just the tip, first. Pressing in, and then pulling back out. He did that over and over until he’d worked a good two inches in with each thrust, and the same lost when he pulled back out again. He kept that up until she was shaking all over, and begging.