“I don’t want to be.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust you.”
“As you wish.” He pulls his dick out, then pushes back in.
My eyes widen at the sensation, but I love it. I love every single second of it.
He pulls out again, then pushes forward.
“I’ve never felt anything this good.” He groans against my lips as his dick slips in and out of me. A moan escapes my mouth,which must signal to him that he can give me more because he starts to thrust faster and harder. “So good.”
“Are you going to come?” I ask, reaching around and pulling him closer to me.
“Not until you do.” I lift my brow in question when he reaches his hand between our bodies. His finger finds my clit again. “Be a good girl, Victoria, and come for me.”
I’m about to say I don’t know if I can, when his fingers begin to rub me again. This time, they match the pace of his hips.
“Oh god,” I moan.
He picks up his pace.
His thrusts come faster and harder.
“I’m coming,” I pant as my pussy tightens and begins to flutter around his dick.
Lorenzo pulls back, his gaze leaving mine and looking at where we’re joined.
I look down to follow his gaze and see what he’s looking at.
He’s watching himself fuck me. Watching as his dick pulls out, glistening before he thrusts back in.
It’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen and throws me over the edge.
Heart pounding.
Body trembling.
“That’s right. Come all over my cock.” And I do. Just like he tells me to.
Lorenzo fucks me harder through my orgasm, his cock jerking inside me as he comes too. We lie on the floor after, tangled together. My head on his chest, his fingers tracing lazy, reverent patterns on my bare shoulder.
The silence between us is full . . .
Full of everything we haven’t said, yet everything we’re terrified to admit.
But I say one thing. The one thing I need to.
“I love you.”
He exhales sharply, like he’s been holding that breath since the day we met.
His hand slides into my hair, pulling me closer.
“I love you too.”
I lift my head. “What happens now?”
