Page 17 of Hot Moves

A sensation, almost like a dream, starts to pull me from the depths of slumber. A delicate, intimate touch that sends shivers up my spine. It takes me a moment to register what’s happening, but when I do, my eyes flutter open, and I suck in a sharp breath.

Lorenzo is pressed between my legs, his strong hands gripping my thighs, holding my legs wide open. I glance down and his intense eyes lock onto mine. Desire flashes through their dark depths as he presses his tongue deep inside me. The sight and sensation cause my heart to race with a mixture of surprise and overwhelming pleasure.

“Lorenzo,” I gasp, my voice a soft, breathy moan as his tongue works magic, exploring me with an expertise that leaves me trembling.

He doesn’t respond with words. His actions speak volumes, each movement of his tongue, each gentle suck and lap sending ecstasy coursing through every cell in my body. I can’t hold back the loud cries that escape my lips. The pleasure is too intense to silence.

My hands find their way to his hair, tangling in the dark strands as I attempt to ground myself, but it’s a losing battle. Lorenzo’s skill and intensity have me quickly unraveling as my legs quiver while my hips involuntarily lift to meet his mouth.

He slides a hand up my body, his fingers finding my breast, teasing my nipple as his mouth continues its relentless ministrations. The dual sensations are too much. The pleasure builds with every stroke of his tongue and touch of his hand.

“Lorenzo,” I cry out as my fingers tighten in his hair and my back arches off the bed. “I’m going to…”

He growls softly against my sensitive skin, and the vibration sends another jolt of pleasure flowing through me. He doubles his efforts, sliding his tongue deeper and increasing his pace, driving me toward the edge with an intensity that leaves me breathless.

And then I’m suddenly there, teetering on the precipice a split second before the world explodes in a climax so powerful it leaves me crying out and shaking with the force of it.

My vision blurs, every nerve ending firing in an explosion of bliss as Lorenzo continues to pleasure me, drawing out every last wave of my orgasm with his mouth and fingers.

When the waves finally subside, I collapse back against the pillows, my chest heaving, my body trembling. Lorenzo crawls up the bed, his eyes locking onto mine as he hovers above me. He looks utterly satisfied, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice a deep, sultry whisper.

I can’t help but laugh, breathless and sated. “I love the way you say good morning,” I manage to reply, reaching up to pull him down for a kiss. The taste of me still lingers on his lips as a reminder of the intimate connection we’ve just shared.

“I’ll make sure to wake you up like that often,” he murmurs against my lips before kissing me deeply again, and I feel the hard evidence of his own arousal pressing against me.

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his hard cock. “Maybe we should do something about this.”

Lorenzo's hand trails gently down my arm, sending a cascade of goosebumps in its wake. "I have no doubt you’re sore from last night. Why don’t we take a shower and see if it helps before we work on relieving my big issue." He wiggles his eyebrows and I giggle at the carefree, happy expression on his handsome face.

"That sounds like a plan to me," I say, my voice a soft whisper.

We slip out of bed, the cool air making me shiver as I follow him into the en-suite bathroom. The space is luxurious, with gleaming marble surfaces and a spacious shower encased in glass.

Lorenzo turns on the water and tests the temperature before stepping back to allow me to enter the steamy enclosure first. The warm spray feels heavenly against my skin, and I groan as it slowly eases the stiffness in my muscles. I tilt my head back, letting the water cascade through my hair, relishing the sensation.

He joins me, and the small confines of the shower suddenly feel infinitely more intimate. The heat from his muscular body mingles with the steam. Lorenzo takes a bottle of shower gel andsqueezes a generous amount into his hands before working it into a lather.

"Turn around," he instructs in his soothing voice. I do as he asks, closing my eyes as he begins to massage the lather into my shoulders and down my back. His hands move with care and precision, and I can’t help but relax completely under his touch.

The feel of his fingers kneading the tension from my muscles is blissful. I let out a contented sigh as I lean into his touch. He moves from my back to my arms while gently washing away the remnants of sleep and last night's intensity.

When he reaches my lower back, his hands slow and his touch becomes more of a caress. My breath hitches as his fingers glide over my hips. There's nothing hurried about his languid, almost reverent tenderness.

"Does that feel better?" he asks, his warm breath brushing against my ear.

"Much better," I manage to whisper. "Thank you."

As he turns me around, his eyes lock onto mine, and he moves his hands to the front of my body, repeating the same gentle, thorough washing. There's an intimacy in the act that feels almost sacred, and the unspoken bond between us grows stronger with each touch.

I lather my hands and start to wash him in return. My movements are tentative at first, but his encouraging smile gives me confidence. I trace the muscles of his chest and the taut lines of his abdomen, feeling the powerful muscles jump beneath my fingers.

The water washes away the foam, leaving our skin slick and warm. Lorenzo's hands move to my face, cupping my cheeks as he leans down to kiss me. It's a soft, lingering kiss that speaks of passion and promise.

"We should rinse off." His voice is a mix of amusement and longing. "Before we both end up waterlogged."

I nod and we move under the spray together to wash away the last of the bubbles. The simplicity of the moment and the closeness fills my heart.

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