Page 67 of Her Hidden Smile

I kept her dancing on a knife’s edge. There was no way I was going to let her come until my mouth was on her pussy. She needed to know her scars didn’t matter one damn bit.

She moved her hand off my wrist and off my shoulder. Then she was pushing down her leggings.

“Easy, Cariña, I’ve got you.” I brushed her hands away and stripped off her leggings and panties and stared at the bounty in front of me. Before she could worry, I put my hands on her calves and started sliding them upwards in a slow caress.

I was telling her the truth, the skin on her left side was just as beautiful as the skin on the right. In fact it was more so. In these scars, I could see her spirit. It showed me the story of her strength and resiliency.

“You’re so strong, Millie. You’re the strongest person I know.”

I peppered kisses over her knotted flesh.

“Renzo, no.”

“Yes.” I was careful with her. I didn’t know if caressing her with my unshaven cheek would hurt, so I touched her reverently with my fingers and continued to lavish kisses on the rough patches of her skin. Ever higher, past her tempting curls, until I was gently licking her hip, then kissing and worshiping.

“Your scars aren’t ugly, my love. They’re beautiful. They show me your strength, your power, and your courage. I am in awe of you.”

She began to tremble again, and then I heard her crying.

“Millie, no.”

I glided up and looked at her. There might have been tears, but her smile was wide and bright.

“Is that truly what you see?”

“Absolutely.”

She clasped my cheeks and drew me down for a sweet and salty kiss.

“Thank you, Renzo.”

Her tears had stopped.

“You have nothing to thank me for. I’m telling you another truth.” I swept my hand down her body and found her legs parted. I slid down, eager to continue. I needed to pleasure her, to taste her.

I draped her legs over my shoulders. “Does this hurt?” I didn’t want to be putting her scarred leg in an awkward position.

She shook her head, dark hair floating across her breasts.

She looked like a pagan goddess.

I’m not going to survive.

Her pretty pussy was flushed, and her clit was peeking out. I could see all of her sweet arousal glistening there, and she smelled so good. Even here I swore I smelled peaches.

I parted her nether lips and then, finally, took a leisurely lick along her folds, tasting heaven. Millie let out a sharp gasp, but I wasn’t worried. Both of her legs had gone taut; this wasn’t pain, it was pleasure. I took another long lick, then another.

She started to make the sexiest little mewling sounds, then I felt her fingers in my hair, pulling, then pushing. She could pull all she wanted, there was no way I was going to stop enjoying my treat.

When Millie was writhing and mewling, I took her clit into my mouth and sucked. Hard.

“Renzo,” she wailed.

It wasn’t enough. I needed to take her higher. I slowly pushed one finger into her tight, hot depths, and twisted. She yelled my name again as her pelvis bucked up, and her hands pushed my head down.

I continued to tease her with my tongue and finger, prolonging her orgasm as long as I could. Finally, she dropped back down onto the mattress and her hands slid out of my hair.

I kissed my way back up her body until I could look her in the eye. They were gleaming.