Page 44 of Renascence
I do as I’m told because one, he’s the boss in here, and two, those things look fucking delicious. He places it at my lips and I take a bite, closing my eyes and moaning. I was right.
Before I can swallow, my bra is pushed up, exposing my breasts to him. He flips the pastry over, spreading the ricotta filling over my nipples. My back arches, a garbled cry coming from me when he leans forward and licks it away.
“Tastes so much better like this,” he says, offering me another bite.
This time he waits for me to finish before sucking the filling away from my other nipple. His lips move south, kissing my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel. The brush of his beard adds another level to the sensations. I writhe beneath him, impatient for more. Standing over me, he dips his finger in the sweet cream, placing it at my lips. I take the offering, swirling my tongue around his finger as my eyes meet his.
“Good girl. I’ll let you put that mouth to use soon.”
Yes, please.
He lets me have the last piece of the pastry, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties. Raising my hips, I allow him to remove them. Instead of adding it to one of the corners of his room, he shoves it in his pocket.
“Fuck, Emily.”
For the first time tonight, I get the urge to hide. I reach down to cover myself but he restrains my hands once more, gripping and keeping them above my head. His free hand slides over my mound, then slowly down to glide over my now slippery lips.
“You shaved for me?”
“Well… you… you asked me to.”
“Fuck,” he murmurs, then immediately drags the elastic band out of his hair, falls to his knees, and buries his lips in my pussy.
“Venom!”
If I thought his beard against my stomach was something… holy hell. As his tongue swirls, his head follows its movements, the hair on his face prickling my clit, lips, mound, and inner thighs. I reach down, realizing why he freed his hair when I grab a handful. He sucks my clit into his mouth, both hands sliding up my stomach to palm my breasts. I moan and groan and whimper, hips rising off the bed. He pinches my nipples, twisting them in a way that should hurt but only amplifies my pleasure. While one hand continues to torment my nipple, the other joins his tongue in its assault on my pussy. Two fingers slip inside me, moving in and out while he licks at my clit. Those fingers curl, dragging against my top wall.
“Oh, God!”
He moans, tongue flicking faster. The hand on my breast alternates between massaging my flesh and pinching my nipple. I grip the sheets above my head, back arching and pushing my breast into his palm. My breathing stops when he sucks on my clit. Resting on my elbows, I watch him. Our eyes meet, his stare unwavering. The hand on my breast moves to my face, fingers on my cheek, thumb in my mouth. I suck on it, wishing it was his dick instead. He must be reading my mind because he groans, actions becoming more vigorous. I won’t be able to hold on much longer. I can’t. My muscles clench, body tenses.
“That’s it. Come for me, Emily.”
I scream, body convulsing as I come. He wasn’t lying. I didn’t think it possible, but he outdid his performance from last night. When I open my eyes, he’s removing his jeans.
His turn.
I watch him undress, admiring his physique. His arms and chest are covered in tattoos, the ink only adding to his appeal. I want to run my tongue over every inch of skin. As he reaches into the drawer on the nightstand, I sit up, trailing a finger around the metal running through his nipple.
“You like?” he asks.
I slide my gaze from head to toe.Definitely. “I do.”
“I need you naked, Emily,” he says with a smirk.
I remove my bra, licking my lips as he rolls on a condom. Climbing in next to me, he leans against the headboard and extends a hand. I take it, moving to sit astride him. His eyes lock on to my breasts. This time there’s no desire to hide.
“I’ve wanted you like this since the day we met.”
My breath catches.
Grabbing my ass, he guides me until I’m sliding down his hard dick. I grip his shoulders, moaning as I take every inch.Christ.Yup, definitely won’t be walking tomorrow. I rise up, adjusting my position before slowly sinking down. Fully seated, I take a moment to get my bearings before I begin to move.
“Fuck, Emily. You feel amazing.” Leaning forward, he pulls a nipple into his mouth. “Fucking amazing.” His fingers dig into my hips as he moves to my other breast. “So fucking tight.”
“Or you’re just huge.”
His knowing smirk assures me he’s heard that countless times. However, as big as he is, he’s the one who feels amazing. I slide my fingers into his hair, getting lost in the moment. Moving faster, I glide back and forth, gripping him with my muscles. He groans, hands moving back down to grab my ass in order to control my actions. Up and down I go, concluding that size definitely matters. The stretch, the depth… I’ll never be a “motion of the ocean” girl again.
