Holy hell, what? I love the way that sounds.
He places his hands under my ass and stills. He must feel the wet spot from the remnants of the champagne. “Fuck, I’m sorry… I didn’t realize.”
“I don’t care. Please don’t stop,” I beg.
“Are you sure?” He searches my eyes and then reaches for a towel to help dry me off.
I grab his arm, stopping him. “Yes, I don’t care. Hell, take them off me. Please.” I kick off my boots, and they land to the ground in a thud.
His eyes widen, and he thinks only for a moment before unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. My pussy is calling out to him as he helps me out of my pants and his hands caress my thighs.
Lorenzo throws my jeans to the side and stares down at my most intimate section: my drenched panties. They’re not drenched from the champagne. They’re drenched because of everything he’s doing to me and making me feel. A small smile pulls at the corners of his lips.
He looks up at me, as if asking if it’s okay to touch, and even though I’m feeling a little self-conscious right now, I nod. “Go ahead. Touch me, Lorenzo.”
He places two fingers over my area, and they circle the wet spot, then he bites down on his bottom lip. “Fuck, Carissa…”
My eyes close when his lips come back to meet mine. While we kiss, he lifts me into his arms and my legs automatically wrap around his waist.
He carries me out of the kitchen, our lips never parting.
He tastes so good.
So fucking good.
Like alcohol and candy.
Like heaven and hell at the same damn time, and I’m not ready to be brought back to Earth.
Fuck. I don’t ever want to come back to Earth.
I snap my eyes open the moment he crashes us onto his bed. Frantically, we remove each other’s clothes—well, the rest of mine. I only have my shirt and panties left.
As he slips my shirt up over my head, he growls, and Lord is it sexy. I can’t wait to hear his growls as he’s pleasing me and mid-orgasm. I help him unhook my bra and let him fling it off. Then he throws it to the side, off the bed.
“My God… Mmmm,” he says, bringing his mouth onto my breasts, taking in an erect nipple.
“Jesus, Lorenzo,” I moan loudly, snapping my head back and hitting the pillow.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so damn sexy,” he says, coming up for air. “So fucking sexy as hell… damn.” He goes back and takes my other nipple into his mouth.
My knees shake. I desperately need my pussy to be rubbed any way possible. He’s killing me right now.
I reach down to grab the corners of his shirt and pull it up over his head. It forces him to let go of my nipple from between his teeth, but I want him naked more than anything else right now. I toss it to the side because I don’t care where it lands. I just want to feel him and be as close to him as possible.
As he moves back, I see his insanely muscled form. His pecs are defined. His abs form an eight pack. He’s a complete god. Of course, this isn’t the first time I’m seeing him without a shirt on, but it is the first time I’m close enough to touch him.
Feel him.
Taste him. Yum. I can’t wait to wrap my tongue around the rest of him.
I place my hands behind his neck and pull him closer to me, making his lips crash into mine once more. I never want his lips to leave my body. He’s allowed to kiss other parts of me of course, but he’s definitely not allowed to take them off of me.
He sucks on my bottom lip, and the sensation is completely insane.
“Fuck, I love your lips so damn much, Carissa.”
“Yeah? Well, I can’t wait to put them on you.” I reach down and tug on his sweats. They need to come off this instant.
“Carissa, wait,” he whispers as he pulls away from me.
Breathless, I respond. “What? What is it?” I wasn’t ready to stop tasting him, and I don’t want to talk right now. It’s been too long since I’ve felt anything even remotely as good as this. Stopping now is not an option.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay with all of this. I mean, I think you are, but—”
I grab the top part of his pants again. “If you don’t help me get these things off of you this instant, I’m going to flip you over and have my way with you.”
A sexy smirk forms on his face. He’s obviously pleased with my answer. “Maybe I would love for you to do that.”
“Maybe I’ll make your wish come true then.” Without giving him another second to think, I slide up from under him and push him onto his bed by the shoulders. He could have easily stopped me, considering his size, but I had a feeling he would gladly let me.
He lays his head on the pillow, allowing me to get to work. Damn, I haven’t done this in so long. I sure as hell hope I don’t suck right now.
Well, I will suck, but not suck… Oh, forget it. My thoughts are getting to me, and I just need to relax and get down to business.
I take a deep breath and pull his pants down in one swift movement. The fact that he’s wearing nothing else underneath has not escaped me. It’s damn sexy when his cock springs out.
My mouth goes agape, taking in his size. “Wow.” I chuckle.
Quickly snapping his head up to look at me, he says, “Ugh. Is that bad?”
My eyes widen, and I move my gaze away from his cock. I trace it with my fingertips, enjoying the way it feels. “Quite the contrary… you’re freaking huge!”
His smile returns, and he lays his head back down. “Phew… you had me worried for a second.”
“If you’re worried about having a python, a lot of guys are in trouble then. You’re the largest I’ve ever seen—had. Damn…”
I haven’t been around the block too many times, but I’ve had my share of guys throughout my life. I can absolutely say they would have killed to be this big. Can you say porn star?
I lean down and get to work, placing my lips on his cock and opening wide to take in his whole length.
He grunts. “Fuck, Carissa! You’ve got some amazing lips and an even better mouth… mmmm.”
I smile with him still in my mouth and continue working him, and as I do, I feel him growing even more inside my mouth. I thought he was big before… Shit, I’m in trouble.
I hear his low moans and grunts as he helps me by gently rocking his hips in my direction. He places his hands on my head, but he’s delicate and doesn’t shove his cock further down my throat like one would think a UFC fighter might do, since they’re known for being such tough guys. But Lorenzo is gentle.
Minutes later, he places his hands on my shoulders. “Carissa… Oh my God, you’re so fucking good at that, I’m gonna blow. Wait… wait—”
I’m about to tell him that’s the whole point, but before I have a chance to do so, he lifts me and places me on my back instead.
He looks incredible right now, like something I’d see if I were watching what the perfect anatomy of a man should look like. The perfection of him is beyond belief. The way each indentation and hard line complements the next is something fierce.
He places himself between my legs and peppers soft kisses on my thighs and pussy. “Do you…” Kiss. Kiss. “Know how…” Kiss. Kiss. “Hard that was…” Kiss. Kiss. “For me…” Kiss. Kiss. “To stop you…” Kiss. Kiss. “While you were sucking me?” Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.