Chapter 20 #2
I do as I’m instructed and straighten my legs. Lorenzo pulls down my lace underwear along with the dress that was still tangled around my legs at the knees and tosses them on the floor.
He’s still fully dressed making me feel a bit self-conscious. Moving to the foot of the bed he grabs my ankles and yanks me down the bed dragging the fluffy bedding with me. My ass is now at the edge of the bed, my legs hanging down but I keep my knees together.
Why am I so shy?
“Apri piccola. Mostrami la tua dolce figa.” (“Open up baby. Show me that sweet pussy.”)
I have no idea what he said to me but it sounded so fucking hot.
His voice is a deep growl. He sounds hungry and horny. I think I may come just from his voice alone.
Lorenzo crouches down on the floor kneeling before me. His eyes locked on mine as he places a hand on each of my knees and pulls them apart. Instantly my eyes close. The exposure too much for me to bear.
“Look at me Elena.”
Reluctantly I open my eyes and look into his glazed green ones.
"Brava ragazza." (“Good girl.”)
I let out a whimper.
Ever so slowly he bends down to kiss my inner thigh and I moan. The feeling foreign but oh so good. He keeps kissing and biting my inner thigh slowly making his way up. When he reaches the apex of my thighs he looks down at my centre, staring as if committing to memory.
"Sei assolutamente squisita Elena. Ho desiderato ardentemente questa figa per così tanto tempo, e stasera finalmente posso averti. (“You are absolutely exquisite Elena. I have been craving this pussy for so long, and tonight, I finally get to have you.”)
Lord have mercy, Italian is truly the language of love. This is Lorenzo, the grumpy Caveman. I never would have thought that he could make me melt just with his words.
He uses his hands to spread me open exposing my clit to the cold air and I hiss a breath out at the sensation.
“You’re so wet baby, just for me.”
Without warning he drops his head and closes his mouth over my clit, sucking hard, pulling the bud into the wet heat of his mouth.
Then he pushes a single finger into me curling upward, seeking that same spot he found just moments ago.
His mouth keeps the same rhythm on my clit while his finger is pumping in and out of me in long, deep strokes occasionally curling up to my g-spot.
Mercifully he lets go of my clit with a wet pop before sticking out his long tongue and licking me hard from my entrance up to the swollen bundle of nerves.
He repeats the same motion once, twice three times before his mouth closes over my clit again and he sucks harder and faster this time all the while stroking his finger inside me.
Lorenzo grabs my legs and hooks them over his shoulders as he deepens his assault on my core.
Inserting two fingers then three he thrusts them inside me, slow and deep, his mouth never wavering from its task and my legs start to quiver.
Its sweet torture. The familiar knot of desire starts to coil in my belly and the tension in my muscles pull taught like an elastic band.
I open my eyes and look down at the Adonis kneeling before me, only to find those deep green eyes locked on mine and God help me if that’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
He lets out a low growl that vibrates through me.
Baring his teeth as he bites down, gently pulling on my clit.
That’s it. The band snaps, the tension breaks and I’m a quivering mess.
“Oh. My. God. Enzo. Please.”
My body shakes violently with the impact of my orgasm.
Lorenzo presses his palm on my abdomen and pushes down while thrusting his fingers up inside me.
He releases my clit from the glorious confines of his hot mouth and pushes deeper inside me while pushing down on my abdomen.
I don’t know how he knows this but it gives my body something to latch on to until the spasms subside and my body starts to relax.
"è stato magnifico, mia bella Sirena". (“That, was magnificent, my beautiful Siren.”)
“Two down and one to go.”
“I don’t think it’s possible.”
He doesn’t respond. He merely stands up towering over me.
His face glistening with my release. Slowly he takes off his shirt to reveal what I knew was always there.
Chiselled abs, thick muscled arms, broad shoulders and the most beautiful swirling ink I’ve ever seen.
There’s no distinct pattern to it, just a myriad of swirls and designs.
It starts at his collar bone covering one shoulder and then goes down his arm.
The artwork extends to his chest covering one sculpted pectoral.
He has another tattoo on the right bicep, a cross with rosary beads around it. With an inscription I don’t understand.
La famiglia prima di tutto. (Family above all else.) It’s absolutely beautiful.
I take my time staring at the man stripping in front of me, taking in all of his beauty from his chiselled six pack, his stunning tattoos to the very distinct V that disappears into his pants.
Shirt, tie and pants gone, Lorenzo stands up to his full height in only his black underwear. The thick long outline of his hard cock bulging through the fabric desperately seeking freedom has me almost panting.
“I’ve wanted this from the moment I laid eyes on you in that jazz restaurant. You were a vision in that little cocktail dress. So beautiful, sexy and elegant and yet… so fucking feisty with that sharp tongue of yours.”
"Ti ho desiderato dalla prima volta che ti ho visto." (“I’ve craved you from the first time I saw you.”)
He pulls down his underwear and his cock springs free. The veins mapping his length throb angrily. Watching him in all his naked glory, telling me how much he wants me, causes heat to pool in my core. My last orgasm long forgotten and my body ready to take on new pleasures with this man.
He crawls onto the bed over me, his hips set between my legs and he hooks one arm under my knee lifting my leg up giving him more space between my legs while opening me up to receive him.
But he doesn’t enter me. Instead, he dips his head and kisses my chest moving up to my throat, the side of my neck and he stops at the sensitive junction between my neck and shoulder.
His places feather soft kisses on my skin and he whispers-