"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,sogood, 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 themattress, 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.
