"Could do this for hours," he says, his tongue tracing patterns that make me whimper. "Make you come on my tongue over and over until you're begging me to stop. Would you like that, Sophia? Would you like me to keep you here, shaking and desperate, until you can't walk anymore?"
A broken moan escapes me as he returns to his task with renewed intensity, alternating between gentle licks and firm pressure. The headboard creaks under my grip as pleasure builds, coiling tighter with each pass of his tongue.
The heat builds and builds until I can't contain it anymore. My entire body tightens, muscles locking as the orgasm crashes through me. A cry tears from my throat, raw and desperate. My legs shake violently in Lorenzo's grip as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me.
"That's it, baby," he murmurs against my sensitive flesh, drawing out every last tremor. "So fucking perfect when you come."
When my legs finally stop shaking, Lorenzo guides me down onto the bed. My body feels boneless, but somehow I need more. Need everything. Need him everywhere at once.
Lorenzo moves up my body, pressing soft kisses along my stomach, between my breasts, up my throat. When he reaches my mouth, I taste myself on his lips.
"Are you sure?" His voice is strained, like holding back costs him everything. "We can stop. We don't have to?—"
"Yes." I pull his face down to mine. "Please, Lorenzo. I need you."
He searches my eyes for a long moment. "I'm not using a condom." His thumb strokes my cheek. "I'm clean. I know you are too."
"I trust you." And I do. Completely.
Lorenzo settles between my thighs, his weight pressing me into the mattress. The solid heat of him makes me feel small andprotected at the same time. His mouth finds my neck, sucking gently at the spot where my pulse hammers.
"Going to mark you," he murmurs against my skin. "So everyone knows you're mine."
His lips travel lower, capturing one nipple between his teeth. The sharp sensation makes me arch beneath him, my hands tangling in his hair. He lavishes attention on each breast until I'm writhing, desperate for more.
"Please," I gasp. "Lorenzo, please."
"Shh." He kisses me deeply, swallowing my pleas. "I've got you."
I feel him position himself at my entrance. The broad head of his cock presses against me, and suddenly I understand why he spent so long preparing me. He's big. Really big.
"Look at me," he commands softly. "Keep your eyes on mine."
I do, getting lost in the dark intensity of his gaze as he starts to push inside. The stretch burns immediately. My body resists the intrusion, muscles clenching involuntarily.
"Relax, baby." His voice is tight, controlled. "Breathe for me."
I force myself to exhale, and he slides in another inch. The fullness is overwhelming. Not quite pain but not pleasure either. Something in between that makes my breath catch.
"Fuck," Lorenzo groans, his forehead dropping to mine. "You're so tight. So fucking perfect."
The raw need in his voice does something to me. Makes the discomfort worth it. Makes me want to give him everything.
He moves deeper, slowly, letting my body adjust to each inch. I feel myself stretching around him, accommodating his size. The burning sensation intensifies when he gets deeper.
"This might hurt," he warns, kissing my temple.
"I know." My nails dig into his shoulders. "It's okay."
With one smooth thrust, he pushes through. Sharp pain lances through me, and I can't help the small cry that escapes. Lorenzo immediately stills, peppering my face with kisses.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." His voice cracks slightly. "The worst is over, I promise."
He stays perfectly still, letting me adjust to the feeling of being completely filled. The pain starts to fade, replaced by an odd sense of fullness. Of completion. Like this is exactly where he's supposed to be.
"You can move," I whisper.
Lorenzo pulls back slightly, then pushes in again. The friction is intense, unfamiliar. Not quite pleasure yet, but his groan of satisfaction makes heat pool in my belly.
