8. Florence
8
FLORENCE
I flop over in bed, expecting Lorenzo to be right next to me. We fell asleep in each other's arms last night, but apparently, he's already up. I frown and then smile when I hear him rummaging around the small kitchen, Sprinkle's meows peppering the air as he voices his concerns to Lorenzo.
He didn’t leave me, he’s trying to make me breakfast.
I hop out of bed and pull on the black t-shirt Lorenzo was wearing last night. Sure enough, my man is in the kitchen, fiddling with the coffee maker and staring at it as if it’s the dashboard of a spaceship.
“Making me coffee?” I ask. Sprinkles immediately runs up to me and I scoop up the little furball, cradling him in my arms.
Lorenzo’s entire face lights up when he sees me, his lips pulling into a smile as his deep brown eyes glow with warmth. I’ve only known this man for a few days, but I already trust him more than anyone in my life. He can’t fake that look. He might not love me yet, but I’m already so far gone for him it’s ridiculous.
“Attempting to,” he finally answers. Sprinkles gives him a grumpy little mew , which makes Lorenzo narrow his eyes at my cat. “It’s not like you were any help,” he says, addressing Sprinkles directly.
I giggle at his silliness, loving this softer, more playful side to the man who turned my whole world upside down last night. I'm rewarded with the most adorable smile as if he's slightly embarrassed for talking to my cat like a human. Little does he know, it only makes me love him more.
I grab a can of wet food for Sprinkles, hoping to distract him for a bit.
After washing my hands, Lorenzo steps up behind me and places his hands on my hips, spinning me around to face him. I look up into those deep brown eyes filled with so many emotions. Before I get a chance to figure any of them out, Lorenzo presses a kiss to my forehead and nose, then takes my lips in an all-consuming kiss that has me gasping for air once we break apart. He tries stepping away from me, but I need more.
I slide my hands under the hem of his shirt, my fingers roaming over his torso, abs, and back before dipping lower. I palm his thick cock, trembling when I remember how incredible it felt last night.
“Florence… Fuck, I can’t wait,” he groans into my neck before nipping the skin and then licking away the sting.
I'm not sure what he means, but then he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his hips while he walks us backward five steps, setting me down on the kitchen counter. Lorenzo licks and nips his way down my neck, in between my breasts, covered by the shirt I’m wearing. He drags his lips over my stomach and then kneels in front of me, hiking the hem of the shirt up my thighs.
"Lay back, beautiful. Let me taste what's mine," he grunts. Lorenzo lays one large hand over my lower abdomen and urges me to lie down on the counter.
“Wait, I want to watch.” Those brown eyes darken and his nostrils flare.
“So fucking sexy. Prop yourself up on your elbows, baby, and enjoy the show.”
With that, he grabs my hips and jerks me so my ass is on the edge of the counter. Lorenzo digs his nose in between my legs, parting my folds with the tip of his nose. The next thing I know, he slings my legs over his shoulders before shoving his face in my pussy.
“Oh! Lorenzo, god, I…”
My senses are flooded, overwhelmed in the best way possible. His tongue darts in and out of my entrance, his nose circles my clit, and his stubble tickles the insides of my thighs. When he growls into my pussy, I gush for him, making him growl again.
Lorenzo lifts his head and I stare down at him from between my legs. He’s covered in my juices and it makes me moan just looking at him. He loves it. I love it.
His hands hold me steady when my hips jerk involuntarily, shaking with the pressure, the pleasure. Lorenzo sucks on my folds, first one side, and then the other. He turns his head and nips at my inner thigh, then kisses the sting away. He gives the same attention to my other thigh and then licks up my slit. He's avoiding my clit, licking me everywhere except where I need him most.
“Delicious,” he groans, staring right at my core. Damn. I don’t what it is about that that turns me on so much, but swollen channel pulses under his scrutiny.
“Jesus, you’re throbbing for me.”
“Please,” I try finding my voice but it’s barely a whisper.
Lorenzo grins and then dips his head, working me up again. I feel him everywhere, my clit, my slit, my hole. He never stays in one place for too long, surprising me each time his tongue lands on any part of my skin. My juices drip all the way down to my back entrance, tickling me and causing me to cry out. Lorenzo’s tongue follows the trail, licking my ass and causing me to jump. He chuckles and resumes his attack on every single part of my cunt.
My head falls down to the counter as I grab his hair, riding his face, needing to find release for the orgasm he’s been teasing me with for what feels like hours. He sucks my clit into his mouth, rolling it in between his teeth, and I break.
“Yes! Oh, yes, ohmygod,” I scream. He licks me through my orgasm, sending me up and over, again and again. “God, I can’t… I can’t stop,” I cry out, gripping his hair.
I tremble as I come, pleasure rolling through my body and blocking out all thoughts. All sights. All sounds. The world disappears and there’s nothing left but my body gushing for him as he demands my orgasm.
Every bit of strength has been wrung out of my bones, and now drips down Lorenzo’s chin. He stands up and leans over me, kissing me long and deep. I taste myself on him, which is so much hotter than I thought it would be. He tries to pull away, but my mouth follows his. I bite his soft lips and lick my juices off of the tip of his nose.
“Fuck,” Lorenzo growls, gathering me up in his arms and kissing me wildly. “You like that? Like when I kiss both of your lips?”
“Yeah,” I gasp before he bites my shoulder.
“Jesus Christ, I want to devour every inch of you.”
“Yes, please,” I say in between gasps of air. “Do that to me.”
Lorenzo makes some sort of strangled sound in the back of his throat and then throws me over his shoulder.
“Lorenzo!” I shriek, surprised by his caveman move.
He grunts, completing the whole caveman routine. I giggle and then shriek again when he tosses me down on the bed.
Lorenzo strips in record time and then pulls me up, getting me naked as fast as possible. I feel his hands everywhere, skimming over my shoulders, squeezing my breasts, trickling down my ribs, gripping my hips, and finally massaging my ass, pulling me closer to him so I can feel every solid inch of his need.
“I can’t go slow, baby. I need you.”
I nod and grab his hair, pulling him down into a wild kiss. I get lost as our tongues tangle, and when I open my eyes again, I’m flat on my back on the bed, with Lorenzo leaning over me.
“Spread those legs for me, kitten. Need to be inside of you, right the fuck now.”
I open for him, offering my body up so he can use me however he wants. He slams his dick into me with a roar, splitting me in two.
I love it. Love feeling his raw power, love knowing he needs me like this, love being able to provide this release for him.
Lorenzo continues to piston in and out of me, grunting with each thrust. I wrap my legs around him and press my heels into the backs of his thighs, encouraging him to go deeper.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he grunts, clearly struggling to hold himself back.
“I’m not going to break,” I tell him.
“I’m not worried about you breaking. You’re the strongest person I know.”
“Then prove it,” I challenge him.
Lorenzo’s eyes grow dark, his nostrils flare, and his jaw tenses as he picks up speed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck yes. Jesus,” he mumbles before dipping his head down to suck on my breasts.
I cry out and arch my back, pressing my chest closer to him. Lorenzo bites and sucks on my nipples, his stubble scraping the sensitive skin. He’s rough, unleashed, and perfect. Each time he hits the end of me I think I'm going to blackout from pleasure. I didn't know my body could take all of this, but I want to see how far it will go.
Lorenzo pops off my breast and kisses up my neck, sinking his teeth into my shoulder again, marking me. I scratch his back, leaving my mark on him as well. He growls and takes my lip in between his teeth, tugging on it before diving into my mouth with a possessive kiss.
I hang on for dear life as he fucks me harder, tilting his hips and hitting that spot that drives me crazy. Lorenzo rests his forehead on mine, the sweet gesture in such contrast to the way he's ripping me apart with the rest of his body.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I open my eyes and see him staring at me, looking into the very depths of my being. It’s so intense, so everything. Our skin slaps together as we both moan, sweating, breathing as one.
“Fucking come for me, Florence. Need to feel that cunt squeeze me nice and hard. Do it now,” he growls.
His words are my breaking point. My orgasm slams into me so hard I can’t breathe. I throw my head back in a silent scream as he fucks the air right out of my lungs. It’s almost too much.
“Breathe for me, beautiful,” he whispers into the shell of my ear.
I whimper and gasp for air, the oxygen flooding my veins, bringing awareness to every part of my body as Lorenzo continues to thrust in and out of me. One orgasm rolls into another. I cry out using words I don’t even understand. His name in a thousand tongues. I come so fucking hard. There’s no strength left inside of me, but he moves my legs onto his shoulders and grabs my hips, fucking into me deeper than ever before.
“Jesus, fuck, Florence, so fucking tight for me. So fucking wet.”
I lift my arms above my head and grab onto the headboard, steadying myself as he pounds into me, over and over.
“Shit, love seeing those tits jiggle for me. Give me one more, baby, one more, I know you can do it.”
I shake my head, convinced that one more orgasm might just kill me.
“Please, Florence. I need one more. Need to see you cum like this.”
He reaches down and rubs my clit with his thumb, making my back bow off the bed. My body shakes with the effort of keeping my bones inside my skin as I tense and stretch, reaching for the end. One more thrust and I scream my release as my body jerks violently.
“That’s it, Jesus, Florence, fuck!”
Lorenzo stills inside of me as I continue to writhe and pulse, massaging his huge cock, my pussy demanding to be filled.
He roars and swells deep inside of me, his release pouring out of him. My body tremors and twitches as he fills me up. Our combined orgasms leak out of me, dripping onto the sheets.
Finally, finally , Lorenzo slips out of me and gathers me up in his arms so we’re on our sides facing each other. He kisses my forehead and then nuzzles into the top of my head, stroking my back in tender circles.
“God, that was incredible,” he whispers. “Are you okay? I lost control. I’m so sorry.”
He pulls back and looks me in the eyes, tracing my lips with his thumb. I kiss the pad of his finger and smile up at him.
“I’m good,” I tell him. “I wanted it. I still want it. Whatever you’re willing to give me.”
Lorenzo lets out a breath and nuzzles into the side of my neck. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs. “But you’re mine now.”
“Yours,” I confirm. A yawn takes over my body and I stretch before curling back up in his arms.
“I’ve got you,” he says softly. “Rest now, beautiful. I’m right here.”