"We should talk about the wedding," he says, but makes no move to let me go.
"Tomorrow." I press closer, not ready to let reality back in yet. "Can we just... can this be enough for now?"
His answer is another kiss, slower this time, like he's memorizing the feel of me. His hands frame my face with surprising gentleness for someone capable of such violence.
"Whatever you need," he murmurs against my lips. "However long you need."
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Lorenzo
Ithought she'd want comfort, maybe just to be held after everything today. But Sophia's hands slide under my shirt, her touch electric against my skin.
"I want more," she whispers against my mouth, pressing her body into mine.
My cock hardens instantly. "Sophia?—"
"Can I..." She pulls back slightly, cheeks flushing. "Can I lick you? Like you did to me?"
The innocent question almost makes me laugh. Not at her, but at the contrast between her inexperience and the effect she has on me. My body's already answering for me, straining against my pants.
"You don't have to?—"
"I want to learn." Her eyes meet mine, determined despite the blush spreading down her neck. "Teach me how to make you feel good."
Christ.
My hands find the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion.
"Beautiful," I murmur, taking in the sight of her. Her breasts rise and fall with quick breaths, nipples already hard through the fabric. The matching panties sit low on her hips, revealing the soft curve of her stomach.
I unhook her bra, letting it fall. Her breasts are perfect. Not too large, not too small, with pink nipples that beg to be touched. I resist the urge, focusing instead on sliding her panties down her legs.
She steps out of them, completely naked now, and watches as I strip off my own clothes. Her eyes widen when I free my cock, already hard and ready.
"On your knees," I order.
She drops down immediately, looking up at me. I gather her hair in my fist, not pulling, just holding.
"Open your mouth."
Her lips part, and I guide myself to them. "Start with your tongue. Just the tip first."
She follows my instruction, her tongue tentatively touching the head of my cock. The sensation shoots straight through me.
"Good girl. Now take me in your mouth. Not too much. Use your hand on what doesn't fit."
She wraps her small hand around the base, then takes me between her lips. The wet heat of her mouth nearly undoes me right there.
"Hollow your cheeks when you pull back," I instruct, my grip tightening in her hair. "That's it. Use your tongue on the underside."
She's a quick learner, finding a rhythm that has me fighting for control. Her inexperience somehow makes it hotter. The way she looks up at me for approval, the little sounds she makes as she works.
"Fuck, Sophia." My hips start to move slightly, careful not to push too deep. "Just like that."
Her free hand comes up to grip my thigh, steadying herself as she takes me deeper. The sight of her on her knees, my cock disappearing between those perfect lips—it's too much.
"I'm going to—" I pull out of her mouth, my hand replacing hers on my cock.
