Chapter Forty-One Lorenzo
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Lorenzo
A fter an entire year denying myself what I want, I can’t believe I have Lily sprawled out in my bed, looking up at me like I offered her the world. Little does she know, she’s quickly becoming the center of mine, and I plan on spending the night showing her.
Given how she shimmies her hips beneath me while I remove her dress, her patience is running thin, so I placate her by pushing my thigh between her legs to ease the ache.
“Relax.”
She grinds against me, smearing her arousal across my thigh. “Fuck me already and I will.”
I dip my head and kiss a path down the column of her throat. “No need to rush.”
She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls. “Lorenzo.” She groans when I roll my hips.
“Again.”
She repeats my name, although it’s strained when my lips wrap around her nipple.
“Of course you have a thing for torture.”
I smile as I trace a path of kisses across her before teasing her other breast. Despite her verbal protests, she slides her hands into my hair and holds me in place. I explore her body with my mouth, hands, and tongue before I dip a finger back inside her.
“I hate you,” she says with a moan.
“Are you sure? Because your greedy little cunt seems to love me.” I add another finger and hook it, making her pussy gush.
Maybe Lily is right and I do have a thing for torture because I could do this all night.
Too bad she doesn’t seem to share my same enthusiasm for foreplay when she says, “I swear to God, if I don’t come soon, I’m going to die.”
With a chuckle, I kick my underwear off, grab a condom from the nightstand, and roll it on before returning to bed. Lily parts her thighs, and I situate myself between them so she can wrap her legs around my waist.
I lean forward and slide one hand underneath her head while I guide myself inside with the other. I don’t dare look away from her face, so I take in the slight pinch between her brows before a look of pure bliss replaces it once I bottom out.
I touch my forehead to hers and give myself a second. I’m not the sentimental type, but something about this moment…about Lily …feels like I’ve been reunited with a piece of my heart I didn’t even know I was missing.
Lily doesn’t press me to hurry, instead cupping my cheek and crushing her mouth to mine, sealing the memory with a kiss that rivals them all.
My body is hot and feverish as I slowly slide out of her, a warmth spreading through me when I pitch my hips forward again. Slowly at first before the rhythm changes.
Lily claws at my back, her own arching as I find the perfect pace that unleashes a new side to her which I’ve yet to discover.
With every jerk of our hips, Lily’s breathing grows more unsteady, only to falter when I suck on her nipple again.
My name has never sounded better than it does from her parted lips, and I cherish every groan, moan, and whimper that escapes her while she’s in the throes of passion.
When I take her legs that are wrapped around my waist and toss them over my shoulders, we both sigh at the new angle. Her sounds of pleasure grow more intense, only to be cut off when I wrap one hand around her throat.
My hold is firm, and her eyes widen as I thrust deeper than ever before. I can feel her fighting off her orgasm. Can feel the way her breath hitches and her pussy spasms, yet she still won’t let go.
I find the crook of her neck and suck hard enough to leave a mark. “What will it take to make you come?”
She flashes me a smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I slide out and slam forward again, making her gasp. When she still hasn’t orgasmed, I alter my angle and hit the spot that has her moaning.
“Stop being stubborn,” I say through gritted teeth, fighting my own orgasm. Sex isn’t an activity I partake in often, and I’ve never been self-conscious about it until now, as I fight against the urge to come before she has a chance.
“But it’s so much fun to see you fight your instincts.” She laughs, and I snap.
I flip us over until she’s on top, looking down at me with those doe eyes of hers.
“Let’s see you fight yours.” I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her all the way up to my crown, until I yank her back down with a hiss.
Her head falls back with a breathy exhale, and her hair tickles my thighs. She repeats the move with a curse, working herself on my cock while I sit and take her in.
That patience only lasts a minute until I’m hit with another urge to participate. I sit up higher against the headboard and pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her squeak.
“Okay! Point taken.” She places her hand against my chest and begins to rise, taking her heat with her.
Now I’m the one cursing to myself because cazzo . I’m addicted. Utterly, completely, unbelievably addicted to her.
When she slams back down, we both groan, and I reward her with my thumb pressing against her clit. We find a perfect rhythm, with her riding me while I jerk my hips until she finally shatters.
Wanting to join her, I hold her down and thrust until I finally follow her over the edge, diving headfirst into oblivion. Lily rides out my orgasm with me, not relenting until every ounce of pleasure is bled from my body.
She falls forward with a huff, and I wrap my arms around her, not quite ready to let her go.
I feel like a fool for wasting a year of our lives fighting what I should’ve been embracing . It was a grave mistake on my part, but I’ve learned from it and want to move forward. Together .
And for once the idea of becoming obsessed with someone else doesn’t terrify me, so long as that person is Lily.
I wake up yet again to Daisy, although it is much closer this time because Lily thought it would be a great idea to let her jump onto the bed.
“Down,” I command, but Daisy army crawls her way into my arms, giving me her best please forgive me face.
I cast Lily a sharp look when she giggles at Daisy licking my face from chin to hairline.
“You think this is funny?” I grunt under my breath before telling Daisy to get down.
Lily laughs louder when our dog refuses to listen.
I carefully slide out from underneath Daisy and roll on top of Lily. She squeals when I rub my slobbery cheek against hers.
“Stop!”
“Only if you promise to never let her onto the bed again.” I have to draw the line somewhere, and this is a hard limit.
“It’s only that she looked so lonely sleeping all by herself.”
“She’ll learn to manage.”
“Should we get her a sibling?”
My eyes pop, and Lily laughs again. “I’m joking!”
Daisy flops onto her back and shows us her belly. When Lily reaches over to scratch it, I snatch her hand back and hold it above her head.
“No encouraging her,” I say.
“But look how cute she is.” Lily pops her bottom lip out.
“For someone who claims they’re not a morning person, you sure are wide awake.”
“I blame your snoring.”
I gape openly at her. “I do not snore.”
She raises a brow. “Are you sure about that?”
Well, I’m not inviting people into my bed, so I can’t confirm with absolute certainty—
“Relax.” She kisses my jaw. “You sleep like a baby.”
“How would you know?”
She winks.
“Creep,” I say with a smile, because for some insane reason, I like the idea of her watching me. It makes me feel less guilty about doing the same earlier.
She checks the clock on the nightstand before jumping out of bed. “I need to get going before my mom wakes up!”
And just like that, our night together comes to an end.
I’m certain Lily cursed me, because as soon as I return to the house after dropping her off at hers, I instantly want her to come back. Clearly I’m not the only one who feels that way as Daisy drops to her belly in front of the door and lets out a whine.
I snap a photo and attach it to a message.
ME
Someone misses you.
She doesn’t answer right away, so I head to the kitchen to clean up the mess I made this morning while I wait.
When my phone vibrates against the counter, I rush to check the new text.
LILY
Is she the only one?
With a smile, I reply.
ME
No, she isn’t.
LILY
Did that hurt you to admit?
ME
Actually, it was easier than I expected.
LILY
I miss you too.
Reluctantly, I lock my phone and head to my home office so I can tackle the weekend’s emails and review Willow’s notes for tonight’s mock debate. Lily is always on my mind, but I channel that fixation into my work because she needs me to win the election.
There is no other option for me because being defeated means her losing everything she cares about, and I won’t let that happen.
When I’m not busy preparing for the debate and meeting with constituents, I am working on the Munoz garden without Lily knowing. She thinks I’m too busy to spend time with her this week, and I am, but not for the reason she thinks.
Rosa is so excited about us clearing up the garden, she nearly ruined the surprise by telling Lily, but I caught her right before she sent a photo in the Munoz-Lopez-Vittori group chat of me working in the backyard.
Julian pretends to still be bitter about the name change, but since he is the one who added me to the Kids’ Table group chat, I think it’s more performative than anything.
“Gracias por el agua fresca, Senora Munoz,” Manny says before chugging half his drink.
“Avísame si quieres más,” I she says before disappearing inside.
“This is so good. I don’t get how you could say no.”
Because I’m all messed up in the head , I say to myself while taking a sip from my water bottle.
After a few more minutes, Manny and I get back to work. He hasn’t complained once, not that I expect him to after he was the one who volunteered to help me with the garden when I texted him this morning asking for the address of his cousin’s nursery.
Anything in the name of love , he declared before grabbing a trash bag.
And for the first time, I don’t deny it.
Not even to myself.