7. Lorenzo
7
LORENZO
H oly shit. What just happened?
I mean, I know what happened. The strongest, most beautiful, and witty woman I’ve ever met came like a goddess and fell apart in my arms. She’s still shaking from the earth-shattering orgasm she just had, but I feel like a monster.
Untangling myself from my sexy siren, I take a step back, feeling shame pour over me like ice water. She’s vulnerable, not to mention trapped in here with me, and I mauled her like the rabid beast I am. Jesus, I’m fucked up.
“Sorry,” I choke out, unable to look Florence in the eye. “I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry.”
Before I can make an even bigger fool out of myself, I turn on my heel and head toward the bathroom. “I’m going to shower,” I call out over my shoulder. I’m not sure if she heard me or not, but she’ll figure it out when the water starts running.
I tear at my clothes, feeling suffocated by the fabric. God, I can’t even fucking look at myself in the mirror as I step into the cold shower, letting the sting of the icy water pelt my skin.
I was so sure Florence was feeling what I was feeling, her urgent cries of pleasure encouraging me to go further, take more and more, but… I couldn’t live with myself if she felt like I was taking advantage of her. “Idiot,” I mutter to myself while splashing more cold water on my face.
After a few minutes, I step out of the shower and towel off. I can’t avoid her, especially since it’s now my job to protect her. I’m done lying to myself or pretending like this is all about the documents. It’s not. It hasn’t been since the first moment I laid eyes on the curvy angel with bright red hair and a grin that makes me weak.
I look at my suit pants and button-up shirt in a wrinkled heap on the floor of the bathroom, frowning. I can't put them back on in that condition. While I haven't been to this particular safe house, I know we keep the kitchen stocked with food and the closets filled with clothes in an assortment of sizes and styles. Luckily, there's a small linen closet in here that has joggers and a black T-shirt in my size. It's far more casual than my custom-tailored suits, but it will have to do.
Drying off my hair, I slip on the clothes and steel myself for whatever is on the other side of the door.
I peek my head out, looking around the small space for Florence. When I don’t immediately spot her, I fling the door open and stomp into the living room. Did someone kidnap her in the five minutes I was in the shower? Oh, Jesus, did she leave?
When I catch sight of her, my heart sinks to the floor and splinters into a million pieces. Florence is curled up in the bed, a blanket wrapped tightly around her while she makes a concentrated effort to ignore me. Shit, I messed everything up. I’m a fucking monster. I don’t deserve to be in the same room as this goddess, but I have no other choice. She can hate me, but I will keep her safe at all costs.
I return to the linen closet where I find a spare pillow and several blankets. I notice Sprinkles yawning from his spot in the laundry basket outside the bathroom. He gives me some serious side-eye and I back away slowly, not wanting to anger the little demon. He seems satisfied after I leave his immediate presence. I’ll take that as a win.
Once back in the living room, I spread one blanket out on the floor, close to the door so I’ll be alerted immediately if someone tries walking in. As I set the pillow down and get ready for a sleepless night, Florence stirs in bed.
I’m almost afraid to look up, but I can’t help it. She sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed, her eyes red and puffy from crying. I did that to her. I’m a fucking lowlife degenerate for causing her pain.
Beneath her barely contained tears, I see a fire in her emerald eyes. Good. I deserve her wrath.
“Do you regret kissing me that much? Are you really so disgusted by me that you can’t even share the same bed after what we did?”
I blink a few times, not sure I heard her correctly. Florence puffs her chest out and holds her chin up, trembling though it may be. She thinks I’m disgusted by her? What the fuck…?
I drop the pillow and blanket, closing the distance between us in three long strides. Florence stands up when I get to her, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s trying to keep herself together, shaking with the effort of protecting herself from me. My chest aches knowing I made her feel rejected.
“I will never regret kissing you,” I tell her firmly, staring down into those endless green eyes. “I thought…” I look away, rubbing the back of my neck as I search for the right words. “I thought I was taking advantage of you. I was disgusted at myself for pressuring you into something you weren’t ready for.”
“Who said I wasn’t ready? I was an equal participant in everything that happened. A willing participant,” she clarifies.
My gaze meets hers, and thank Christ, she has a playful spark shining just beneath the surface.
“Thank fuck,” I reply, some of the tension in my neck and shoulders relaxing. “Everything about you calls to me, angel. It has since day one.” Never again will my woman feel unwanted. I could punch myself in the goddamn face for making her doubt herself.
“That would have been nice to hear after my first kiss. Instead, I was left breathless and abandoned on a desk while you sulked off to the bathroom. What else was I supposed to think?”
“I’m so sorry,” I tell her earnestly, begging her to believe me. I take a step closer, breathing in her peaches and cream scent and searching her eyes for her true feelings. I finally process the entirety of what she just said. “First kiss?”
Florence’s cheeks turn pink and then crimson as she bows her head, breaking eye contact. I cup the side of her face, gently drawing her gaze back to mine.
“I had no idea,” I murmur. “Thank you for trusting me, for sharing that part of yourself with me. I’m sorry I messed everything up.” I’m an idiot, but for entirely different reasons than I previously thought.
“I just need you to talk to me. We have to communicate,” she says softly. “And don’t leave me,” she adds.
“Never,” I vow, dipping my head and brushing my nose against hers. She’s holding her heart in her hands, presenting it to me even though I’m an undeserving oaf who doesn’t know how to handle something so precious. “I’ve wanted you for longer than you know,” I murmur against her lips. “I’ll show you how much if you let me.”
Florence nibbles on her bottom lip, drawing my attention there. I comb my fingers through her silky locks, giving her time to decide. “Show me. Don’t hold back. I want it all.”
I hum in approval and wrap her long, red hair around my fist, pulling her head back before sealing my mouth over hers. I slide my tongue past her lips and dive into her depths, tasting every inch of her, claiming every inch of her, whether she knows it or not.
Florence fists my shirt and pulls me closer. She wraps her arms around my neck as I slide my hands down her body and grip her ass, grinding her against my swollen dick.
“How do you want me to show you, beautiful? With my fingers?” I brush the back of my knuckles over her cheek and across her jaw, then drop my hand down and wrap my fingers around her throat, in a light hold. “Or maybe my tongue?” I ask, pulling her towards me by her neck so I can lick the seam of her lips. “Or are you ready for more? Do you want me to show you who you belong to, Florence?”
Wide, green eyes peer into the very depths of my blackened soul, shining light into the shadows and giving me my first taste of hope in decades. I wait for her to wrap her mind around everything that’s happened between us. I’m barely able to comprehend it myself, but I know I can’t ever be without this woman. I pray that she feels the same way.
“I meant what I said. I want it all. Everything you have to offer. I trust you,” she whispers.
This time, I don’t hesitate. I know exactly what she’s asking for.
I lift Florence in my arms and set her at the foot of the bed. Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her softly while slipping my hands barely underneath the hem of her shirt. My fingers play with the waistband of her leggings, dipping inside and caressing her sensitive skin and then pulling away. Florence shudders, but I keep kissing and teasing her, working her up, and letting her know she’s worth me taking the time.
Slowly, I continue my exploration, inching her shirt up higher and higher while I kiss down her neck, lower and lower. Finally, I pull back just enough to slip the fabric over her head, revealing her perfect breasts. I kiss them, too.
My mouth never leaves her skin as I kneel in front of her, catching the elastic waistband of her leggings between my teeth. I pull it and release, letting it snap against her soft belly. Florence inhales sharply and rests her hands on my shoulders to help keep her balance.
I peel off her pants, kissing every new inch of smooth skin as it's exposed to me. All that's left is a scrap of pink cotton covering her hot little pussy. I can see she's already dripping, and fuck if that doesn't have the beast in me roaring to life. I want to fuck that cunt. I want to shred the offending garment and shove my dick so deep inside that she'll never want anyone else.
I watch the wet spot on her panties grow bigger, and I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and sucking her essence from the fabric.
“Lorenzo!” Florence whimpers, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I grunt and grip her hips, stopping her from squirming. I know I need to pull back to get the last piece of fabric off her, but it feels physically impossible for me to be separated from her even that much.
With a growl, I lean back just enough to rip the panties off her body, and then I push her backward, watching her fall onto the bed. I have my face buried between her legs before her back even hits the mattress. My tongue flicks across her clit once, twice, three times, and then Florence chokes out a scream as she comes on my tongue.
I don’t back down. I suck her sensitive bundle of nerves in between my lips and lap at her relentlessly, feeling her warm release drip down my chin. Her thighs snap around my head, but I pry them open, making her take what I give her.
I slide one finger inside her entrance, groaning at her greedy little pussy trying to suck me in deeper. She’s so fucking tight, I’ll need to stretch her out first. I add a second finger, massaging her silky walls while continuing to draw circles over her clit with the tip of my tongue.
Florence bows her back off the mattress and claws the back of my head, her pleasure almost too much to contain. Good. I don’t want her to contain it. I want it all.
The pads of my fingers rub against her G-spot, making her entire body twitch and spasm. Over and over, I tap her sensitive spot while strumming her clit with my tongue. Florence pants and whines and shivers beneath me, but I hold her in place as I wind her up, tighter and tighter, until her muscles tense, her back stretches, and her mouth opens in a silent scream.
I scrape my teeth across her swollen clit and watch her orgasm ruin her completely. She tries to twist away from me, but I lay my arm over her lower belly and drink down her sweet cum. Only when I feel her start to relax do I tear my mouth away from her.
I place a kiss on one thigh, and then the other, before trailing my lips up her body, licking away the sweat where it pools on her supple skin. When I finally reach her tits, I rub my fingers over her hard nipples, coating them with her own juices.
I pause briefly, just long enough to take in the sight before me. Florence’s lips are parted slightly, her eyes are closed, and her brow is furrowed as if she’s concentrating on feeling every single ounce of bliss before it leaves her. She won’t have to worry. I’ll always give her more.
My eyes travel down to her breasts, now glistening with her own release. I suck on one pebbled peak, swirling my tongue and biting down softly, before turning my attention to the other. Her body arches into my mouth, and I run my hand between her back and the bed, pushing her chest further into my mouth so I can lick and suck her hard little nipples.
I only lift my head up when she’s shaking again and carving up my back with her fingernails. “Are you ready for more?”
“God, yes,” she moans, making me chuckle. I try to sit up, but she clings to me and pulls me back down on top of her. I smile and reward her eagerness with a lingering kiss. “I gotta get up to take my clothes off, kitten,” I whisper onto her lips before kissing her one last time. Florence pouts, which is ten kinds of adorable, but she lets go of me.
I scramble out of my clothes as if they are on fire, ripping them off, and flinging them away from me. Florence giggles and props herself up on her elbows, watching the show. The way her eyes light up with excitement has me leaking precum like a fucking faucet.
I crawl onto the bed again, hovering my naked body over hers. Florence looks up at me with her beautiful emerald eyes, letting me see how much she trusts me. Then my woman spreads her legs open, inviting me to take all of her, forever. I settle between her thighs and take her lips in a scorching kiss, not letting up until she rocks her hips, trying to get me where she needs me most.
In one quick move, I roll on my back, taking Florence with me so she’s straddling me.
“Lorenzo!” she gasps, steadying herself with her hands spread out on my chest. “What are you doing?”
I slide my hands up her spread legs and grip her hips, positioning her soaking-wet entrance above my cock. "I'll give you everything, all you have to do is take it. So, go ahead, Florence. Take what you want from me. It's all for you."
She holds her breath and locks her eyes on mine as she slowly slides down my dick. It takes a monumental effort not to shove her down and pound into her mercilessly, but that's not what my Florence needs right now.
Her eyes never leave mine as I fill her up, little by little. I swear I can feel everything she’s feeling as our bodies become one. When I bump up against her barrier, Florence hitches her breath and freezes. This is it. There’s no going back after this, and she knows it.
Her jaw clenches and her nostrils flare. “Mine,” she growls, dropping down on me completely, fusing us together, body and soul.
“Florence,” I groan, holding her in place so we can feel this together. Her snug little pussy squeezes me so goddamn good. Fuck, I feel every inch of her silky heat and the way her muscles stretch to accommodate me.
“Lorenzo,” she answers, her nails biting into my chest as she wiggles her hips, lodging me deeper inside her sweet heaven. “Lorenzo, you feel so good,” she moans.
I can’t form words right now, so I reach out and rub her clit with my thumb. Her pussy clamps around me, making us both hiss out a breath. Florence rolls her hips and lifts her ass up, finding what feels good for her.
I hold her steady until she grows confident in her rhythm, and then my hands wander up her gorgeous body, on display just for me. I palm her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipples. I begin rocking my hips, thrusting up into her as she slides down on me.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” I grit out, already holding back my orgasm. I release her tits and trail my hands down her sides and around to her ass, gripping tightly and angling her hips as I grind into her.
“There! Oh! God, right there,” she yells, her muscles locking up as I find her special spot once again. “Yes, yes, yes…” she moans over and over, throwing her head back and bouncing on my cock like a fucking goddess.
“That’s it, beautiful, that feels good, doesn’t it?”
“M-mm-mmhm,” she whimpers.
“I will always make you feel this good,” I vow, reaching out and cupping the back of her neck. I pull Florence down so we’re chest to chest, and I take her lips in an all-consuming kiss. Her pussy knots around me as her heart pounds against mine.
I hold her closer, feeling her orgasm claw its way out and rip her to shreds. She jerks and twists and gasps for air, but I don’t give her any time to recover.
I flip us over, my dick still buried inside its new home, and pound her little pussy into the mattress. I want her to experience pleasure so deep, so addicting, that she’ll never leave me.
Our foreheads touch as our hips snap together, both of us wanting to be connected in any way possible. I watch in awe as her pupils dilate and her jaw drops open. Her body tightens around mine and she looks at me almost like she can’t believe what is happening.
Florence comes viciously, one orgasm splintering into another. The hitches and gasps in her breathing turn into moans and whimpers of pleasure that blend together until she’s screaming, crying out endlessly as I make her come and hold her there.
I stare at her swollen lips, unable to stop myself from kissing her as I stroke into her again and again. The base of my spine burns as fire flashes through my body all at once, then leaves in a rush of ecstasy. I spill my seed deep inside Florence’s tender, swollen pussy.? She takes all of it, every last drop, clinging to me as we ride out the last of our orgasms together.
Florence goes limp in my arms as a satisfied sigh leaves her lips. Fuck, I love that I’m the one who did that to her. I roll onto my back and drape Florence over my chest, wrapping my arms around her. She cuddles even closer and presses a kiss over my heart.
“That was incredible,” she whispers.
I ghost my fingers up and down her spine, soaking up this moment. “It was everything,” I reply, matching her tone. Florence tightens her hold on me, making my chest ache. “I’m not leaving,” I reassure her. “I’m never leaving.”
“Good,” she says, popping her head up from where it was resting over my heart. I kiss her forehead, nose, and cheeks, loving the way she glows with each tender touch.
She snuggles back down into my arms, and I reach for the blankets, tucking both of us in. Less than a minute later, my precious girl is sound asleep. I smile to myself and finally close my eyes, drifting off into a peaceful, dreamless slumber.