"Please, Ren," I breathe. "Please. Stop teasing me. Just—touch me. Please."
He tweaks my nipple rather hard, making me jump and squeal. "I am touching you," he says, grinning.
I fit my hand over his where it covers my sex. Align my middle finger over his. Press those matched digits against my seam. "Please."
"Tell me what you want, Sophia."
"My pussy," I hiss, the words escaping, bursting out of me, bold and daring. "Put your fingers inside me, Ren. Please. Makeme feel good." I slide my feet apart, widening my stance. "Give me an orgasm. Please, Ren. Please. I need to come."
Growling, grinning, lip curling in a pleased, aroused snarl, he presses his finger between my lips, spearing the thick digit slowly inside me. I whimper long and low as he fills my channel with his finger, curling it deep inside me, pressing deeper, deeper, and then withdrawing until his slick fingertip smears against my clit.
"Oh fuck!" I breathe, as lightning immediately sizzles through me at that first touch. "Ren, god yes. Yes. Please, please. More, my love."
He gives me more. He fills me with his touch again, slicking his finger deep inside me and pulling it back out again slowly, circling my clit once, twice, three times—a quake ripples through me, a precursor to climax that leaves me shaking and gasping, hips flexing, pushing, driving.
He nips my neck with his teeth, and then breathes hot on my ear, and then nuzzles my cheek, kisses the corner of my mouth; he fingers my clit again, circling it slowly, his touch delicate and thrilling me to quaking, shuddering, shaking, and when I gasp, he slashes his mouth against mine, claiming a hot kiss. My knees tremble as he speeds his touch, and my tongue finds his and he growls into our kiss. Heat builds in my belly, pressure swelling, and my knees dip, threaten to give out, and his swirling, smearing fingers drive me to the aching, shuddering cusp of climax. Seconds before I topple over the edge, he hooks two fingers inside me, and for a moment my legs do give way, and I'm held up only by those probing fingers inside me. I grind against his hand, reaching up to cling to his neck, and then I find renewed strength to keep my feet, and now Ren uses those fingers to fuck me, slicking them in and out fast and hard, driving my breath from my lungs and ripping a series of ragged, hoarse, panting gasps from me. I buck against his touch,eyelids drooping as ecstasy shivers and shudders through me as if I've grabbed a live wire. I watch our reflection, watch greedily as he fucks me with his fingers, and my breasts bounce and sway wildly as I buck in time with his drilling, driving fingers, and I pant and gasp and whine as climax swells and expands and builds deep inside me.
I can't form words as I reach the edge, and he hooks his thrusting fingers deep inside me and his palm presses perfectly against my clit and my mouth hangs open, shuddering as my breath lodges in my throat and orgasm detonates inside me, a hot quivering at first, a quick wave of release making my knees give out and my breasts heave.
As the climax spreads through me and builds up to a crescendo, Ren slips his fingers out of me and strums my clit in a light, fast, up-and-down stroke. The spreading climax erupts like a volcano, and a scream rips out of my chest and I quake all over, and Ren has to hold me upright, taking my weight as I lean back against him, dipping at the knees into his touch, legs spread wide open.
I watch, head resting back against his chest, as I ride his fingers, buck against their speeding, flicking, swiping, circling, knees apart and legs working. I look wanton, erotic—sexy. For the first time since I can remember, I feel beautiful. Truly, down to my bones, into the darkest corners of my heart, I feel beautiful, sexy, and desirable.
I let myself scream and cry as the orgasm shatters me, and Lorenzo's eyes soak up every quiver of my body, every thrust of my pussy against his flying fingers, every jiggling heave of my tits as I gasp and whimper and cry out.
He brings me through the orgasm to the point of feeling boneless and jellied, slicking his fingers back into me, plunging them deep and exploring inside me.
I expect him to turn me, to bend me over or push me to my knees or lift me up to cling to his waist.
Instead, he drops to his knees in front of me, broad back hunched, and his shaggy black hair tickles my thighs and then I can't help but scream in shocked delight as he fuses his mouth to my sex and tongues my clit until the scream shivers into a whimpering gasp. He thrusts his fingers back inside me, pinky and forefinger pressed against the lips of my pussy as he curls his fingers to scrape against my inner walls. I can only clutch at his head and grind my pussy against his hungry mouth, tongue driving against my clit, thrashing side to side, flicking up and down. I have to almost crouch to keep my balance, leaning back with my legs planted wide apart, hunched over him as he devours me, and I drop and dip and grind and thrust in time with his thrashing tongue and thrusting fingers, and now the orgasm I thought was over swells back to life, ramping up into a new explosive release hotter and wilder and louder than the last.
"Oh fuck, fuck, oh fuck, Ren!" I cry, chin on my chest as I buck and thrust into his touch.
My legs—well, my everything—gives out all at once, and Ren catches me, eases me down to my back on the floor of the closet.
Instead of relenting, giving me a chance to catch my breath, Ren renews his manual and oral assault of my pussy. He slows the thrusting of his fingers and softens his mouth, fusing it around my clit—I can only describe it as making out with my clit. It's slow, loving, hungry, gentle, erotic…and all the while his fingers are slicking and sliding inside me, filling and withdrawing, curling and probing and spreading and exploring my channel, and the orgasm doesn't fade, but rather hovers and builds just beneath the cusp of climax. I'm writhing beneath him, my thighs cradling his head as I arch my entire lower half off the floor, hands knotted in his hair, screaming, screaming, screaming.
The climax wrenches me into blissful oblivion, breathless and wildhearted.
As I descend from the mountainous peak of orgasm, greedily gulping gasping breaths, Lorenzo gingerly removes his fingers from inside me and releases the suction of his mouth, and begins kissing his way up my body. Hipbone, hipbone, pubis, inner thigh, navel, back to my other thigh, beard brushing my labia, ticklish and scratchy, and then up to my navel again, and then he nuzzles the underside of my breast, draping the heavy weight of it on his face and he kisses, kisses, finally rolling his mouth over my nipple and suckling it between his teeth, licking it, flicking it, and then the other, back and forth and back and forth. Still quaking with the aftershocks of two monster orgasms, his mouth on my nipples has me mewling and writhing all over again.
Teetering on the edge of a third very unexpected orgasm, I grasp at his face, pull at him. "Ren, please. I need you."
"I'm here," he growls, and then returns to sucking hard on my nipple while tweaking the other.
"I want—oh! Oh god, Ren! Jesus, Ren, fuck." I snarl my fingers in his hair and yank his head back so he has to look at me. "I want you inside me. I don't want to come again unless you're inside me."
Beard glittering with my essence, he grins. "As you wish, my love."
Before he can do or say anything else, I unhook my legs from his shoulders and sit up, reaching for his shirt. Yank it off, toss it away blindly, already fumbling at his zipper. I push him to his back and rip at his fly, yank his jeans roughly past his hips and down to his knees—he kicks them off while I slide his tight black briefs away from his erection, and then with another scissoring kick, Ren has removed them as well, and he's naked for me.
There's no thought but my need, no fear of anything except not having Ren inside me as soon as possible. I just need him. Ineed his heat, his hardness. I need his aggression and his love, his wildness and gentility.
Acting on pure desire, I have his thick, hot, hard cock in my mouth before I realize what I'm even doing. His shocked groan is hoarse, and he arches, hands diving into my hair.
"Oh my fuckinggod, Sophia!” he gasps. "Oh god, your mouth, my love…"
His stunned ecstasy is far more than worth the price of entry—all I feel as I slide my lips around him and open my throat to take more of him is pride that I'm giving him this pleasure, that I'm making him feel this good.
