When he started unbuttoning his shirt, I sucked in a breath. I knew he had tattoos. I had seen him without his shirt often enough to know that, but I’d never really studied them before. I was afraid to get caught staring at him, but we were alone now, and there were no secrets between the two of us about where this was going and what we both wanted.
It was the first time I could admire the artwork adorning his arms and torso without having to drag my gaze away, so I drank in the sight of him. Colorful ink swirled across his wide, expansive chest. His skin was a rich golden-bronze that made him look like he was sporting a tan even in the depths of winter. His chest had a light dusting of dark hair that tapered into a tempting line that disappeared beneath the waistband of his tented slacks.
My mouth went dry at the sight of him, as it always did, but this time there was a current of excitement from the unfulfilled lust I’d carried for this man for years. I watched in silence as he slid the shirt all the way off and threw it on the chair with the rest of his clothes.
“You going to stand there looking at me, Princess, or are you going to start removing your layers too?”
I didn’t answer or move. I was frozen. Besides the people in dance, I’d never been unclothed around anyone. The guys who had seen me in various states of undress were all gay, so they didn’t care because I wasn’t carrying anything they were interested in. I took a deep breath and reached down to take off my shoes.
Lorenzo came up to me and stopped me from continuing. “You can say no at any time, Bea. You know that, right?” he implored, his deep eyes full of understanding and comfort. “I’llstop, even if I’m balls deep inside you, I would stop if you asked me to.”
“I know.” I licked my lips. His eyes darkened with desire as he watched my tongue slide across the plump flesh, leaving moisture in its wake.
He growled deep in his throat as his hands reached for me, and he pulled me against his hard body. I trembled at the contact of his skin when my hands landed on his chest. He felt like fire, warm, comforting, inviting fire.
“Don’t think. Feel,” he rasped out and captured my lips in another kiss. His tongue slid against mine; his warm body wrapped me in a cocoon of sensation. I felt his hands in my hair as he held me in place while he drowned me in the sensation of him. My fingers curled into his chest, my nails scraping and pressing into the hard planes of his pecs. He groaned with appreciation. I felt his hands move to the neck of my dress before the front loosened and fell forward, leaving my small breasts exposed. He stepped back slightly. The dress was caught on the slight flare of my hips, but my breasts were free from the soft fabric.
His hand reached out and cupped the small, pillowy flesh of my chest. I closed my eyes as the warmth of his hand seeped into my skin and beyond, down into my soul. He slipped the pasty off my nipple, exposing me fully to his gaze. His thumb stroked and circled the hardened peak, and my eyes slid closed as I enjoyed the sensation of his hands on me. ‘Don’t think. Feel.’ His whispered words came back to me. I was feeling everything, drinking in the erotic sensations that dumped desire, adrenaline, and need into my system in equal measure.
I gasped, and my eyes flew open when I felt the wet heat of Lorenzo’s mouth on my breast. He suckled the hard tip of the exposed breast, while his other hand removed the other pastyand covered my other breast. My nipple ground into his palm, and my knees almost gave out.
My fingers speared through his hair, and I slid my eyes closed as my body started rocking with every tug of his mouth on my sensitive nipple. He pulled back, my breast leaving his mouth with a pop, and I whined in disappointment, but I didn’t stay disappointed for long.
His mouth and hand switched places. He enveloped my other nipple in his mouth, giving it the same treatment, and his hand molded and teased my now wet nipple as he plucked at the tip with his fingers. I needed more, though. I needed so much more. My body was hungry for his touch. It was too much, but it was nowhere near enough.
I was a rioting mass of sensation, so much so that I didn’t notice when he pushed my dress the rest of the way down and it fell around my feet. In fact, I didn’t notice anything until I felt his hands slide down to my ass, lifting me easily into his arms. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him, and he pulled off my nipple to capture my lips again while he carried me into the bedroom.
He lay me down and stepped back from the bed to remove his pants and boxer briefs. “Your first time will be in a bed, Princess, but next time, I’m going to fuck you in front of that fireplace so I can watch the glow of the flames dance across your skin.”
“Lorenzo,” I whimpered his name, missing the heat and feel of his body against mine. His pants were gone as he reached for the strappy green heels that matched the color of the dress I’d been wearing.
His hands moved quickly and efficiently, removing the shoes, and as his fingers traced along my skin, heat radiated from every place he touched. It couldn’t be this good. Even with all the books I’d read and all the scenes I’d imagined, it never seemedpossible for real life to measure up to fantasy. But Lorenzo did measure up. His touch electrified me in all the best ways.
He climbed onto the bed between my legs and knelt between my thighs—kissing them. My hips bucked against him when he gently bit the inside of my thigh, then laved it with his tongue. His fingers curled into the waistband of my panties as he slid them down my legs. He pushed up onto his knees long enough to remove the fabric and throw it over his shoulder.
Then he was back on me, between my legs, his face buried in the heat of my core. I’d never been more thankful for the dance costumes and having to be waxed at all times. It was easier to keep myself bare than to have to deal with the costumes pulling at the hair down there.
I gasped out and held his head in place as he sucked on the little bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. “Oh, God.” I groaned when I felt him move one of my legs over his shoulder and slip a finger inside me, his mouth never letting up on my clit. I could feel my body rippling around the length of his finger. The stretch was so unfamiliar, but oh so delicious.
My breath came out in pants as I tried to ride and process each sensation, my pussy clasping at his finger as he slid another one inside and flicked my clit with his tongue. He devoured me like he was starving for the taste of me. It was incredible, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It was even better than the rush I got on stage.
“More,” I begged, bucking my hips, reaching for him. I wanted so much more. “God, Lorenzo. Please. More.” I heard him chuckle against my flesh, and then he moved away. I was out of breath when he came down on top of me. His eyes glowed with appreciation, and his mouth was wet with my arousal.
“You stopped.” I reached up and put my hands on his shoulders, trying to catch my breath.
“You were getting close to coming, and I want the first time you come with me to be on my cock, not my face.”
“Oh,” I whispered.
He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. I thought I would be turned off at the taste of myself on his tongue, but I wasn’t. I was more ravenous for him. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it. His hips pumped against mine as his cock, slid through the wet slit he’d left behind. I felt his cock slide along my length, the head of his cock brushing against my clit driving me wild.
Lorenzo broke our kiss and slid his hand between us. “Take a deep breath, Bianca.”
I did as he said. As I was drawing it in, he guided the head of his cock inside me. My body resisted his invasion, but the pressure, heat, and arousal allowed him to push through that resistance until I felt a small pinch inside me.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned. His eyes shut as he rested his forehead against mine. He didn’t move, but I could see his jaw twitching as if he were fighting for control.
My body was on fire, stretching and burning from the unfamiliar sensation of someone being inside me. I moved my legs up to his hips, and he hissed, “Christ. Stay still for a second.” His breath was coming out in warm pants against my lips. “I don’t want to hurt you, Bianca.”
