Page 15 of Love Him Like Water

Insecurity started to plant, take root, and grow, but then Renzo was suddenly moving, his hands planting on the mattress at either side of my thighs, caging me in.

My gaze lifted, seeing him already watching me, but finding him still unreadable.

Shifting, his knee pressed between mine until it forced them apart, and I felt a thrill of anticipation skitter across my nerves as the heat of him met my chilly skin.

His body moved forward, and sensing he was trying to come on the bed, I scooted myself back.

He followed, his knees getting up on the mattress, moving up the bed with me until I was near the headboard.

Reaching out, his strong hands suddenly gripped me around my knees, yanking hard enough to force my body flat, actually bouncing a bit on the mattress with the impact.

Surprise had a giggle starting to bubble up, but it died before I made a sound as he suddenly came over me, his long, hard body pressing mine into the bed, his weight pinning me as his mouth suddenly found the sensitive spot right under my ear, making me suck in a breath at the secret little intimacy.

I felt every inch of him.

His wide chest crushing my breasts, nothing but the barely-there material of my nightie between us. The long, firm length of his stomach on mine. His one arm braced on my other side, forearm wedged against the side of my breast. His hips between my thighs, his hard length of desire firmly wedged against my own need, making my belly flutter.

My hands rose tentatively, unsure if I was supposed to wrap them around him or not, so I decided to settle them gently on his shoulders as his lips continued to move down my neck.

The touch sent little sizzles of desire skittering across my skin as a strange weight settled on my lower stomach, and the need became an ache between my thighs.

His hair brushed my chest as he moved up toward the other side of my neck, the touch making my thighs clamp upward on the sides of his legs, my hips writhing instinctively against him, his hardness rocking against my sensitive cleft.

The movement had a low chuckle moving through Renzo, reverberating through me, making panic rise in my system, worrying I was being too brazen, too bold.

But then Renzo’s face was moving down between my breasts, and any sort of logical thought flew from my mind.

His head shifted, and suddenly his lips were closing around my nipple through the material, sucking hard, the sensation making me see white as my back arched up off of the bed, pressing into the feeling, silently begging for more.

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.

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