I slather my tongue against his shaft as it slides through my mouth, and I swallow around him and gasp raggedly through my nose and cup his balls and massage his taint.
And then, before I know what's happening, I'm on my hands and knees in front of the mirror and Ren is huge and hard and all rippling muscle and bronzed, beautiful skin behind me. He has his cock gripped in his fist and his other hand reaches between my thighs to feather fingertips against my pussy. I feel the thick round plump squishy head of his cock nuzzling my seam, and then I'm groaning as he feeds himself into me ever so slowly. Once he's sliding inside me, he grabs my ass with both hands, caressing the broad, curving spread of my ass. His hips bump against my ass as he bottoms out inside me, but then he pulls my cheeks apart and thrusts even deeper, and I cry out in a shrill, tight-throated, keening whimper, so full I ache with it, my pussy stretched around his huge cock.
"Ren!" I gasp, as he pulls back, hesitating. "Oh god, you feel so fucking good inside me."
I don’t know where the dirty words came from, but I like how they sound, and I love the effect they have on him: he snarls wordlessly and slams back into me, pounding deep, hips slapping against my ass.
"Sophia," he growls, drawing back slowly, only to drive back in right away. "Fuck—you feel—ohhhh, shit, my love. I can't…I need to…"
He trails off, his fingers digging into my ass in a harsh, bruising grip that has my pulse racing and my core tightening.
"Tell me," I pant, pushing back into his thrusts. "What do you need, Ren?"
Thrusting slowly, I feel him shaking, feel his grip tighten until I know I'll have fingerprint bruises on my ass. "I'm trying to be…to be—" He growls again, and, as if his thread of control is slipping, he drives another hard thrust into me.
I lengthen my spine and press my chest to the rough carpet of the closet floor, arms stretched out in front of me, and I sink my ass backward into his thrust. "Let go, Ren," I breathe, looking over my shoulder at him. "Let go."
"I—I don't want to hurt you," he says, his voice a low growl.
"You won't. I promise you won’t hurt me, Ren. Just let go. Give me everything you've got." I push back into him, arching my spine as he pulls away and then driving back into his thrusts once more. "Fuck me, my love. Fuck me as hard as you can."
"Oh god, thank fuck," he snarls from between gritted teeth.
He draws back, palms roaming in soothing circles over my ass cheeks, and then rams into me, once, hard, growling in primal ecstasy—his hand cracks against my left cheek, a sudden, shocking, but not exactly painful smack that has me squealing and jerking away, only for him to grip me by the hips and yank me into his thrust, fucking so deep my eyes cross and my squeal of shock dissolves into a low, feline snarling gasp.
"Ren!" I cry. "Ohgod, I love that. Iloveit. Do it again, baby. Spank my ass. Fuck me and don't stop. Please, Ren, please, fuck, fuck, please fuck me!"
"You beg me for it?" he demands in Portuguese, teeth gritted as he rears back.
"YES!" I cry in the same. "I'm begging you, my love, please, please—Ren, my love, please, oh god fuck me, fuck me harder."
I hear the words I'm saying but I can't believe it's me saying them—but I love it. I love the freedom I have, the safety I feel with Lorenzo to give him every last part of me, my wildness, my intensity, my need, my desperation, and I can trust him to take it and hold it and protect it and cherish it.
Any last shred of self-restraint my Ren may have had left is gone, then. One hand sliding up my spine, the other grips my ass cheek, and he fucks into me, a hard, fast thrust that leaves my ass quivering and my pussy spasming around him. Another, and then another, and then he's finally giving it to me with unrestrained desperation, grunting with each hard thrust, pushing firmly on my back to press my chest to the floor. I lengthen again, giving him the angle he seems to want. And my fucking god, the angle is incredible. His cock strokes deep inside me, hitting me inside just right, at the perfect angle to hit the G-spot I always thought was a myth, and now the spasming of my pussy around him becomes wild and frantic, and I use it to make it better for him, squeezing around him with each violent fucking thrust.
I watch us in the mirror, holding Ren's eyes in the reflection. My tits sway and bounce and jiggle with each thrust, and my ass quakes, and my whole body is rocked forward. Ren's abs ripple as he moves, his arms flex and shift, his muscles sheened with sweat, his chest anvil hard and his shoulders broad, and my god, my man is so damned gorgeous as he takes me.
I'm overcome with love, watching Lorenzo fuck me. Tears flood my eyes, threatening to spill over, hazing my vision, and I cry out hoarse and raspy as yet another climax swells within me, titanic and crushing, dwarfing the previous ones he's given me even before it's reached its zenith. He picks up the pace, grunting as he fucks me harder and faster, deeper and deeper with eachthrust, and I can't move with him anymore—all I can do is claw at the carpet and take him, take him, take him, screaming until my throat is raw, never looking away, never breaking our locked gazes.
And then, again without warning, Ren bends over me, lifts me up to my knees as he sinks back to sit on his shins. I'm sitting on his thighs, now, and he's impaled deep. I lift up, kneeling tall, reach back and bury my fingers in his hair, and he cups my tits in his hands and drives up into me.
And my god, my god, what a view. I can watch his cock slide up into me from this angle, I can watch my pussy stretch around him, lips thinning as he spears into me, inch by inch, until he bottoms out inside me.
He palms my face and pulls my head around, claims my mouth, sucks my tongue into his mouth, growling in his chest as he kisses me, as we meet each other's thrusts—I lower myself onto him and he drives up, and each thrust goes deeper than I thought possible, until my entire being aches from the depth of him within me. Cupping my cheek and kneading my breasts, he moves into me, moves with me. This isn't fucking, anymore—it's not even just sex or making love. This is beyond understanding, deeper than description, it's something more than merely physical connection or sexual union. It's metaphysical. It's spiritual.
Now, in this most unlikely of moments, I feel…how do I even put it? I feel my soul unfurl and open, feel the weight of trauma and torment fade, dissipate, and dissolve into nothing, feel my Lorenzo rising to meet me, feel each second expand into minutes and minutes into hours and then hours become weeks and weeks become millennia, and my physical form seems to fall away as his mouth and mine mate and move and meld, and our bodies connect, become one—a phrase heard often but never grasped until now. He fills me—yes, physically, driving into meand crashing through me and crushing his heat inside me and I clench around him and even our screams and grunts commingle and become a symphony, a susurrus of sighs. I breathe his breath and taste his tongue and gasp into his mouth and move with him, delving down onto his frantic thrusts, and we watch our lovemaking in the mirror, eyes locked and wide and fraught with love and wonder, and we are sweat-sick together, skin sliding and slipping and clapping and cracking and sucking and squelching.
Have I come once? Twice? A dozen times? A thousand? I don't know. I've lost count of the spasmodic eruptions of heat within me as I move with Lorenzo. Perhaps each scream is a climax, each gasp an orgasm.
Perhaps I’ve died and gone to heaven.
If so, I'll gladly stay in this endless heaven with Ren forever.
18
FIRST DAY OF FOREVER
LORENZO
