Page 30 of Renascence

No one has ever spoken to me the way Venom does. He’s crude and crass… and my body is eating it all up. Every filthy word goes straight to my clit, making it pulse with need. As if he knows, he shifts his attention there. His fingers move in a circular motion, intent on wringing another life-altering orgasm from me. I whimper, pulling his face into my neck. His lips latch on to a spot there, sucking as his tongue moves in lazy circles. The man is a sex god. I haven’t even seen his dick yet, but I’m on the verge of coming twice within mere minutes.

“Come for me, Emily. I want to feel your body shaking under me.”

“Yes….”

He moves faster, fingers pressing into my sensitive flesh. My muscles contract, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from screaming. Venom begins to rock, his chest rubbing against my aching nipples. It’s exactly what I needed to push me over the edge. I scream, convulsions ripping through me as I crush his body to mine.

He grunts, actions slowing before he slides to the bed next to me. His fingers remain in my pussy, trailing featherlight touches up and down. I shudder, a moan passing my lips as I settle in against him.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Amazing. Those were my first non-self-induced orgasms, ever.” I giggle before realizing what I admitted to him.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. There are many more to come.”

His arm curls around my waist, pulling my back against his front. Sighing in contentment, I allow sleep to take me.

***

“Mmm….”

I don’t know what’s going on, but something feels incredibly good. I open my eyes and realize there are fingers pinching my nipple. Venom. He’s still nestled behind me, his erection digging into my ass.God, he’s so hard and I haven’t even touched him. Of course, James always blamed me when he couldn’t get it up.

A twist of my nipple sends all thoughts fleeing from my mind. I turn onto my back with another moan. He doesn’t hesitate, his mouth replacing his fingers.

“Your tits are amazing,” he mumbles.

I grasp a handful of his hair, hips rising off the bed when his hand glides down my stomach. By the time his fingers brush over my lips, I’m soaking wet.

“Fuck,” he groans, sliding a digit inside me. “You’re killing me, Emily. I want inside you so fucking bad.”

Me, too!“Yes, Venom. Please….”

“Patience.”

My muscles clench, squeezing his fingers when he adds another. I spread my thighs, giving him more room. A grunt of—I can’t believe it—satisfaction leaves his lips. His teeth graze my nipple, biting into it when I whimper. The fingers inside me start to move slowly, picking up pace as I grind on them in wanton abandon. I don’t know what he’s doing to me, but I like it. Iloveit. I want more.

“Venom….”

“Love the way you say my name. You’ll be screaming it soon.”

Oh, God. My hand tightens in his hair, keeping him at my breast. He fucks me with his fingers, hooking them and pressing on my top wall. With each thrust, he pushes them as far as he can, his thumb connecting with my clit on every in motion. His beard is rough against my skin as his mouth works my nipple, sucking, licking, biting. It throbs, but there is no pain. Just pleasure.

Just him.

Justus.

“Come, Emily. Come for me.”

It can’t be possible, but it’s happening. The quickening sensation zips through me, my pussy clamping down on his fingers.

“Emily….”

My name on his lips is my undoing. “Venom!”

My body shudders, back arching, eyes squeezed shut. I feel empty when his fingers leave me, sliding between my lips, over my clit, and up my stomach. He turns off the lamp by his bed, pulling me against him once more.

“Sleep, babe.”