He looked down to where his long fingers slipped through her damp curls and found her clitoris. Sonia gasped as a shock of delight made her buck against his touch.
She had a single moment to absorb the impact when Renzo settled down between her legs and lowered his head. Another slide against her sensitive core. This time it wasn’t his hand but his seeking tongue.
Sonia watched his dark head move between her pale thighs, then he caressed her again and everything inside simultaneously tightened and turned liquid. Another lick, the slow, careful touch of exploring fingers and suddenly the night broke apart on a piercing wave of sound. Her vision blurred, her perception of time and space, as rapture slammed into her, a palpable force.
On and on it went, an exquisite ecstasy so acute it bordered, surely, on pain.
It was only as the aftershocks were easing, when she had time to breathe between convulsions, that she realised the sound had been her voice, screaming Renzo’s name.
No wonder he looked smug as he lifted his head. His lips glistened even in the dull light and Sonia shuddered again at the thought of why they were wet.
Her body was heavy and wrung out by the force of her orgasm, yet that knowing smile, the sight of his broad shoulders rising from between her legs, sent another bolt of excitement straight to her womb.
‘I need you. Now, Renzo.’
‘So impatient, la mia piccola tigre.’
‘Are you calling me...a tiger?’
‘My little tiger. I love your wildness.’
Sonia blinked as he moved back and let her legs down onto the bed. Her? A tiger? That wasn’t the Sonia Rossi she knew. Yet she felt a fillip of delight. She’d rather be strong and demanding, a little wild, than too reserved to voice what she wanted.
The last months had changed her, she realised. She’d tried to be strong all her life but when it came to men, or more precisely sex, she’d been passive, focused on her partner’s pleasure often at the expense of her own.
She watched Renzo reach across to the bedside table and grab a small packet. Protection, she realised, and something dipped in her belly, like a rollercoaster hurtling down from on high. It was what she craved, yet seeing him roll the condom on was simultaneously arousing and a little scary.
She’d known Renzo a little under a week. She’d known Eric months before she even kissed him. The old Sonia would say things were storming forward too fast. The new Sonia shivered in expectation.
‘Stop thinking, cara.’ He prowled over her to plant his hands on the bed above her shoulders, legs straddling hers. ‘Just let yourself go.’ Renzo’s voice was seductively low and easy, pitched to turn her insides to honey.
‘In case you haven’t noticed, I already have.’ For some reason Sonia didn’t like being told to relax. This feeling of overwhelming elation and hungry expectation was unfamiliar, proving how little she really knew about physical intimacy. Had she ever reached such a pinnacle of bliss before?
But despite the fretful thoughts, her body knew exactly what to do. When Renzo kneed her thighs apart and settled between them she slid her hands over his shoulders and her feet over his legs. The contact of body on body was so delicious her eyes fluttered shut so she could savour it. Renzo was big and beautifully made and hard in all the right places. His teeth grazed her throat and one hand closed on her breast and Sonia’s breath stopped.
He was going to torment her again, she could tell, taking delight in spinning this out, which would be wonderful except right now she had to have him.
Locking her legs higher round his waist brought them in perfect alignment. Yet even then Renzo took his time, nuzzling his way down to her breast as if he had all the time in the world. It was fantastic and delicious and frustrating.
Time to take matters into her own hands. Which Sonia did with delight. Or more precisely, with one hand, but as she closed her fingers around him, drawing him into position, she felt a tiny shudder run through his big body.
Instantly her impatience disintegrated. He was taking time to make this good for her. Already he’d made it better than the man who’d once professed to love her. The man who’d used and betrayed her.
A surge of tenderness filled Sonia as she guided Renzo to her then tilted her pelvis to take him. There was an endless, breathless moment of stillness. Even Renzo’s breathing stopped. Then, with a guttural sigh that made her feel like she was made of gold and myrrh and ambrosia, Renzo plunged down, forging into that aching emptiness and filling her so profoundly it was as if she’d never done this before.
Perhaps she hadn’t. Renzo didn’t talk of love, only sex and pleasure, but he showed more caring, more tenderness and genuine warmth than any man she’d ever known.
Sonia wrapped her arms as far as she could around his wide shoulders and curved up into him, locking them closer.
It was a wonder she could breathe. This felt so tight, so full. So wonderful, she decided as he withdrew and thrust again, this time harder, pushing the air from her lungs. And again, so a tickle of sensation buzzed into being right where they connected.
Renzo’s forehead was on hers. She felt his damp hair, the heat of his breath on his face, felt the shudder rip through him as he took her. The pressure built within her again, another climax forming like a wave in the ocean, ready to smash down on her. And at the same time something else built. Tenderness, a feeling of connection, of gratitude so overwhelming Sonia didn’t know what to do with it.
‘Sonia.’ He wiped a hand across her cheek and she felt wetness there. She blinked and, as he lifted his head, saw concern in those ebony eyes.
She didn’t want concern. Instead she wanted to lose herself in joy. To give him what he’d given her.
Sonia grabbed his hand and dragged it down to her breast, arching into his touch as she tilted her hips high against him, drawing him deeper. Then, with her other hand clutching the back of his head, she leaned up and kissed him with all the generous sweetness welling within her. Kissed him and sucked at his tongue and squeezed him with her internal muscles, till he erupted into movement, pumping hard and fast and harder still.