“You certainly know what to say,” she said.
She dropped her hands down toward his shoulders, and she was just going to hug him, only she didn’t stop at his shoulders.Instead, she started to work her hands around the front, and then she teased the front of his shirt.She just fingered the button.Then, she couldn’t help but loosen it.She went to the next button, and one by one, she started to loosen them until there was nothing left, and his shirt was open.
He’d already removed his jacket before entering her sewing room.Once the shirt was open, she put her hands at his abdomen, and slowly spread them up, wrapping her arms around his neck, and he sunk down, his lips within touching distance.
She kissed him and couldn’t help but moan as he was so close to her, and she didn’t want to let him go.Lorenzo put his hands at her waist, and she felt completely lost.His touch was setting her on fire, her need getting higher with every passing second.
She wore a shirt and pair of pants, and he quickly swiped them off her body.She was more than happy for him to do that.
Clarissa reached for the belt of his pants and started to tug at it, and he moved her hands out of the way, and with expert precision, without jerking motions, he loosened the belt of his pants, then they were on the floor.He’d already kicked off his shoes.
She was in lingerie.He was in boxer briefs.There was a small distance between the two of them, and Clarissa couldn’t help throwing herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck, pressing their bodies flush together.
The moment his mouth was on hers, she needed him in a way she hadn’t needed anyone else.
****
Lorenzo knew in theearly months of his marriage, he fucked up terribly.There were no other words for how bad he’d been as a husband.At first, after all the husbands discovered their wives heard their little rant, he’d regretted it.Only now, over a year later, it felt like the best thing they had ever done.
He never wanted to hurt Clarissa, but that was what needed to happen to move past what was making their marriage miserable.Even though their marriage had been arranged, he didn’t want to be miserable.He wanted to be happy.And now he was, with Clarissa.His love for her wasn’t going away.
Wrapping his arms around her, he couldn’t get enough of feeling her.He ran his hands all over her.Whenever he could touch her, he took the chance.
Cupping her ass, he pulled her in close so she felt how aroused he was.His cock was rock-hard, and he growled against her neck.Another moan filled the air of the sewing room, and he took her to the rug on the floor.The moment she was on her back, he reached for the catch at the front of her bra and flicked it open.He cupped her tits, and Clarissa helped him remove the last of the bra.Then he began licking and sucking at her nipples, because there was nothing else he wanted other than to take those large red buds into his mouth.
He bit down on them, sucking them hard into his mouth.She arched up against him, and he let one tit go, but went to the other, and with his free hand, he massaged the tit he no longer had in his mouth.With the other, he sucked on the nipple, using teeth, hearing her gasp in the right way so he knew it was turning her on.
Letting go of that nipple, he didn’t move on, but he sunk his hand down to cup her between the apex of her thighs.She whimpered and even through her panties, he felt how wet she was for him.Lorenzo slid a finger beneath the silk, grabbed the fabric of the panties, and couldn’t resist as he tugged, tearing through them so there was nothing on her body.He tossed them to the side, and the only reason he was happy to tear these panties was that they were purchased by him.If she’d made them, he wouldn’t have been so easy to destroy her hard work.
With the panties now out of the way, he put his hand between her thighs and pressed a single finger through her slit, which made her gasp, then arch up just a little.A small moan escaped her lips as well.
He moved between her breasts, and licked and sucked at each hard peak before kissing down her body.
“Don’t you want to go to the bedroom?”she asked.
“No, I want you to have some good memories of me inside this room.”He kissed her stomach and spread her legs, staring down at her perfect cunt.
He stroked his fingers through the fine hairs of her pussy, and then opened the slit to see her swollen clit.
“And I want you to get soaking wet as you imagine me here and what I can do to you.”He stopped talking long enough to spread the lips of her sex and start to run his tongue down the valley of her pussy.He stroked his tongue around her clit, gliding back and forth, then taking that clit into his mouth and sucking it.
She cried out and arched against him.He reached out and grabbed her wrists, pinning them against the floor so she was completely at his mercy.She had no choice but to give herself over to him.
Another moan and he dipped his tongue down so he could start to fuck her with it, and she wriggled on his face.He brought his tongue back up and started to stroke across her clit.He licked and sucked, feeling the change within her.
Lorenzo let go of her wrists and shoved his hands beneath her ass, gripping her tightly as he started to ravish her pussy.He didn’t hold back, and as she went right over the edge, he was more than happy to keep her at the precipice of pleasure for as long as she could handle it.Only when she couldn’t take much more did he stop, but he couldn’t help but press a single kiss to her clit.The moment he did, he knew he wasn’t finished with her yet.
Flipping her over, he had her on her knees, and she didn’t argue with him but followed his lead.
He loved this new level of trust she was starting to show him.It drove him wild.
Spreading the cheeks of her ass, he looked at her tiny, puckered asshole, but he was more interested in her pussy.
He still wore his boxer briefs, and he shoved them down his thighs as his cock sprang forward.He wrapped his fingers around the length and worked from the tip down to the base, then back up again.
Lining the tip of his dick to her entrance, he started to work inside her.Inch by inch, he glided inside her, sinking deep, and she cried out, moaning as he sunk inside her tight heat.As soon as he was halfway inside her, he let go of his dick, put his hands on her hips, and started to pull her back against him so he was seated to the hilt within her.
She released another of those soft, subtle moans, and he tightened his hold on her and slammed the last inch inside her.Clarissa cried out, but there was no pain, just pleasure.He gave her a few moments to get used to the feel of him deep inside her.There was no way he was going to push her to that edge.
