Page 137 of Contempt

“Ren.”

She was still trembling when he pulled away from her sex, flipped her over on the island, and pulled her down so that her knees were on the two stools. He fitted in behind her, his pants shuffled down, and her pussy was still clenching when he filled her full. That first thrust sent her body sprawling against the countertop.

He pushed one hand against her back, keeping her pinned to the countertop. His other hand wrapped in her hair, and pulled tight. He fucked her hard from behind as her sounds echoed through the quiet apartment. She was sure her neighbors were going to be happy people when she finally moved out, and they didn’t have to hear this every few days.

She couldn’t even meet their eyes anymore.

Fuck it.

“Fuck yeah,” Renzo muttered behind her, “back into that cock, baby.”

Was she?

Christ.

His pace picked up as her sounds got louder. He pulled her hair harder, and pushed her firmer into the countertop, too. There was something about giving her control to him that did it for her—it made her wetter, if that was possible, and got her body even hotter.

Insane, really.

“Fuck, there,” she breathed.

She came again.

Shaking.

Breathless.

So high.

He followed soon after, painting her back with streaks of come that warmed her skin up all over again. She felt his fingertips drag through the fluids before coming to rest at her backside. Trembling fingers. He leaned against her, and his breath pulsed against the back of her neck.

“Fucking love you,” he mumbled.

Lucia grinned. “Love you, Ren.”

“Sit up, huh?”

“What?”

He didn’t explain, simply helped her to turn around on one of the stools until she was facing him. She didn’t even care that she was naked, and he was already tucking himself away. She was going to have to clean the mess they made, but that was a background though, too.

Especially because he looked … nervous.

“Ren?” she asked, smiling.

He cleared his throat, and laughed. “So maybe now isn’t the right time.”

“For what?”

“Just, I’ll get you dressed first, okay?”

She just shook her head, but if that was what he wanted. It took a couple of minutes for them to clean up, and pull on clothes again until both of them dressed. He set her right back up on the stool, and both of his hands came to rest on her thighs as he came close enough to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. He kissed her until she smiled, and then he dropped another kiss to the tip of her nose, and her forehead.

Sweet kisses.

She just wanted more.

“Okay, now’s good,” he murmured.