Page 37 of Harbor

“Stop worrying. At least, about me and him.”

Renzo grinned sinfully, and then kissed her again. Only this time, his teeth dragged along her lower lip in the best fucking way as he pulled away. “Yeah, not really thinking about that at all right now. Something else sounds—”

She interrupted his teasing by kissing him that time.

Renzo lifted from the tub, never once breaking their kiss the entire time. His tongue warred with hers; his lips worked fast and hard against hers, taking her breath away with each stroke. Their kiss only broke long enough for him to yank her shirt off, and for her to get her hands inside his boxer-briefs. His soft cock quickly hardened under the tugs of her palms against his smooth length. He backed her hard against the counter, his breaths coming out faster with each pull of her hands on his cock.

“Fuck,” he grunted against her lips. “Let me get these shorts off you, Lucia. Let me get a taste of you, huh?”

He waited just long enough for her to nod—always good like that; always waiting for her okay—before he grabbed the waistband of her cotton sleep shorts and yanked them down her legs. The fabric bit into her skin from the force of him pulling them off, and even her panties went down with them.

Lucia didn’t even care.

All she cared about in those moments was the fact Renzo was on his knees, and his palms felt like hot sin against her inner thighs. He pushed her legs open, and his tongue peeked out to wet his bottom lip when he got the first look at her pussy. She had no doubt she was already wet—just kissing this man could ruin a pair of her panties.

It didn’t take very fucking much, honestly.

“Jesus, look at you,” he rumbled.

There was something about the tone of his voice when he was turned on that really did it for Lucia. Something about the way it deepened, and roughened. It made her sex clench from just the sound alone.

His hand skimmed higher on her inner thighs, and just the sensation of his knuckles grazing along her bare pussy was enough to make her jerk against the counter. He chuckled at her reaction, stroking her again in the same exact way just to make her do it again.

“You better stop teasing,” she warned.

Renzo looked up, and cocked a brow. “Or what?”

Shit.

He had her there.

He knew it, too.

Just the sexy, sinful curve of his lips—wicked in a blink—told her that.

“Ask me, Lucia,” he murmured.

She swallowed hard. “Ask what?”

“Ask me to eat you. Ask for my mouth on your pussy. Ask me to bury my fingers in you while I eat this pretty pussy of yours. Open your mouth, and use those words I want to hear you say. Ask me, and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

“You’re something else.”

Renzo licked his lips again, flashing his teeth in a grin. The tips of his fingers glided through the sensitive lips of her pussy, parting them and dragging along the seam of her sex. She felt the slick wetness he found there, and how cool his fingertips felt against the warmth of her pussy. He trailed those wet fingers of his up to her clit where he pinched her.

She swore the air was yanked from her lungs.

“God,” she hissed.

“Ask, baby.”

She would if she thought she could speak, but she wasn’t sure that she could do that at all. It didn’t help that now his fingers were tracing tight, small circles against her clit. Faster, and faster with each one. He watched her all the while, that grin of his deepening as she started to shake from his teasing.

“You’re gonna make me come like that,” she breathed, her exhale shuddering.

Bliss teased her senses.

It was almost there.