Page 87 of Contempt

“Now,” he uttered.

She came down on him, then. Fast, and rough. There was something about the way he stretched her open for that first pump—the way her pussy flexed around him, and her juices covered his dick.

“Love it,” he muttered. “Ride me, then.”

She did.

Wild.

Raw.

His hands curved tight around her ass as her mouth crashed down on his again. He could feel her shaking already—she was always so responsive to him. Always right there on the edge of an orgasm, and it only took the right words or the proper stroke from him to push her off into bliss.

He liked the way she looked like that.

A little desperate, and a touch needy.

“You wanna come?” he asked.

Lucia nodded fast—a jerky motion that accompanied her teeth biting down into her lip. That sight was enough to make him want to blow his fucking load as deep as he could get it inside her pussy, but he wasn’t that selfish.

Her first.

Always her first.

He made her come hard when he stuffed a finger up her ass. She came even harder when he fitted a second one in there, and bit her throat right over her pulse point at the same time. It was the sound of his name coming out of her lips that took his control away, though.

Renzo came hard enough to take his words away.

His thoughts, too.

But that was okay.

He was with her.

FOURTEEN

Lucia knew the exact moment Renzo woke up because she could feel his eyes on her. She said nothing even as he shifted in the bed, inching onto her side of the mattress where she’d vacated a couple of hours ago. She didn’t want to wake Renzo up just because she couldn’t sleep—he looked like he needed the rest.

Did he ever relax?

She didn’t know.

Tightening the Afghan blanket around her shoulders, Lucia sunk further into the chaise, and watched the clouds float by in the sky. Sitting in front of the large bay windows of her hotel room, she’d at least found some peace watching the sky instead of lost in her thoughts and emotions. She was still trying to make sense of that mess.

“What are you doing over there, huh?”

Lucia smiled and peered over her shoulder to look at Renzo on the bed. He was quite a sight resting amongst white sheets with his tanned, inked skin and sexy smile. He rolled onto his stomach and already had a hand reaching out to her.

Like he might pull her back to the bed.

She’d like that too much.

Instead of getting up to grab his hand and go back to the bed with him, Lucia reached out and grabbed hold of his hand with her own. She didn’t move from her spot, and he didn’t tug on her hand to encourage her to get up.

No, his thumb just stroked the side of her hand softly. It was enough to send shivers cascading through her body all over again. She loved his touch. She found that even after all this time, she still craved it.

He probably knew it, too.