Chapter 48
I’ve never been scaredto believe someone. Either believe them or don’t. But every word past Renzo’s lips fills my heart with such profound happiness that I can’t ward off a sliver of fear. I’m scared that if I grab hold with both hands only to discover it’s an illusion, my shattered pieces will never fit back together.
This man has listened to my desires, witnessed my failures, and seen me living my deepest fears. In a short span of time, he’s come to know me better than anyone. Not only does he want me but he’s also willing to give up everything to have me.
I can hardly wrap my mind around it.
I thought I’d never want to belong to anyone, but with Renzo at my side, I feel stronger, not weaker. Our connection builds us taller than we could stand alone. And when we fall, like I’ve done today, our bond is a safety net.
How could I have ever seen that sort of symbiosis as a weakness?
I’d already come to accept my feelings for Renzo. I love him. There’s no denying that. But at this moment, I recognize our connection for the gift that it is, rather than a situation I have to sort through.
“I’m yours,” I breathe in awe. “I love you, and I’m yours.”
His chest expands as though the emotions within are too vast to be constrained. “You’re goddamn right you’re mine.”
He kisses me.
I rip open his shirt. Buttons scatter to the wood floor.
He pays no mind, yanking off the shirt while I grapple with his belt and pants. Weeks of frustrated desire boils to a frenzy, making us mindless with need for one another. He kicks off the rest of his clothing. I’m expecting him to come at me with ravenous hunger, but he stills instead. I look down and realize what’s caught his attention. He’s staring at the gun in my thigh holster. I’d forgotten about it and am now wearing nothing but it, my bra, underwear, and a pair of ivory heels.
“Fuck, Shae. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He nudges a finger under the elastic strap holding my tiny .22 caliber in place and slides his finger around to my inner thigh, his hand drifting up to cup my sex over my pink thong. “Do you have any idea how often I’ve fantasized about finally having your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock?”
His free hand tugs down my strapless bra, freeing my breasts to set atop the padded cups. He bends and fills his mouth with my breast while his hand slip beneath my silk panties to spread my arousal in slow strokes to my clit and back.
I lean against the wall, my eyes rolling back in my head.
He kisses lower until he’s on his knees. “As sexy as this is, it has to go.” He slides my thigh holster down my leg and off. “With our combined luck, one of us will end up shot.”
I have to laugh because he’s not wrong, but my smile quickly fades when he spreads my thighs apart and rips the bottom of my thong clean in half. The elastic waist is still on me, but the front and back hang loose like straps for a garter, leaving me bare. And this time, I’m truly bare—trimmed and shaved and ready to be eaten alive.
Renzo is up for the task. He begins to devour me, draping my legs over his back, then standing up with me seated on his shoulders. My back rests against the wall for support while his mouth is buried in my pussy as though he’s eating the ripest, most delicious slice of watermelon he’s ever tasted.
And the sounds he makes—I’ve never had anyone make me feel so damn sexy from moans of pure delight at pleasuring me. He’s playing a role to get me to the finish line. He’s legitimately loving every second, and that helps me relax and enjoy the feel of his incredible touch.
When one hand squeezes my ass cheek and the other twists one of my pierced nipples, I have to grab a handful of his hair to ground myself. The pleasure is overwhelming. All-consuming.
My legs begin to twitch and tremble. “Ren, I’m so close already. Oh God.” I don’t know if it’s his skill or the emotions or too long between orgasms, but this one barrels at me like a freight train. I feel the rumbling tingles of its arrival seconds before it careens into me.
Waves of electric pleasure short-circuit every nerve ending in my body until I am nothing but sensation. Pulsing, coursing, vibrant sensations from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. And when the intoxicating storm starts to recede, I’m left feeling like I’m floating on a lake of serenity.
Renzo slowly lowers my feet back to the floor, but only long enough for him to swoop me back into his arms, bridal style. It’s a good thing, too, because I’m not sure my quivering legs could have held me upright.
“That was so fucking phenomenal,” I breathe into the crook of his neck.
“Silly girl, that was just the appetizer.”
He takes me to the bedroom and lays me down, my head nearly hanging off the foot of the bed. When he stands over me and strokes his throbbing cock, I realize his intent and lick my lips.
“Fuck, do it again,” he growls.
I slowly slide my tongue along my bottom lip. A shiver of anticipation wracks his body before he brings the head of his shaft to my lips. I open and flatten my tongue, welcoming his thick warmth into my mouth. I angle my head back further so I can take more of him in. When I moan, his core flexes as he presses himself all the way to the back of my throat. He doesn’t stay there long, careful to make sure I have no problem breathing.
For several long minutes, he leisurely fucks my mouth. My hands squeeze and tease my breasts because it feels good but also because I know he likes it, and this is about him. I want him to feel every bit as incredible as he made me feel.
I suck and lick and moan and touch myself until he hisses and pulls away, his breaths coming in shallow, ragged puffs. He immediately joins me on the bed, aligning his body with mine.
“I didn’t think it was possible, but that was even better than I imagined.” He kisses a path along my neck, his cock warm and deliciously hard against my upper thigh.
“Imagine it often, did you?” I tease.
“You have no fucking idea.”
My humor dissipates as carnal hunger takes its place. “I might be more familiar than you’d expect.” I wrap my arms behind his neck and my legs around his middle. “Fuck me, Ren. I need to feel you inside me.”
He angles his hips so that his head is teasing at my entrance. “Didn’t put a condom on.”
“I’m not on birth control, but I just finished my period, so I don’t think it’s an issue.” I know I should be more careful. I’m not ready for kids yet. But that’s not the way it works with Renzo and me. Our love isn’t careful; it’s consuming. And I want to connect with him without anything between us.
Skin to skin.
Heart to heart.
Renzo starts to ease inside me. “Good, I want more than anything in this world to see my cum dripping from your cunt and know that you are unequivocally mine, so long as I live and breathe.” His voice grows more strained as he surges deeper inside me.
I gasp and nod, holding him tighter. “Yes, I’m yours. Only yours.”
That’s his cue. He sinks all the way inside me … then again … and again … and again until he is pistoning his way deep into my soul. Each powerful thrust is so commanding, my body has no choice but to come alive with pleasure.
His body slaps at the perfect angle against my clit while stoking that secret bundle of nerves inside me. I don’t have to chase anything because my orgasm stalks me like a ravenous panther. It’s so intense, I can feel my core swelling and throbbing in preparation.
“Ren … it’s so good.” My dazed words are breathy and tense with anticipation because this feels different from anything I’ve experienced before. “Oh God. Ren, it’s coming.”
“You squeeze me so damn tight. Say my name, baby. Say my name when you come apart.”
His voice is as ragged and strained as mine, and hearing that lights the final spark that detonates a bomb inside me. I start to cry his name, but it morphs into a scream of intense pleasure. My inner muscles spasm with such force I’m vaguely aware of what feels like liquid squirting past those muscles.
“Fuck yes,” Renzo says in a half hiss, half moan before his orgasm overtakes him. His body curves around mine as his core contracts. I cling to him, reveling in my waning pleasure and relishing the sight of him finding his own release.
We hold one another as we recover. And once we’re both breathing evenly again, Renzo rises to his knees and stares raptly at my core as he slides his cock from inside me. It makes me remember the squirting from before. Is that what he’s looking at? Is there a puddle beneath me?
I’m suddenly mortified. My knees try to angle inward.
His hands ease my legs back apart. “Told you I wanted to see my cum dripping out of you, and fuck is it perfect.” He takes his thumb and smears the liquid in a circle around my opening. My inner muscles clench involuntarily, which squeezes out more.
Renzo groans, and it’s the most heady, addictive sound I’ve ever heard. I think he might take pictures and hang them on the walls if he could.
“I thought you were looking at the bed. I think I might have made a mess. I’m sorry. That’s never happened before.”
The most self-satisfied smile I’ve ever seen creeps across his face. “That means I’m doing it right.”
Somehow, that doesn’t make me feel better.
“You don’t look convinced.”
“It’s not that. I’m just worried I might do it again. The mattress—”
“Has a cover,” he continues for me, lowering back down to lie at my side. “And I’ll buy a goddamn truckload of sheets if we need them. Never felt anything sexier than you squirting all over my cock. Jesus Christ, my woman can fuck.”
I can’t help myself. I toss my head back into the pillow and laugh from deep in my belly. When the laughter subsides and I bring my gaze back to Renzo, his hooded stare fills me with warm summer picnics and cozy winter nights by the fire. He doesn’t hold back an ounce of his adoration. He shows me everything he feels and gives me all that he is.
How could I ever consider refusing that sort of honesty and devotion? It’s the greatest gift I’ve ever received, and I won’t give it up for anything.
“You know, you’re stuck with me now,” I whisper to him, the tiniest hint of my insecurities resurfacing.
“Stuck implies a need to escape, and I don’t ever want to be free of you.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
“Okay,” he says back.
As simple as that, my heart is his. Signed, sealed, and delivered.