Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
He crawls up the bed and between my legs and captures my mouth with his. And as his lips caress mine, our tongues tangle in an erotic dance that I never want to end.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “The way you taste …” He trails kisses along my jaw and then inhales deeply. “The way you smell … I can’t get enough.”
He sucks on my earlobe, and I moan, wanting more.
“I’m addicted to everything about you,” he says, placing open-mouthed kisses along my heated flesh. “And once I’m inside of you, it’s only going to get worse.”
He peppers kisses across the tops of my breasts while I grab the zipper holding my dress together and yank it down. The material opens from the side, and Lorenzo stops kissing me so he can pull the dress the rest of the way down.
Then he sits on his haunches and rakes his gaze down my body.
Because the dress had a built-in bra, my breasts are on full display, my nipples hard from being turned on, and I’m wearing a plain black cotton thong.
There’s nothing special about me, but you wouldn’t know it by the way Lorenzo admires me, like I’m a priceless treasure.
He leans over and gives each of my nipples a soft kiss and then moves down to my pussy. He slowly lowers my panties down my legs and then brings them to his nose, inhaling the scent.
Watching a man sniff my underwear shouldn’t be such a turn-on, yet it totally is. Because he’s not doing it for show. He’s doing it because he genuinely craves everything about me. And I know how he feels because when I’m with him, I feel the same way.
“You waxed,” he says when he tosses the panties to the side and glances at my pussy.
“Well, since you were paying”—I smirk playfully—“I figured a Brazilian couldn’t hurt.”
“I like this.” He tugs on the thin strip of hair between my legs and then slides down the bed until he’s on his stomach with my pussy in his face.
He parts my folds and licks up my slit, his eyes closing and a moan escaping as he gets his first taste.
I briefly wonder if all men are this passionate or if, one day, when we’ve moved on and I’m with someone else, I’ll be disappointed because he’s not as obsessed with me as Lorenzo is.
And the thought of being with anyone but Lorenzo causes my heart to clench in my chest.
“Where’d you go?” he asks, always in tune with my emotions.
“I’m right here … with you,” I say, refusing to ruin the moment with my thoughts. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
And that’s the truth. I know Lorenzo and I are caught up in the moment, living together and playing house, taking it one day at a time and enjoying each other without thinking about what the future holds. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s captured a large piece of my heart that I know I’ll never get back.
Lorenzo grins up at me and then dips his head between my legs. Within minutes, with his tongue expertly massaging my clit and his fingers stroking the inside of my walls, I’m screaming his name as my body trembles from my orgasm.
With my legs feeling like jelly and my heart pounding in my chest, he climbs back up my body and kisses me like he needs my oxygen to survive.
Needing more, I reach between us and palm his hard length.
“Take these off,” I beg against his lips, wanting nothing between us.
Without breaking our kiss, he quickly shucks his pants and briefs onto the floor, and his hard length springs free.
This is usually when I take control, push him onto his back, and take his shaft into my mouth, sucking it until he comes. But tonight, I don’t want his cock in my mouth. I want it inside me. And from his earlier comment about making love to me, I know he feels the same way.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit, feeling comfortable enough with Lorenzo to be honest. “But I want this … I want you.”
I wrap my fingers around his stiff shaft and guide it toward my entrance. The moment the head of his cock rubs against my sensitive clit, I moan.
“Are you on birth control?” he murmurs, reaching down and stroking my clit, where his cock just was.
I just came, yet I’m so close to having another orgasm that it’s hard to think.
“I was, but the guys didn’t pack it when they grabbed my stuff from my dorm, so I’m not currently on anything.”
He nods once, and after giving me a quick kiss, he leans over and opens the bedside drawer, pulling a foil packet out.
“As hot as it would be to fill your pussy with my cum, I won’t chance it. Your future is too important, and I won’t risk you getting pregnant.”