Page 69 of Her Hidden Smile

He did. He licked and stroked and sucked until I was mindless, then he moved to my other nipple. My head was thrashing back and forth against the pillows.

“Your fingers,” I panted.

I didn’t have to ask twice.

Renzo moved his big hand down the front of my body, until it was sifting through my curls and his fingers were gathering up my wet arousal, then he inserted two fingers inside of me. I arched up.

“Okay?” he asked softly.

“So much more than okay,” I sighed.

Again with the wicked smile before he once again bent down to suck on my nipple, and torture my pussy with his knowing caresses. When his thumb circled my clit and pressed hard, I saw stars. I was lost in space, and I didn’t come back to earth until Renzo was kneeling above me like some kind of pagan god. He was holding the base of his swollen cock.

“Are you ready, Cariña?”

I was born for this man.

“Yes,” I sighed.

He moved my legs so that they were bent at the knees on either side of his hips. I understood why when he grasped my hips and drew me toward him. As soon as the tip of his cock was nestled against my pussy, he stopped pulling me forward. Instead, he started to slowly push his way into my body. Joining us together.

I closed my eyes. I wanted to watch him. See that lovely look of concentration on his face, but I couldn’t. The carnal sensations that were whipping through me were mind-blowing. Such a feeling of fullness. Then he pushed deeper and it stung.

He stopped.

I pushed up, but his hands kept me in place. “My way, baby.” It sounded like he had a mouth full of gravel. I looked up at him. I saw the sheen of perspiration on his shoulders and forehead. I pushed up again, and he growled. “No.”

I wasn’t afraid of him. “Now!” I demanded.

He pushed in fast, ripping through my virgin flesh. I bit the inside of my cheek, stopping any kind of cry that might come out of my mouth.

Renzo moved fast, he was kissing my throat, my jaw, my cheek, whispering words of Spanish that I didn’t understand, but his meaning was clear. He was offering comfort.

“I’m fine, you foolish man,” I whispered back. My good leg wrapped around his waist, my scarred leg squeezed against his hip, holding him close. “Renzo, the pain is gone, show me the beauty.”

His beautiful black eyes looked into mine and he smiled. He started with slow, easy strokes that were like the beginning of a song. He studied me the entire time as he used his body like a bow across a violin, eliciting music that could only be felt.

Higher and higher he took me until I flew past the clouds and burst into sparkles of light, and I heard Renzo shout my name as he followed.

I woke up from a dead sleep, my eyes wide open. Millie was in my arms, her breathing was soft and even. In sleep, I realized just how tense she normally was. The only way I could describe her now was serene. She snuggled closer as I tried to loosen myself from her grip.

“Renzo?” she whispered.

“Water, baby. I’ll be right back.”

“’kay.” She rolled over and buried her nose in my pillow and was asleep before I even left the bed.

When I got to the hall, I stood still and listened. It wasn’t possible for a tree or bush to have brushed against her house because she had everything cut back twenty feet. She’d done it so a fire couldn’t spread to her house. Everything about her house was fireproof, from the metal roof to the faux, cement siding. There was a sprinkler system installed throughout the house, and four fire extinguishers within easy reach.

When I didn’t hear anything, I quietly padded to the living room.

Nothing.

I kept searching.

Then I heard it.

A scraping against her kitchen door.