Page 54 of Inez

“Then show me," he growls.

I capture his mouth, grip him, panting into his mouth as I press his tip against my clit, eliciting a sharp gasp. His fingers claw into my ass, and I feel his muscles tense beneath me. Anticipating. Craving.

Abruptly, Lorenzo stills, grabs my wrist. "I'm not wearing—"

I kiss him quiet. "Unnecessary. All I’ll say right now is that the birth caused what's called secondary infertility. I can't conceive again. And obviously, considering our respective situations, we are both free of any possible STDs."

“If you're sure," he says. "I won't put you at any kind of risk."

"I've had three different ob-gyns confirm my infertility. We're safe." I rest my cheek against his. "And I don't want anything between us. I want to feel all of you."

He guides my face away so he can search me. "You aren't afraid? No panic?"

I smile at him, my heart melting all over again at his concern for nothing but me. "I'm not afraid. I just want you. I want to be one with you."

He releases my wrist and brushes the wild, inky cloud of my hair away from my face, and then roams his hands down my back to take hold of my ass once more. "I am yours, my love. Do with me what you will."

In my time, he means. He won't move until I tell him he can.

I’m in control.

I caress his length again, once, twice, and I feel him respond, hips tipping to push his cock into my touch. I rest my forehead on his and lower my hips—just a touch. Press him against my opening until the fat, thick head of his cock splits my lips apart.My heart, despite my claims of a lack of fear, starts to hammer madly, and my breath comes in shaky, gasping pants.

"Soph?” he whispers, concerned.

I cover his mouth with one hand for a moment. "I'm good. I'm okay. Just…try not to move. Please."

He runs his hands up my back, soothing over my shoulders and down my spine to my ass, repeating that circuit in comforting circles. "I won't. Not until you say so." His voice is tight, however, and I know it's costing him to hold still when I imagine all he wants is to bury himself inside me.

I keep hold of his cock at the root, eyes closed tight as I feel him splitting me open. I whimper as I lower my hips another inch, taking more of him; he's inside me up to his glans—I stroke his length until I meet my own flesh, and I feel him pulsing in my hands. I already feel so full, stretched open and aching with him, and he's barely inside me. I let go of him, rest my arms on his chest and grip his shoulders, head ducked, panting and whimpering—nervous, scared now, yes, but also aching with need for him, ready to take all of him, to be full of him, to be one with him, heart, mind, soul, and body.

I feel him shaking with the strain of holding so absolutely still when I know every fiber of his being must be screaming at him to move, to take me, to drive the rest of the way in.

I sink lower, take more of him—my mouth drops open and a shrill gasp escapes my throat as he fills me with another inch of his immense, hot cock.

I hold still, letting my body grow used to him, letting my sex stretch around him. I feel every last centimeter of him inside me, and I want more. I want all of him.

I pant breathlessly, mouth hanging open and shuddering against his throat. "Ren, you feel—oh god. Oh god,Ren."

His grip on my ass tightens to the very edge of painful, and his answering growl is rough and ragged and raw. "Sophia, my sweet Sophia."

"Sweet?" I echo, huffing a laugh—the laugh makes me squeeze around him, and he jerks in response. "I'manything but sweet."

He tilts my face up to his. “Kiss me."

"I have morning breath."

"I don't care. Kiss me."

I slide my lips against his and part my mouth for his tongue and kiss him, letting my love and need and desire and affection and passion and desperation bleed into the kiss, infuse it with wild hunger.

He pulls away after a moment, just enough to whisper. "See? Sweet."

"Only for you." I brush my mouth against his ear. "I'm ready for all of you, my love."

"Soph—" he starts.

I drive my hips slowly down toward his, and I let out a shrill, breathless cry as his huge, hard cock sinks into me, inch after inch of thick, hot manhood splitting me, stretching me, filling me to glutted, aching fullness. He's so big and it's been so long that it truly hurts at first, and I have to go still, trembling above him, whimpering as my pussy stretches to accommodate him.