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Emboldened, my hand pressed against the front of his low-slung towel, feeling his hard cock against my palm, my hand closing around it.
A hiss escaped Lorenzo as his body shuddered.
In punishment, his teeth sank into my lower lip, pulling until I let out a small, pained whimper.
His hands moved down, grabbing my wrists, yanking my arms up over my head, pinning them to the wall behind me as his hips shifted inward, his cock pushing against the fabric of my barely-there shorts, making me cry out against his lips.
And damn if I didn't feel his lips smiling against mine before he pulled back, eyes blazing, watching me as he did another slow, deliberate hip thrust, as my thighs parted for the invasion, as my hips bucked forward to invite more of the sensation as he grazed across my cleft.
My breath shook through my chest as he shifted his hands, grabbing both my wrists in one grasp, freeing his other hand to move downward, slipping under the hem of my shirt, fingers teasing the skin of my belly above the waistband of my pants before stroking upward. And I swear little fires sparked across my skin.
His palm closed around my bare breast, squeezing, making a moan escape me as I arched my back, pressed myself against his hand, needing more.
A small smile pulled at his lips as his thumb and forefinger snagged my nipple, doing a roll that was just shy of painful.
"Lorenzo," I whimpered, my hips rocking against him, desperate for more, for everything, for complete and utter oblivion, something I knew he could give to me.
"What do you want?" he asked, voice a gravelly sound that slithered across my skin, sank in, and turned everything inside to mush. "My fingers," he clarified, hand moving down, pressing between my thighs. "Or my tongue?" he asked, giving me a wicked smile.
"Both," I admitted, not caring how needy I sounded. I was needy. And he knew it. There was no pretending when he saw me as clearly as he did right then.
A low, rumbling growl moved through him as his hands grabbed the waistbands of my shorts and panties, yanking them roughly down my legs, barely giving me a second to step out before his hand was grabbing my knee, lifting, throwing it over his shoulder.
Then his mouth was on me, tongue tracing up my cleft before circling around my clit.
My hands slapped down on the back of his head, holding him against me as his tongue started to do little flicks against my clit and two fingers plunged inside me, thrusting lazily.
My hips rocked shamelessly against him as his lips closed suddenly around my clit, sucking hard, sending an unexpected orgasm through my system, leaving me crying out, body shaking, hands holding onto him for dear life as my leg muscles weakened with the intensity of the waves that crashed through me.
Lorenzo kept working me through it, stopping only as the last tremor moved through me, as everything became too sensitive for anything else. As if sensing this, he moved away, kissing and nipping down my thigh, then back up, over my belly, working his way upward.
He barely had a chance to get to full height again before my hands were grabbing at the tuck of his towel, pulling, then tossing it away as my other hand pressed into his chest, pushing him up against the window, urging him to sit on the low sill to make up for our height difference as I lowered down to my knees.
My hand grabbed him at the base as my lips closed around his head, sucking him deep, feeling his cock press past the point of comfort, making me choke around him for a second before I relaxed, adjusted.
He didn't let me go for long, grabbing a fist-full of my hair, yanking slowly backward, little sparks of pain racing across my scalp as he slid out of my mouth.
His eyes were small slits of desire as he pulled me upward, making short work of removing my shirt, my bottoms. Reaching down, he snagged me behind the knees, yanking me off my feet as he got to his, carrying me back into the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed as he went into his nightstand, grabbing a condom, slipping it on, then looking over at me as he stood off the side of the bed.
The hunger in his eyes made a fire blaze through my core, spreading outward until my entire body was heated.
Lorenzo reached downward, grabbing my ankles, pulling me across the bed, hiking up my knees, then coming over me, his body pressing me into the mattress as his lips crushed against mine.
His teeth sank into my lower lip as he thrust inside me.
There was nothing slow or soft or sweet about Lorenzo. He fucked like he lived. Hard, fast, demanding.
