Page 29 of Love Him Like Water

“You’re gonna come for me again,” he said. Then, as if my body felt compelled to agree with him, the orgasm screamed through me, making me rock against his fingers and cry out again.

Before the orgasm even finished cresting, I felt a slight pinch as Renzo slid another finger inside of me.

“Don’t tense,” he demanded. “You can take it,” he encouraged me, and I forced myself to exhale hard, relaxing against him. And realizing he was right. I could take it. The slight discomfort gave way to more of that familiar ache.

“Do you want to try again?” he asked, fingers still thrusting. “Do you want to feel me here,” he asked, thrusting a little harder, his finger separating, spreading me, preparing me for more.

I won’t lie and say there weren’t reservations, weren’t fears of the pain again. But I felt myself nodding, hoping he was right, that this time it could be different.

Renzo’s fingers left me, and then I felt myself being rolled under him again, his weight a surprisingly comforting pressure as I felt his hard length rock against my cleft.

“Stay with me,” he demanded, pushing up to look down at me as he shifted, and the head of his cock pressed against me. “I’ll go slow,” he added, increasing the pressure against me. “It will be different,” he assured me, pressing, pressing in.

I took a deep breath, trying not to tense, to prepare for the worst.

There was a slight burn as his thickness started to penetrate me. But it wasn’t like the last time, a slight ache, not like a stabbing, as he inched inside of me, stopping if I tensed, waiting for me to relax into the new sensation again.

“Feel how good you’re taking me?” he asked, his words making my walls quiver around him, making that little rumbling sound move through him in response. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned as he finally stopped surging inside me when he was settled deep.

He paused then, taking a slow, deep breath, seeming to try to find some control.

“Am I hurting you, mouse?” he asked, the smile tugging at his lips saying he already knew the answer as my hips rocked tentatively against him.

“No,” I said, my hand sliding up his sides.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” I said, my hips doing another rock against him.

Renzo withdrew slightly, then slid back in, a velvety soft sensation, a fullness that felt so right.

My legs rose, crossing around his lower back, urging him on.

He was so slow at first.

So gentle.

Wanting to prove his earlier words right.

It could be good.

He could make it good.

My hips rose to meet his thrusts, my nails digging into his skin, my moans growing as the orgasm built.

“Can you take it a little harder for me?” he asked, voice rough.

“Yes,” I moaned, rocking into him as he surged harder, deeper.

“Fuck, just like that,” he groaned. “That’s a good girl,” he said, driving faster, harder, sending me right to the edge, then shoving me over, the orgasm tearing violently through my system, intensified by the fullness of him within me.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groaned as my walls pulsed around him over and over. “Fuck, that feels good,” he said, thrusting through it, then suddenly pulling out, his release hot on my thigh as he cursed in pleasure.

I watched him after, looking like a god, sitting back on his heels, his head thrown back, his body tense and glistening.

I couldn’t seem to stop from reaching out, my fingers teasing over his thigh.

The barely-there touch had his eyes opening, much clearer now with the need abated.

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