Page 132 of Love Him Like Water

Finding him giving me that sweet smile as he came across the room to pull out my chair.

“Everything smells fucking amazing, mouse,” he said, kissing my temple, making my heart swell.

“Okay, so my family has a tradition,” I said when everyone started taking their seats. “We go around the table and someone says one thing they’re grateful for this year,” I told them.

“Easy,” Renzo said, staring right at me across the long table. “I’m fucking thankful for you.”

Lore - 3 years

“You’re home early,” I said as Renzo walked in, making a beeline for me.

He was kind of ruining my plans, actually.

I was only halfway done cooking a very important meal.

One that was going to come with an announcement at the end.

The whole ‘and baby makes three’ kind of announcement.

Big deal stuff.

And here he was.

Early for the first time in two weeks.

What were the chances?

“Missed my woman,” he said, coming up behind me, pressing my front against the island as his head ducked, his lips pressing against my neck. “How long we got until that food burns?” he asked, teeth nipping my earlobe, making desire surge through me.

I glanced at the clock as his fingers teased up my bare thigh. I’d dressed up for the reveal too, going out and buying a flirty little sundress I knew Renzo would drool over.

“Forty minutes,” I said as his fingers snagged my panties, teasing them to the side, and running a finger up my cleft, finding me already wet for him, ready for him.

“Fucking starving,” he said as he went down on his knees behind me, pulling my panties down with him, making me realize he had another meal in mind even as I felt his head slip under my skirt and press my thighs apart.

Then his mouth was on me, sucking my clit, then working it with the circles he knew I liked so much, making me slam my hands into the island as my legs started to shake.

My moans filled the apartment, quickly drowning out the sounds of Sinatra crooning from the stereo.

His fingers slid inside of me, curling and stroking against my top wall, driving me to the edge faster than seemed possible, then making the orgasm float through me, a shallow pulsing that moved deeper as it went on, as he kept working me through it.

“Renzo, please,” I whimpered as he kept working me even after, taking me down from one orgasm, and working me toward another.

“Please, what, mouse?” he asked, nipping my inner thigh.

I knew exactly what he wanted from me, how he would usually have to tease it out of me.

But I wasn’t an insecure little virgin anymore.

And years with Renzo’s dirty mouth had been rubbing off on me.

“Please fuck me,” I said, hearing that growling sound move through him that I loved so much.

“Fucking love how it sounds when you say that,” he said, moving to stand behind me, ruching up my skirt with one hand as he freed himself with the other.

“Wait,” I said, turning, watching his raised brows as he stood there with his hard length in his hand. “Maybe I’m hungry too,” I said, watching his eyes blaze even before I lowered myself down in front of him, taking his cock at the base with my hand, then sucking him long and deep, feeling his groan of pleasure like a touch across my clit.

“Fuck, mouse,” he groaned, rocking a little deeper, making me curl my toes tight to ease the gag as it started when the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. “Always so fucking greedy for my cock.”

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