Finally,I thought. But the playful part of me wanted to stretch on this cat-and-mouse interaction for even longer.
“You know, just because we had a fake wedding doesn’t mean we have to be... chaste,” I said.
His brows raised. “What are you suggesting?”
“Come on. You know what I mean.”
Lorenzo grasped my calf a little harder.
“I know what you mean, but I want you to say it,” Lorenzo growled. The sudden shift in his voice sent a chill down my spine. He was serious now - and I loved it.
“Okay,” I said, looking straight at him. “I want to have sex.”
He took in this information and closed his eyes. When they re-opened, they burned like fire. He was as turned on as I was, which thrilled me even more.
“I see,” he said in a low tone. Then he paused and asked, “Are you in heat?”
“No,” I said honestly. It wasn’t due for another month or so, but I knew the real reason he was asking. If we had sex while I was in heat, it would be practically guaranteed that I would become pregnant, which neither of us wanted. Or at leastIdidn’t. If Lorenzo wanted kids, he was barking up the wrong tree.
“Protection?” he asked.
I was relieved hedidask - that meant we were on the same page. I pulled out a condom from the stash in the nightstand I’d prepared for Lorenzo’s arrival, just in case I wanted to bang him, and it turned out I was right. “Right here.”
He grunted in appreciation. His voice was already husky from arousal. “Thank you.”
I got ready to watch him remove his briefs, but Lorenzo had other ideas. He set the condom aside and leaned in to kiss me. I was happy to kiss him back. The kiss we shared at the wedding ceremony was surprisingly pleasant, even if it was expected of us and done in front of a whole bunch of people. The second kiss I gave him was for good measure, obviously. I had to make the whole fake marriage thing look as real as possible.
Lorenzo’s lips were soft and firm. The kiss began slowly, without tongue - just the gentle brush of lips against each other. But I was impatient and wanted more. I slipped my tongue across his lips, begging. When he caved and parted his mouth, the kiss grew deep and passionate andhot.My cock hardened. I’d watched porn on Koto’s laptop in preparation for Lorenzo’s arrival, but never found the kissing scenes particularly arousing. But this was totally different. I didn’t know what I’d been missing.
I leaned in closer and put my hands on the collar of his tank top. From there they strayed to his muscular shoulders and down his biceps, which I held onto when he pushed me down on to the bed. My head hit the pillow. We never broke off kissing.
Lorenzo climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. It struck me now just how much larger than me he was. For all his gentleness, he was tall and powerful. I had no doubt he could pick me up and throw me like a stick if he wanted to.
As we made out, I felt my cock getting painfully hard and pressing againstsomething. I wriggled my hips upwards. Lorenzo moaned softly into my mouth.
Ah, I see,I thought. My cock was pressing intohiscock.
I seized the opportunity. I slipped my tongue forcefully into his mouth, and at the same time, I lifted my hips so our still-clothed cocks brushed together. He released a pleasurable groan that I was dying to hear again.
But before I could repeat the motion, Lorenzo took my wrists and pinned them to the bed.
“I’m the one on top, remember?” he growled into my ear.
My cock twitched.
“Yes, alpha,” I breathed.
This time, Lorenzo was in charge. He ground his hips down in a circular motion, rubbing our cocks together. I couldn’t contain my whimpers. To keep me quiet, Lorenzo kissed me hard, enveloping my tongue with his own as he continued to buck against me.
Soon my cock felt like it would explode. We weren’t even completely undressed, and all we had done was kiss and frot, yet I already could come at any moment. Lorenzo was damn good.
Suddenly, I noticed something wet trickling down my lower half. I groaned. My entrance was already wet, too.
Lorenzo noticed. He smirked as he kissed my neck. “Your hole wants to get fucked.”
I shuddered. Hearing the dirty talk come out of his mouth was a whole other level of sexy. Compared to the gentle and composed man he was outside of the bedroom, he was a new beast.
“Fuck it, then,” I begged.
