Page 133 of Love Him Like Water

He wasn’t wrong about that.

I was.

Once he showed me how he liked having me go down on him, I was surprised by how often I found opportunities to do so. How much I wanted to.

Because seeing a man like Renzo Lombardi lose control was a power like I’d never known.

And let’s say that practice had truly made perfect, because I’d even picked up some new tricks all on my own.

I slid up his length, teasing my tongue around the head, then letting his cock slide out of my mouth with a little pop that had his body jerking before holding his cock up straight, and pressing my lips to the very base of him, sucking the underside of his cock from base to tip, making a deep, ragged groan move through him.

“You feel so fucking good taking my cock,” he groaned as I took him in to the base again, this time opening my eyes to look up at him. “Fuck,” he groaned, then grabbed the sides of my head, holding me still as he fucked my mouth for a few long seconds, making me gag, getting me sloppy, before he finally slid out of my mouth, and dragged me to my feet.

Grabbing me, he turned me, bending me over the island, then yanking up my skirt.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demanded as his cock teased between my lips to move up and tap against my clit. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured. Then he slid back and surged inside of me.

Hard. Deep.

Making me have to grab the other end of the counter to stop from being pushed up and onto it.

That rumbling noise moved through him as he settled deep.

“This fucking pussy,” he groaned. “Made for me,” he added as he started to fuck me.

I was already halfway there.

And the uncontrolled way he was fucking me drove me right to the edge, leaving me crying out as he pumped into me over and over, his release hot deep inside of me.

“Come here,” he demanded, reaching for me, and pulling me toward him. “This looks real fucking nice,” he said, teasing the bodice of my dress with his fingertip. “But I think this would look even better,” he said, pulling up the skirt, and lifting the dress up over my head, leaving me completely naked. “Yeah, think I like the idea of you walking around the kitchen just like this.”

The heat rose to my cheeks for a second.

But this wasn’t the first time he’d made that kind of request.

I could feel his gaze on my ass the whole time I walked away to the bathroom, then when I emerged to find him sitting on the chair in the living room.

I made my way right to him, climbing up on his lap, resting my head on his chest. My favorite place in the whole world.

I wanted to wait until dinner.

Really, I did.

But something about this moment, with his heartbeat under my ear, and his fingers drifting casually over every inch of skin, felt even more right.

“I have to tell you something,” I started.

“If you already spent that five grand on books, you know where to find more,” he said, making a smile tug at my lips.

“We’re going to need to increase that book budget soon,” I said, pulling back to look at his face.

“Yeah?” he asked, something in my voice having his brows draw together.

“Yeah,” I said, reaching for his hand, and pressing it onto my belly. “Because I plan for this baby to be a reader too.”

I watched as the curiosity morphed to understanding. And then, better yet, wonder.

“You’re pregnant?”

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