Chapter 9 Você Sente… #4
I can't answer—the painful burn of him fully impaled in me is rapidly morphing to something else.
Still a burn, still an ache, still a stretch, but…
A good kind of burn. A delicious ache. A glorious stretch.
"No," I whisper. “Not anymore. Now you just feel…" I knot my fingers in his hair and give an exploratory rock of my hips, and fireworks detonate inside me, heat and pressure and need burgeoning in every cell of my being. "Oh god, oh god, oh god—Ren."
I feel him respond to my testing movement, his hips involuntarily trying to drive up to meet me—it's a partial movement, a thrust restrained. "Sophia…ah meu deus, meu amor, você se sente t?o bem…"
My arms wind around his neck and I cling to him, shaking. "My Ren, my love."
I tilt my hips to pull away, and his cock slicks and stutters through my tight, pulsing sex, and I cry out, gasping, head hanging to press my lips against his chest. I hesitate, drawing out the moment until I'm half-mad with the need to have him inside me—now that I know the wondrous beauty that is having him buried within me.
I nip his earlobe, breathe my request. "Ren, I want—I need you to…" I chicken out, and words fail me.
"What, my love? Anything."
“Take over, please. I need you to take over." The words tumble out, and now that they've been uttered, I feel free to be more bold. "Take me, Ren. Love me."
He cups my face, brushes my hair away, fingers diving into my hair, tilting my mouth to his, and he claims a kiss. "Yes, my love."
He kisses me and kisses me, all tangling tongues and sliding lips and gasps for breath, I have his cock wedged just inside me and I ache emptily for him to fill me, to take me, to bring us into union again.
He scours the expanse of my back, palms sliding over my spine, and then he has a double handful of my ass and he grips me, hard and tight.
"Ready?" he breathes into my ear.
I nod. “Yes. Yes, please, yes, Ren."
“You'll tell me if—"
"It won’t hurt, and I won't be afraid or panic. But if I do, I'll tell you." I cling to him, shake above him, gripping his hips with my thighs. "Now…take me."
He pulls me down his cock, thrusting slowly up into me, and he groans a long, ragged sigh of ecstasy and relief as he buries himself to the hilt inside me.
My cry is guttural and gasping, and I clutch his neck so hard I must surely be choking him, my face in his throat, his pulse a soothing, rapid stippling against my nose and lips.
"Again," I rasp. "Please. Again."
He drags me up his shaft and then immediately draws me back down, thrusting up into me again, and now we both groan in unison, and our mouths find each other instinctively.
"Ren!" I cry. "Yes—yes, my love. Again. Don't stop."
"It's good?" he asks.
“So much more than just good," I answer, lifting up to brace my hands on his pecs. "You're the best thing I've ever felt."
It's true. I burn with the ache of him as he gives me what I asked for—another slow stroke, lifting me up his cock and dragging me back down, thrusting so deep I feel him penetrate my very soul, ripping a ragged choking gasp of ecstasy from my lips.
Nothing has ever felt this way. Nothing—never. I hold his eyes as he sinks into me until my ass settles and squishes wide against his hips and thighs; he pulls my ass apart and drives deeper, and I cry out again, head hanging with my chin to my breastbone.
"More," I whisper, and then find my voice. "More!"
He groans at my demand, and his hands slide up my belly to gather my breasts, and he drives up into me, pushing deeper without pulling out first. "Oh fuck, Sophia—fuck, you feel…oh god, my love. How are you mine?"
I shift forward, putting more weight on my hands, still braced on his chest. "I am—I'm yours. All yours. All for you." I rock forward as he pulls back, and when I feel him start to thrust, I drive my ass down to meet him.
A high, breathless scream tears out of me, and I feel my thighs shaking, feel my core blossoming with expanding heat, pulsating with hot, detonating fury—an orgasm swelling low and deep.
"Soph," he groans, "Oh god, my love. You feel—fuck, fuck—"
“How?” I gasp in his ear. “Tell me, please tell me."
"Like home. Like heaven. You feel perfect." He squeezes my tits, thumbs my nipples so I judder and gasp, and then grips the crease of my hips and pulls me down while spearing up into me, and now he's shaking, his thrusts uneven and slow and shallow—holding back, desperately restraining himself.
I know what he needs. I search myself, and know I'm ready to give it to him.
I need it as much as he does, I discover.
"Ren, sweetheart." Terms of endearment come effortlessly, now, when once it felt strange to hear and impossible to say. "You can let go. I can take it."
He shakes his head. "I…I don't want to—"
I fall forward and frame his face in both hands and kiss him until we're both gasping and breathless, and I rock on him, my ass sliding against his thighs with his cock buried inside me, and I show him that I can take it.
My lips move on his, my plea so soft I don’t know if he can even hear me. "Fuck me, Ren. I want it. I need you."
He groans, a raw, shaken sigh of desperation and relief. "Sophia, meu amor, I need—oh god, I need to…"
"I know," I whisper in response. "Give it to me. Don't hold back anymore." I rock on him some more, faster now, panting as he fills and withdraws. "I know what you need, my love, and that's what I want. Right now. More than anything."
He growls through gritted teeth, his hands raking blunt fingernails down my spine, making me shudder on top of him, and then he fills his hands with my ass and grips me tight. As I continue rocking on top of him, he drives up to meet my thrusts—slowly at first, tentatively, gentle and shallow.
"Yes," I gasp. "Harder, darling. Please."
He's panting, now, teeth gritted, and his grip on my ass is painfully tight, but it's a delicious twinge, registering more as pleasure than pain. His next thrust is perfection—he draws me up and away until he nearly falls out of me and then yanks me down hard, fucking beautifully into me.
"YES!" I cry, dig my nails into his chest and rock against him, take him deeper, squeeze my inner muscles as hard as I can. "Again, my love. Do that again." I press my lips to his ear. "Don’t stop."
He moans long and low and ragged and gives it to me again, slamming me down onto him while bucking up into me. "Tell me it's good, Sophia," he demands.
"It's good, Ren, so good, so fucking good."
Again.
And again.
"Yes!" I pant in his ear, gasping my encouragement. "Again, Ren. Harder. Harder!"
He obeys.
He thrusts harder, rocks into me, and with every subsequent thrust I feel him lose more and more of his control, and I feel my own ebbing away as well.
"Touch your pussy," he breathes. "Touch yourself, Soph." He lifts me upright, cupping my breasts as he digs his heels into the mattress, heels drawn toward his ass so he can thrust into me. "Come while I'm inside you."
I obey him, crying out as I press a finger to my throbbing clit. Instant, volcanic pressure shears through me, ripping a full-voiced scream from me as he thrusts up into me, hard, making my tits bounce wildly. “Oh god! Ren! FUCK! Oh god, oh fuck oh godohfuck!"
He grips my waist and we find our rhythm together—he drags me down onto his thrusts and I use my thighs to lift up, balancing precariously on him while fingering my clit.
The sensations are overwhelming, and he adds to them, pinching my nipples so hard I gasp in shock, and then soothing the ache with a rolling thumb, and he's driving into me and I'm glutted on his thick, hot, sliding cock, and drenched with arousal and my bouncing tits ache and he pinches my nipples and twists them and cups the heaving weight of my breasts and my finger flies around my clit and orgasm bursts within me with the heat of a thousand suns and the smashing force of an earthquake.
"Ren!" I pant, as we rock together in frantic, frenetic rhythm, his cock pounding home in perfect, delicious, wickedly hard strokes. "Oh fuck, my love, I’m—oh god, oh god, REN! REN! REN!"
I can't even call it an orgasm. It's something else.
Something more.
I can't balance any longer, can't stay upright. I collapse forward onto Lorenzo and roll my hips into his thrusts, each tilt and pump of my sex a desperate, sinuous, liquidly rolling movement, and then the orgasm shatters me, and I realize I wasn’t really even coming before, I was only in the precursor tremors, and now he's fucking me in earnest, and I hold his eyes and I know I've never ever been loved this way, so fully, so perfectly.
I scream and scream until I have no breath left in my lungs and then I can't even scream anymore, and I can only keep coming and coming and coming as my Ren fucks me with abandon, and my climax is fierce and wild and potent beyond all belief or description, and I can't move or breathe or scream or do anything but tremble and shudder and shake as everything inside me, everything I am as a human being and as a woman shatters and dissolves and leaves me helpless and weeping and wild.
He pounds into me as I come, and I feel my pussy spasming around his slick, hard, sliding cock, clutching and clamping until his thrusts slow as my orgasm finally subsides into wracking, shuddering aftershocks, each one a mini-orgasm unto itself.
He slows his thrusts until he's stopped, buried deep. "Sophia," he breathes. "My god."
I can barely manage a breath. "R-Ren…" I cling to him, shaking all over. "You—you didn't—" a full body shudder leaves me gasping. "You didn't come."
"No," he admits, kissing my temple. "Not yet. This isn't about me—it's about you."
I lift up, brace a hand in the pillow beside his face, cup his cheek with the other. "Lorenzo, this is about us. I want you to come. I need you to come." I hook my heels under his thighs and roll over, hauling his huge, heavy body with me; he allows me to bring him on top. "It's your turn."
"Soph, I—"
I feel him inside me, thick and hard and long, and I see the tension in his jaw. I claw at his ass and pull him against me. Groaning, he acquiesces, starts to move into me again.
I grip the hard, taut bubbles of his ass and jerk him against me, curl my legs around his thighs, pulling with my legs as well, and I rock my hips against his, encouraging him with my entire body. "Please, Ren," I beg. "More. Harder."
"Sophia," he groans, head dropping to my chest as he drives his hips against the cradle of my thighs. "You feel—ah god, meu deus, meu amor, você sente…fuck, you feel so fucking good, meu amor, so tight, so wet."
I hook my legs high around him, cling and clutch and pull, my hands digging into his hair and clawing at his back as he strokes into me. "Everything I am is for you, Ren," I whisper in his ear. "I'm yours. Take me. Claim me. Mark me. Fill me."
His teeth sink into my flesh where neck meets shoulder and he growls, spine arching and hunching with his increasingly desperate thrusts. "Amor—Sophia—I—oh god, my love, I'm—oh god, Sophia, I can't stop it…"
"Yes, Ren, yes! I want it. I want you. Come inside me, my love. Come for me." I rock with him, cling to him with arms and legs, chanting my encouragement in his ear as he rocks into me hard and fast, fucking me with wild gasping grunts of exertion that is the sweetest music I’ve ever heard.
I feel his thrusts falter, lose their rhythm and speed, becoming staccato and hard as his climax starts its detonation. His hand curls around the back of my neck and he presses a trembling, gasping kiss to my open mouth.
"Sophia!" he breathes. "I'm coming!"
I push his face away so I can meet his gaze.
"Look at me, love, look at me. Look at me. Olhe para mim, meu amor. N?o desvie o olhar, my love, my mate, my everything.” I cup his face and go still, legs hooked around his backside, gazing up at him as he pounds into me, his eyes radiating love and blazing with passion, wide-eyed and fraught and almost in disbelief. "Come for me, Ren. Come inside me."
He drives deep and shudders, jaw dropping open as a breathless gasp escapes him, shock and wonder and ecstasy playing across his face as he finally releases. "Sophia…I—oh god, oh god—fuck! Fuck, my love, my Sophia…"
I feel him unleash inside me, feel him flood me with his cum, and it only requires a swift circling roll of my fingertips against my clit to join him in climax. "Yes! Oh god yes, Ren! Yes!"
When I come around his pulsing cock, his entire body wracking with a jerking spasm, and then he thrusts into me with renewed frenzy, pounding into me all over, groaning and grunting, and I feel his cock pulsing against my walls and sliding through me and filling me with his hardness, and I feel him coming, still or again, gush after gush spilling his hot seed inside me.
My own orgasm is fast and hard and intense, stars bursting behind my eyes, my pussy clenching and clamping around his cock with unbelievable force.
Tears pool in my eyes as we rock through our climax together, and I meet his gaze and see his eyes are misty as well, and I kiss his eyes, one and then the other, tasting salt as we move in synchronicity until there's nothing left in either of us, until we're limp and panting forehead to forehead.
I frame his face in my hands, cradling his hips in my thighs, and brush my thumbs over his damp eyes. "I love you so fucking much, Lorenzo."
He seems unable to speak. Just shakes his head, overcome by emotion. "Sorry, I—sorry. I can't—I don't—"
I kiss his eyes once more, tasting the salt of his emotions.
"This is nothing to be sorry for, Ren. It's beautiful.
" I love this sense of self I have with him—this freedom to be soft and loving and delicate.
"Sharing this kind of emotion with me, Ren, it's…
it's so beautiful. It is strength. It's trust."
“I love you," he whispers, his voice low and shaky. "I love you. I love you."
I guide his weight down onto me, gather his face to my breasts and breathe in his scent and luxuriate in the shelter of his big body wrapped around and draped over mine, and I just hold him.
After a time I couldn't possibly measure, he rolls to his back, reversing our position so I'm laying full on top of him with his cock still buried inside me, his arms around me, hands on my ass.
I fall asleep the way I woke up that first time—my Ren beneath me, around me, holding me.