Chapter 20 #3
“Your body is perfect, so beautiful. Come un sogno. Scopro che non voglio mai svegliarmi.” (“Like a dream. I find myself never wanting to wake.”) Tonight, in this moment, you are mine. Say it! Just this once, I need to hear you say it!”
I’m so turned on right now, I’d say yes to giving him my left kidney if he asked, but he didn’t so instead-
“Yes.” I whisper it. My voice husky.
“Yes what, baby? Say it!”
He leans on me, his body weight heavy, his breath still in the crook of my neck as he lines himself up to my entrance.
“Yes. Just this once. I’m yours.”
With that he thrusts forward… hard… going deep until he’s buried in me to the hilt.
The motion took me off guard and a gasp escapes my lips as pleasure radiates through my body.
I feel full, the heat of him pulsing through me, he pushes deeper, as if he’s trying to crawl up inside of me.
He doesn’t pull back but instead shifts his weight on top of me until little gasps of air leave my lungs.
This man has found parts of me no man has ever bothered to explore and when I wrap my legs around his waist, locking him in, it’s not just pleasure I see in his eyes, there’s panic there too.
Panic that this may be something more. He raises his head and looks into my eyes, staring longingly at me as if hoping to find something there within my soul.
What that is… I may never know. But one thing is certain…
I have never felt this close to a man before, a man that I do not love, no less.
In this moment, with Lorenzo buried deep inside me, the look of longing in his eyes, the weight of his strong body on mine I have never felt so utterly complete in my life.
“Enzo.” My voice cracks.
“I’m afraid if I move, I may not last very long baby. You feel so fucking good.”
His declaration causes my chest to tighten but there’s no time to dwell on it as he captures my lips with his and kisses me.
He starts the kiss slow and sensual and it rapidly turns greedy and hungry.
Ever so slowly he moves his hips back until he’s almost completely out of me and then slams back inside with such force the bed shifts.
Again and again, he thrusts in and out of me, hard, fast and desperate.
Each stroke more forceful than the last. The sound of skin on skin slapping against each other echoes in the room as this large man looms over me.
In the blink of an eye, he flips us over so that I’m now on top.
"Cavalcami piccola, prendi da me ciò di cui hai bisogno.” (“Ride me baby, take what you need from me.")
His words send streaks of electricity through my veins, heating my skin.
I look down at this beautiful man beneath me, completely submitting to my will as I remain completely seated on him.
I clench my muscles around him and squeeze, he bucks his hips up in response, scrunching his eyes shut as he lets out a low groan.
Lorenzo places his hands on my hips, urging me to move back and forth, pushing me down on him.
“You’re killing me baby. For the love of God, please…move.”
I take pity on him and give him exactly what he’s asking me for.
I begin to move, grinding against his pubic bone, the contact is electrifying.
I find my rhythm, picking up my pace chasing the delicious friction of our bodies rubbing against each other.
Lorenzo moves his hands from my hips to my shoulders and pushes me down on him harder.
For each time I grind down on him, he thrusts his hips up to meet me.
The contact sends jolts of pleasure surging through my core, connecting low in my belly and swirling there.
I move faster, grinding harder meeting him thrust for thrust. Our breathing rapid, sweat beading on our bodies as we both rush to our mutual release.
"Oh mio Dio, ti senti così bene." (“Oh my God you feel so good.”)
He thrusts up into me again and again while I grind down on him harder and harder meeting him every time. We are completely synchronised when that familiar pull begins to build and collect at the base of my spine. He’s close too, I can feel it.
Pulling me down on him he spins us around so that I am beneath him again.
His head in the crook of my neck as he thrusts harder into me.
He didn’t slow down. Couldn’t. God knows how much time had passed since he’s been with a woman.
Lorenzo’s thrusts are hard and brutal as he fucks me with rage in his body and worship in his hands.
“Elena, I’m going to come baby.”
“Yes, yes, ye,”
I don’t even finish the word when my muscles begin to clench.
My orgasm is all consuming leaving me trembling like the feelings we shared had finally been wrung out of me.
As for Lorenzo… He looks at me like a man at the edge of a cliff, realising too late that he had already jumped.
Moments later his own orgasm tears through him, brutal and blinding, and with it came a sound I’ve never heard before; a broken desperate groan like grief and need had fused.
He collapses on me, chest heaving, forehead to my shoulder.
And whispered that one forbidden word in an almost sob.
“Victoria.”
Silence.