Chapter 42 Sophia
“ I s closing my eyes really necessary?” I roll my eyes, though a playful smile tugs at my lips.
Lorenzo presses his lips together, already exasperated. I can tell I’m getting on his nerves. I get a little annoying after champagne. And I’ve had enough to be the right amount of buzzed. “Yes.”
“Okay, okay.” I surrender, closing my eyes as his hand gently lands on my lower back. The warmth radiating from it is dizzying, and every bit electrifying as it always is. If anything, it’s heightened now that I get to call him mine. He gently guides me into the room, and though I’m desperate to peek, I keep my eyes closed. “Alright, open,” he whispers in my ear, and the sound alone gives me goosebumps.
I blink my eyes open, and my breath catches as I take in the sight. Soft lights are scattered all around, casting a romantic, golden glow over the room. But what really steals my breath are the delicate, tiny, paper-made purple Madagascar periwinkles scattered everywhere. They cover the entire space—countless and impossibly beautiful .
“How did you do this?” I laugh, the sound catching in my throat as tears threaten to well.
“Matteo helped me, because I suck at stuff like this. You’ll notice the messed-up ones—those are mine.” He laughs.
“Then those will be my favorites,” I say, beaming at him, meaning every single word.
His brown eyes soften, and a blush creeps onto his cheeks. His shy smile makes my heart skip a beat. “It’s stupid. I don’t even know why I did this.”
I throw my arms around him, hugging him tight and kissing his cheek. “Because you like me,” I tease.
He lets out a hearty laugh, kissing the top of my head. “I think like is too little of a word.”
A smile that makes my cheeks hurt tugs at my lips. “Yeah?”
He nods, his grip on my waist tightening slightly. “I more than like you, Blue.”
He doesn’t need to say it out loud. It’s all in his eyes—the love, adoration, and deep wanting radiating from him. In such a short period of time, Lorenzo has become my constant. The one who, without even trying, makes me feel seen, safe, and cherished in ways I never thought possible. He’s become the person who knows me in ways no one ever has.
“I more than like you, too, Ace,” I whisper, the words filled with a weight of certainty as I keep my gaze locked on his, my heart pounding hard in my chest. We don’t need grand declarations—everything we feel is there, in the unspoken language of our shared smiles, touches, and glances.
And for me, that’s more than enough. If there’s something I’ve learned throughout my life, it’s that trust is nothing without proof and love is nothing without action. In his arms, I found a home and the warmth I knew deep down I always wanted but never looked for because I never felt…worthy.
His lips find mine in a soft brush at first, teasing, almost hesitant, like he’s savoring the moment before fully sealing our mouths. It sends a rush of heat through me, and I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears. His kiss becomes both tender and hungry, and I melt into it. When his tongue glides along the seam of my lips, it’s slow, deliberate, asking for permission but with a quiet demand. I part my lips, giving in without hesitation. The taste of him, mixed with the faint hint of champagne still on my tongue, fills my senses, and I moan softly against his mouth. His hand tightens on my waist, pulling me closer, and I feel like I could drown in this moment—his touch, his kiss, the way he holds me like I’m something precious. It’s overwhelming—the intensity of it and the way he consumes me so effortlessly.
“We should stay in,” he says, dropping soft, peppering kisses from my mouth all the way down to my neck. The feel of his lips against my skin makes me an instant puddle, aching with need.
I laugh, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “Aria will be pissed.”
His lips keep delivering soft, intoxicating kisses from the column of my neck to my shoulder as he breathes me in. “They’ll be fine without us.” His hand trails over the curve of my breast through my dress, and the simple touch sends a shiver through me, a moan escaping my lips.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, pushing him onto the bed with a swift motion. Straddling him, I crash our lips together in a deep, desperate kiss. The guttural sound that escapes him makes my thighs tighten around him, and I press into him, deepening the kiss. We bite, nip, and explore every corner of each other’s mouths, my fingers fumbling clumsily with his shirt buttons. After my third failed attempt, frustration kicks in, and I grab the fabric in both fists, ripping it open. Buttons fly in every direction, but we’re too consumed to care.
His hands roam my body, tracing from the curve of my breasts to my hips before he finds the hem of my dress and lifts it, leaving me in nothing but my lacy, blue underwear. His gaze darkens as it sweeps over me, taking in every inch.
“Did you wear this for me?” His voice is low and musky.
I shrug, a sheepish smile playing on my lips. “Yes.”
He bites his lip, shaking his head slightly. “God, you’re so incredibly beautiful.”
The sincerity in his voice always gets me. And it’s not just the words; it’s how he touches me, how he holds me. His appreciation, his need, his want—it radiates through every caress, every look.
Before I can respond, Lorenzo flips us effortlessly, spreading me out beneath him. My hands immediately move to his belt, working quickly to rid him of his pants, and within moments, he’s down to his boxer briefs.
His palm glides over my skin, fingers trailing delicate, feathery touches that leave me aching for more. Each kiss he plants on my body feels like fire, igniting everywhere his lips touch. When his hand reaches my inner thighs, I’m already on edge and in desperate need for his touch. I crave it all—his dirty, praising words, the way he worships me with every look, every move.
I lift my hips slightly as he slides my underwear down my legs, leaving me bare and exposed to him. My thighs instinctively clench at the way he licks his bottom lip, leaving a trail of moisture behind as he drinks me in. Without breaking eye contact, I sit and reach for the clasp of my bra, unhooking it, and let it fall to the ground.
He hovers over me with careful precision, making sure not to put his weight on me. His mouth finds one of my peaked, sensitive nipples, teasing it with slow, taunting circles with his tongue while his fingers roll the other between them, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I arch my back, seeking more friction, the sensations overwhelming, every touch toe-curling, making me crave more of him.
My fingers tangle in his hair, silently begging him to never stop. His touch leaves my nipple, a small whimper bubbling out of me at the miss of his touch. Lorenzo’s fingers brush against my sensitive clit in slow, torturous circles, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. The sound of my moans fills the room, mingling with the slick, wet noises of every teasing touch he gives me. He flicks my nipple with his tongue playfully, smirking as he takes in my writhing body beneath him.
“Mmm, look at you,” he murmurs. “So wet and ready for me. What do you need from me, baby?” he asks, his voice so deep and husky I can’t help but moan.
“I need you,” I reply breathlessly. “All of you.”
My fingers slide down from his hair, trailing along his neck and shoulders, tracing the familiar patterns of his tattoos. I’ll never grow tired of this—of memorizing the ink on his skin, of touching him like he’s mine and mine alone.
Lorenzo’s fingers trail over my center, his touch slow and torturous, gathering my slickness with each stroke. His finger brushes my bottom lip, smearing my arousal across it. He watches me intently, his gaze dark and full of intent as his breath grazes my skin until his lips claim mine, his tongue licking away the taste of me. He lets out an appreciative, satisfied groan before moving to my ear.
He nips at my earlobe, his voice low and rough, sending a new wave of shivers down my spine. “You already have all of me, Blue,” he whispers, his words dripping with hunger. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks, my face burning with the intensity of my desire. I don’t hesitate, my need too overwhelming to care. “I want to ride your cock, and I want you to fuck me good and hard.”
His throat flexes with a groan, the sound raw and full of lust. His hands grip my waist, and before I know it, he flips me over, placing me on top of him. I’m straddling his hips, and my core tightens at the feel of his erection pressed against me. He lifts his hips slightly and I take off his boxer briefs in one swift motion. I grip the base of his cock, centering it at my entrance, and start to sink down, a low moan escaping my lips as I continue to slowly take him in.
He brushes the hair out of my face then slides his hand down to my throat, gripping it just tight enough as he pulls me closer, our lips barely touching. “I want you to take every goddamn inch and ride my cock. Take it all, baby. I’m all yours.”
His filthy words push me over the edge, and without a second thought, I sink down, taking all of him. “I’m so full,” I moan against his lips, my breath shaky and desperate.
He shuts his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose. “You’re such a good girl, taking all of me. Letting my cock fill this perfect pussy,” he whispers, his voice thick with need.
I kiss him hard, my hips grinding slowly at first as I adjust to his size and stretch around him. The friction is electric, and my body tingles with every motion. Once I’m comfortable, I plant my feet on the bed, hands pressed firmly on his chest, and start riding him harder, sliding all the way out only to sink back in deep, over and over. The wet slap of my ass meeting his skin echoes through the room, mixing with our breathless moans. Every sound lights me up, pushing me to move faster, harder, chasing that high.
Lorenzo grabs my waist, holding me in place. “Give me a second.” He brings me closer, pressing his forehead against mine. “You feel too fucking good. I’m going to come if you keep going.”
I smirk, brushing my fingertips through his hair before biting his lip teasingly. “Come on, Ace. Don’t quit on me now. I need you to fuck me hard.”
His eyes flash with hunger as he wraps his arms around me and lifts me then slams me down onto his throbbing cock without any warning. The pace he sets is brutal, his thrusts rough and punishing. “Is this what you want?” He grunts in my ear. “For me to fuck you good and hard until my cum’s leaking down your thighs?”
“Yes, please,” I beg, my pussy tightening around him at his words.
He hums with a dark chuckle. “Your cunt is so needy for it, isn’t it?” he growls, fucking me even harder, his balls slapping against my soaked pussy with every smooth thrust as my moans fill the room until I’m begging him not to stop.
“Eyes on me, Blue,” he commands, his voice rough and full of authority. “Let me see your pretty face while my cock fills you up.”
My eyes lock on his, even though it’s hard to keep them open with how perfectly he’s hitting that spot inside me. My lashes flutter, and he grips my cheeks between his fingers, forcing my gaze back to him while he continues to fuck me without mercy. “I said look at me.”
I obey, my eyes roaming over every inch of his face—his furrowed brows, the heat in his glassy eyes, the way his lips part as he watches me. Seeing him so lost in pleasure, so raw and full of desire, sends me spiraling. My climax starts to build quickly, climbing higher with every wild thrust.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasp, my eyes glued to his in a silent plea, the edge so close I can’t think straight.
He bites his lip, his grip tightening on me. “That’s it, pretty girl. Milk my cock and make a mess, baby, please ,” he begs through a low guttural moan, slamming into me with one final thrust that sends me tumbling over the edge. My orgasm rips through me, my pussy clenching and fluttering around him as his cock swells and spills deep inside of me.
We ride it out together, moaning through the intensity of our release, our bodies moving in perfect sync, lost in the bliss of each other.
He slips out of me, kissing the top of my head. “Stay right here.”
I mumble an “okay” and close my eyes, trying to catch my breath.
A few minutes later, Lorenzo returns from the bathroom with a warm washcloth. When I go to reach for it, he stops me. “Let me,” he says softly.
I simply nod, and he quietly cleans me as I just stare at him, my heart filling with so much emotion, I don't know what to do with it.
Once we’re clean and settled under the covers, he pulls me close, pressing his body against mine, his warmth wrapping around me like a blanket of calm. Lorenzo rests his chin gently on top of my head as my hand drifts over his, fingers tracing the lines of his skin as we cuddle in comfortable silence. The peace he brings me feels like home, and my heart flutters with so much love, it feels impossible to keep it inside much longer .
Those three little words hover on the edge of my lips, but something holds me back. It’s not because Lorenzo doesn’t deserve to hear them. He does, more than anyone. But there’s a small, insecure part of me that’s still afraid, still wondering if saying it will make things too real, too vulnerable.
So, instead, I stay in his arms, letting the words linger on the tip of my tongue, unspoken. Maybe soon I’ll find the courage to let the words slip out, but for now, I hold on to this—us, together, in this quiet moment that says more than any words ever could.