Page 10 of Let Me Love You
His eyes darkened to an even deeper shade of blue. Quick breaths punctuated the air between them. She drew on his finger, swirling her tongue around the digit.
No one, not even her ex-husband in the early stages of their relationship, had ever looked at her the way Ren watched her now. So much need. So turned on.
She needed him to fuck her senseless. To fill the void that left her questioning her attractiveness, her sensuality. Consequences be damned. She gripped his wrist and slowly pulled his finger from her mouth, letting it float over her tongue before nipping on the tip.
“Fuck me.” She didn’t recognize her husky voice. “I need to feel you inside me with this.” She cupped his length through his shorts. He more than filled her hand. A feral sound vibrated through him and his cock jumped at her words and touch.
He squatted, kissing her abdomen, her hips, the front of her thighs while he tore her bikini bottoms down her legs until they pooled at her bare feet. She grasped his shoulders to keep her balance. Stepped out of her bottoms. Rising up and grabbing her hips with both hands, he lifted her onto the granite countertop next to the fridge as if she weighed nothing. She inhaled sharply, the cold a shock against her heated bottom.
“Say it again,” he begged, spreading her knees and stepping between her legs.
“Fuck me.”
“You have no idea what hearing those words does to me.” A wicked smile stretched across his lips.
“I have some idea.” She cupped his erection again.
“I guess you do.” He chuckled.
She tugged at the bottom of his shirt, wanting to expose his skin, see him, feel him. Reaching behind his head, he pulled at the back of his gray Florida Gators t-shirt in that way entirely male and tossed the cloth on the kitchen floor on top of her bikini.
Stacey glided her hands over his taut chest and down over his ripped abs, relishing the peaks and valleys of his muscles. He was hard everywhere and she wanted to explore every inch.
Closing his eyes, he dropped his head back. Resting his hands over hers, he followed her survey of his body as if he wanted to know how he felt to her.
She slipped her hand lower and squeezed his cock.
He grunted.
Kicking off his flip-flops, he shed his cargo shorts allowing them to fall to his feet. He pushed his blue boxers down until he freed his erection.
She gasped. His cock was long and heavy, fully erect, jutting out. Thick veins pulsed under the silky skin. The head, purplish red, looked angry, like a flaming firework ready to erupt and soar high into the sky. He was glorious.
“Your body is amazing.” She glided her hands back over his chest, his small nipples tightening at her touch.
He clenched his cock in his hand, stroking from base to tip while his gaze ran the length of her.
“You’re gorgeous. You’ve been making me like this for years. I’ve never wanted to be with someone so desperately. There’s so much I want to do to you. With you. But right now, I need to be inside you.”
His words ramped up her desire. Her heart banged hard against her chest.
Leaning over, he pressed his lips softly against hers, grasping her hips and pulling her closer to the edge of the counter. He planted tender kisses along her neck, across her collarbone, over her breasts, then kissed her lips again.
Wrapping her hand around his neck for support and leverage, she leaned back, ready to accept all of him. Still holding his cock in his hand, he rubbed along her slick pussy, circling her little bundle of nerves with the bulbous head. Her eyes rolled with the jolt of electricity. The prior orgasm had left her overly sensitive.
“I need this, Ren. I need you.” Stacey meant it. She did need this. The excitement. The rush. His eyes were dilated and hooded. He edged his mouth up into a devilish grin.
“And I’m going to give it to you.” A strained voice. “I’ve never wanted to do anything more than I want to be buried in your tight little pussy.”
He squatted and pulled a condom from a pocket in his shorts. He ripped the foil package with his teeth, tossed the foil on the floor, and rolled the condom over his thick length. Aligning his cock, he eased inside of her slick opening one slow inch at a time. The sensation of the invasion scorched as her tight walls clamped down on his shaft. His breath stalled just as hers did. He edged his hips forward little by little until he was buried to the hilt.
He hissed. “Jesus fucking Christ!” He stilled and gripped her hips tight, his fingers digging into her flesh, sure to leave bruises, the good kind. His eyes widened. “I’ve never…holy shit!” He rolled his eyes back and dropped his head forward against hers. His breath burst out hard and fast.
She’d never felt this full, this complete during sex. Perhaps abstaining with a broken heart heightened the experience. Or Ren simply knew how to use his body to pleasure hers.
She drank in the beautiful sight of him. Clenched jaw, hooded eyes, athletic body glistening with a hint of perspiration. Muscles rigid with tension and restraint. The image would live in her memory forever.
She circled her hips and ground into him, needing the friction, the movement. Desperate for him to move.
