Chapter 23 #2
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.”
Butterflies swarm my belly at his admission—both because of how much he wants me and how much he cares about my future.
Lorenzo slices the wrapper open with his teeth, and then I have the pleasure of watching him roll it over his hard length, inch by inch, until he’s completely sheathed.
The thought of having something between us makes me pout, and I make a mental note to find out from Nicole who her doctor is so I can get back on birth control as soon as possible.
“You ready, baby?” Lorenzo asks, hovering over me with one hand while his other guides his cock toward my entrance.
“Yes,” I breathe out. “I’m ready.”
The moment the last syllable leaves my lips, he slowly pushes inside me. He’s had a few of his fingers inside of me, but the way he’s stretching my inner walls is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
At first, it just feels good, but as he pushes further into me, the pain starts to overtake the pleasure, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m crying out in discomfort.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, covering my mouth with his. “Just breathe, baby.”
I do what he said, and when his fingers graze my clit, I’m momentarily distracted by how good it feels.
And then he thrusts the rest of the way in, pushing through the barrier of my virginity while swallowing down my cries of pain.
“You’re doing so good,” he says. “Breathe one more time for me.”
I inhale, then exhale, and he pushes the rest of the way in, bottoming out deep within me.
Everyone says they love sex, and while I love being this close to Lorenzo and I’m so glad I chose to give him this part of me because I have no doubt that he’s being patient and gentle, I’m not loving the pain I’m feeling right now.
But then Lorenzo shifts his hips, and his cock hits a spot deep within me.
“Right there,” I breathe.
He does it again and again, and an orgasm—so different from anything I’ve ever felt—begins to work its way up, the pain morphing into pleasure.
His strong arms cage me in, and he kisses me the same way he’s making love to me—with such raw intensity that I can feel it down to my core.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Lorenzo groans against my lips. “Choke my cock with your goddamn pussy.”
His words are my breaking point, and when my climax hits, it’s so strong that it causes my entire body to tremble as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
Lorenzo picks up his speed, thrusting into me with a bit more force, and then he stills, moaning into my mouth as he finds his own release.
He stays like this for several seconds, kissing me all over my face—my lips, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. Then he peppers kisses along my jawline and over to my ear.
“I knew this would happen,” he whispers into my ear.
“What?” I rasp, afraid that I did something wrong.
“That the moment I was in you, I would become addicted.” He licks the shell of my ear and then bites down on my earlobe. “You’d better get ready, wife, because now that I know how good it feels to be inside you, I’m never going to want to leave.”
A shiver races up my spine as a small smile graces my lips.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, old man,” I joke.
“I’ll show you an old man as soon as I get this condom off and switch it out for a new one.”
He pulls out of me, and I gasp at the pinkish color covering the latex at the same time Lorenzo curses under his breath.
“Oh God,” I groan, falling back and covering my eyes in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”
“What the hell are you sorry for?” he growls, moving my hands from my face. “Seeing your popped cherry all over my cock is fucking sexy.” He leans closer to me. “I feel like I’m collecting all your firsts, baby, and I have no intention of stopping.”
“All of them?” I quirk a brow.
“I’m your first husband.” He raises a finger.
“First man to eat your pussy.” Lifts another finger.
“First man to fuck you.” He smirks devilishly, adding another finger to the other two.
“First man you gave head to.” He adds a fourth finger.
“And if I have it my way, I’ll be the first and only man you give your heart to. ”
And just like that, my insides turn into mush.
Because he might not know it, but I’ve already given him my heart.