“I’ve been risking my life since I picked you up. And I don’t regret it,” he responded.
I bit my lower lip and ran my hands across my shoulders. The piece of fabric I wore over my body suddenly felt too heavy, the bra too tight. Renato pushed his plate aside, gulped the remaining wine on his mug, and got up.
This fortress of a man stood before my eyes. He took his shirt off in a single pull, and posed his bare torso. His chest, a dense mass of neatly worked out muscles, gleamed under the light bulbs fixed to the ceiling in the crumbling building. For a moment I thought he could implode the walls by only squeezing his pecs together.
I felt an urge to get up. My strength left me. I wanted Renato’s hands to feel my body and do to me whatever he wished. I yearned to be possessed by that vicious desire only male beasts can bestow on their female prey.
He walked along the wall and turned off the lights. Darkness fell in the room, but I had Renato’s heat beside me.
His hands ran across my hips. He ignored my shirt and went beneath it, rubbing my lower back with his coarse palms. He grabbed my hips and squeezed.
I tried to turn around and faced him in the darkness, but his hands held me still. He forced his hard cock against my jeans and pushed me forward. My abdomen against the dinner table, I bent slightly over it.
“Let me turn around,” I said.
Renato chuckled on the back of my neck.
“Not your mouth, Emily,” he murmured. “I’m tasting your bucetinha.”
He used a Portuguese word to refer to my pussy, and that heated me up even more. His words, his warm breath, created a turbulence of tingles all along my back, neck, and shoulders. My nipples tightened under his strong voice, and I surely would not resist his orders. He was the commander-in-chief now.
Renato groped around to unbutton my skinny jeans. He pushed them down, brought my panties to my knees.
Then he got back up.
“I’m still deciding if you deserve to have my cock. You better be a good girl,” he murmured again, his hands clutched my skin under my bra.
Renato didn’t take his pants off. Getting his cock out of his trunks was not an issue, but I resented being the only naked person in the room.
Renato’s hands followed downward across my torso and stopped by my groin. He didn’t go any further toward my flower.
“How wet are you?” he asked.
I didn’t reply.
He chuckled again, but didn’t touch me.
His hands scurried over my body to cup my butt. He clutched both cheeks and gripped tightly. I groaned.
“Bend over,” he demanded.
I didn’t know what to expect from him, but I did as he ordered, pushed aside everything on the table, and leaned over. The pizza box fell to the ground.
“Leave it. Now you’ll bend more. Drop your body over the table and raise your ass on tip-toes.”
“Why, it’s good like this,” I said.
“Do as I say.”
I bent my body forward and laid it over the table, its coldness shocked the uncovered parts of my skin. Renato kept his hand clasped on my but cheek, his fingers pressing firmly around it, as his hard cock pressed against my thighs.
I could barely sustain from screaming in full anticipation of sex. I wanted him to push forward slowly, increasing the rhythm of his hips by small and progressive amounts. I wanted him sliding inside my body, filling me up with bliss.
I tried moving my outstretched hand on the table to under my hips. Renato grasped my arm and pinned it down.
“Bad girl,” he said.
“God, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Be patient. Just trust me. You do trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes I do.”
He was most definitely sure of what he was doing. I was drowned in dizziness. I wanted sex, but wasn’t getting it. At least, not the kind that I had been used to when married to Marlon, that minute-long, frantic thrusting, and shallow pleasure thing.
Renato grabbed the hem of my shirt and exposed my lower back. He kissed my skin, his hands clasped to my butt, his tongue drawing strokes all along my spine.
I groaned. The warmth of his mouth brought an unknown passion to my frigid body
“This may be our last moment together. I promise, I’ll make it worth it,” he said, his lips rubbing my skin.
It might be the last, but at least I was sure it would be special, especially after I felt his head trailing down my lower back, his tongue licking the higher parts of my butt.
Renato squeezed my flesh with coarse, steel fingers even stronger. I released a muffled cry under his strength, he responded by softening his touch and pushing my ass aside to expose my inner lips. I was now wide-opened, entirely unguarded, vulnerable to the twisted plan he had for me.
Renato stopped. Like he had frozen in contemplation, he took long breathes and assessed my value. His warm breath brushed against my skin—he was so close from tasting me.
He was doing what no man had ever done.
When he went down on me, he came without warning, delivering all of his heat to my delight. I jerked my body forward, startled, when his tongue skillfully found my clit in the darkness on the first try. His mouth, wide open, engulfed the whole of my sex. His hands gripped my ass and pulled me back over his face, then he motioned his jaws as though he was feasting on my pussy.
He clearly was passionate for what he was doing.
“What the hell is
