12. Florence
12
FLORENCE
I ’m still shaking from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I feel exhilarated and full of energy as Lorenzo leads me inside his house.
He pulls me into his arms, and before I have a chance to say anything, Lorenzo leans down and presses his lips to mine. There's no build-up, only passion and heat from the very beginning. His tongue plunges into my mouth, tasting every inch of me like he owns me. He does.
His tongue strokes the sensitive roof of my mouth and I moan at the sensation, breaking the kiss. He nuzzles my neck and tightens his arms around me like I might bolt at any minute. Finally, he looks up at me.
"Florence…" he starts but then trails off. I can tell he's trying to find the right words. "When we are together, it's like nothing I've ever experienced. It's not just physical with you, although that part is overwhelmingly incredible." He smirks, nipping at the shell of my ear. Lorenzo's gaze turns serious, his brown eyes begging me to listen to him. "I'm bound to you forever. It's like I want to feel all of you, all at once, and not just physically. I also want to crawl inside of you and figure out how you operate. I want to know how you hurt so I can fix it like you're already fixing me."
“Lorenzo…” I whisper. This man keeps surprising me with his tenderness and sweet words. I think it’s surprising to him, too.
“You’re everything to me, my whole fucking world,” Lorenzo continues. “I love you, but love doesn’t even feel like an adequate word. I…”
I lift one hand to his face, gently rubbing his cheek and making him look me in the eye. “I feel it, too, Lorenzo. I feel you. I love you with all of my being. I need you more than my next breath.”
His lips are one mine, his hands roaming all over me, squeezing my breasts, stroking my back, tangling in my hair to guide my head as he deepens his kiss. He consumes me, each stroke of his tongue reminding me I’m his, each soft moan from our lips adding to the symphony of our love.
Lorenzo easily lifts me into his arms and carries me off to the bedroom, where he makes quick work of undressing us. He lays me down so I’m stretched out before him. He kneels on the bed at my feet and trails his fingers over my toes, up the arch of my foot, circling my ankle, and then ghosting them up the insides of my legs.
Lorenzo continues touching and tickling my skin, bending over to add soft kisses to the places his fingers just touched. He works his hands higher, massaging my calves, knees, and thighs. When he gets to my center, he places a sweet kiss there and continues moving up my body.
His hands slide over the curve of my hips in reverence and he places small kisses on my stomach, nuzzling his head there. I wonder if I'm pregnant? We haven’t used protection once, so it’s not out of the realm of possibility. The thought should terrify me, but I find that I want it. I want everything with him.
He looks up at me and a moment of understanding passes between us. “I want that too, beautiful . We’ll make it happen, I promise.”
He returns his focus to my body, kissing a trail up my torso and between my breasts. His knuckles brush against my nipples and he traces the round curve of my breasts with his tongue.
Lorenzo is worshiping my body, showing me how much I mean to him. His hands glide down my arms and he twines his fingers in mine, bringing my arms above my head and holding them in place with one of his large hands on my wrists.
He dips his head down and sucks on my collarbone before licking the curve of my neck and placing a soft kiss at my pulse point. Lorenzo makes his way to my face, kissing up my jaw and placing sweet kisses on my temple, forehead, eyelids, and nose. He hovers above me, inches away. We share the same breath and get lost in this moment.
Finally, Lorenzo kisses me. It’s tender and reverent, full of promises. He reaches down and drags his throbbing cock up my slit, rubbing my juices all over him. He deepens the kiss and slowly slides into me. I can feel every vein on his beautiful shaft as he presses himself into me, keeping his slow, steady pace.
We both groan when he’s fully buried deep inside of me. He stays there for a few seconds, bowing his head so it’s resting on my chest. The hand not holding my wrist ghosts up and down the side of my body, from the curve of my hips to the side of my breast.
“This is everything. Everything. Mine. Mine. Mine ,” he whispers into my chest, more to himself than to me.
Lorenzo starts to move inside of me, pulling out at the same slow pace. My walls pulse, wanting to suck him in and keep him inside of me. Once he’s fully out, he enters me again, excruciatingly slow. I need him, need his cock, need our release. But he is in control.
In and out, he never picks up speed, slowly thrusting and feeling every inch of my pussy, like he’s memorizing me from the inside out, figuring out exactly which places are sensitive, which ones make me flinch and buck and lose control.
The slow burn is killing me. I can feel the edge of the flame lick at my core, not quite there yet. His delicious torture is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. In and out, slow and steady. I wrap my legs around his hips and press him further into me so his cock hits my clit with each slow thrust.
He lets my hands go and places his arms on either side of my head. I wind my fingers in his hair and pull him down for a kiss. His tongue twists with mine in a slow dance, the same pace as his thrusts.
The flames reach my core and I'm so swollen, so sensitive, and aware of every single movement. He's keeping me on the edge and it's almost more than I can take. I grip his shoulders and try to move myself up, chasing my own release.
His hand goes to my hip to still my movements. Lorenzo rests his forehead on mine.
“Feel this with me, love. Feel me, feel us…” he grunts and his hips buck, sending shockwaves throughout my body.
“Lorenzo…” I whisper, not wanting to break whatever spell his body is casting over mine.
He continues his slow pace, every once in a while, adding a quick hard thrust that brings me right to the edge before he slows down again and draws out this excruciating pleasure. I can feel my juices trickling out of me and pooling on the sheets beneath me.
“Please…”
He thrusts again, harder this time.
“Oh! Oh fuck, I’m right there, Lorenzo…”
“Come for me, Florence. I’ve got you. Look at me, I want to see you lose control.”
With a final thrust, my orgasm takes over me. It’s slow and all-consuming, starting in my core and squeezing my muscles one by one. I swear my heart stops and I can’t take in air as wave after wave of delicious pleasure pulses through my body.
I stare into Lorenzo's deep brown eyes. It's so intense, so vulnerable. He swells inside of me as he empties himself deep in my womb. His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare as he comes, never breaking eye contact with me. He's shaking and panting as much as I am.
Lorenzo collapses on top of me and I savor his skin on mine, covering me, melting into me, as close as we can possibly be.
“Sorry,” he mumbles as he rolls us over.
I lay on top of him, completely spent and content. I rest my cheek on his chest and throw a leg over his, tangled up in him. My arm stretches over his chest as I place my hand over his heart.
“I love you,” I whisper. You’re all mine.”
“Forever and always,” he replies, combing his fingers through my wild hair. “You’re stuck with me now, love.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Lorenzo presses the sweetest kiss to the top of my head, making me feel so cherished and loved. The details of merging our lives still need to be discussed, but truly, it doesn’t matter. We’re here, together, and that’s enough. Our happily ever after starts right now.