I don’t even hesitate.
My legs move before my mind catches up, palms bracing on the cool marble as I lift myself onto it. He steps between my knees like the motion belongs to him, like I belong to him, and the bathroom suddenly feels too small to contain the crackling electricity between us.
I’m sure the mirror behind us reflects it all. His dark, hungry gaze. My flushed mouth. The way his hands settle on my hips like he’s memorizing the shape of me.
I’ve never been the type to enjoy… certain things. Oral, in particular, was always something I could take or leave. Mostly leave. But Lorenzo—My god, Lorenzo makes me love it.
The way he looks at me before he lowers his mouth.
The way his hands anchor me, as if he expects me to fly apart.
The way every brush of his tongue is deliberate and controlled, designed to unravel me piece by piece.
It’s intoxicating and nothing like anything I’ve known.
The first swipe of his tongue has me gasping. I’m a bit sensitive from what we did earlier, but I don’t tell him to stop. No, I throw my legs over his shoulders and when he hits that spot that feels so good, I grip his hair, urging him on.
He lifts his head just a fraction, lips glistening, breath warm against my skin.
“You taste better than anything I’ve ever touched,cara.”
A shiver rolls through me. His voice is deep and rough and slides down my spine like a promise.
He leans in again and eats me out like I’m his last meal. My gasps and moans fill the room, and it seems to fuel him on.
“I’m so close,” I pant.
A tug of my clit with his teeth sends me over, and I cry out his name as my orgasm rolls over me, wave after pleasurable wave. Before I’ve even come down from the high, his hands slide up my thighs, deliberate and sure, and the look in his eyes… it’s enough to make the whole room tilt.
“Come here,” he murmurs as he pulls me to the edge of the counter.
My legs wrap around his waist, and he presses into me, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that feels like fire and fate all at once. The heat between us spikes fast and consuming. He kisses me like he’s trying to memorize the shape of my soul. Deep. Hungry. His thumb strokes my jaw, tender in a way that contradicts the intensity building in his body as he rocks into me. Every part of him surrounds me, presses into me, claims me.
“Tell me you want this,” he whispers against my lips, breath unsteady.
“I do,” I breathe. “I want you.”
That’s all it takes.
He moves with a control that’s nothing short of lethal. Slow enough to savor but strong enough to undo me. The mirror at my back vibrates with every shift of his body, every deep, consumingmotion, and all I can do is cling to him. Cling to his shoulders, his hair, his breath.
He kisses down my throat, his voice a low growl against my skin. “I’ll give you everything,cara. Everything.”
A soft cry escapes me, my head falling back against the glass, fingers gripping him tighter as heat spreads through me like molten gold. His hands hold me firm and steady, anchoring me through every rising wave.
The world narrows to the sound of our breathing.
The heat of his mouth.
The way his forehead presses to mine like he needs me as much as I need him.
“Lorenzo,” I whisper, almost a prayer.
He lifts his head, eyes burning into mine. “I’ve got you,” he says, voice shaking with the force of it. “I’m right here.”
“Please.”
“Please what? Give you my cum? Put a baby in you?”
