Page 14 of Elusive Enforcer

“Thank fuck,” I reply, some of the tension in my neck and shoulders relaxing. “Everything about you calls to me, angel. It has since day one.” Never again will my woman feel unwanted. I could punch myself in the goddamn face for making her doubt herself.

“That would have been nice to hear after my first kiss. Instead, I was left breathless and abandoned on a desk while you sulked off to the bathroom. What else was I supposed to think?”

“I’m so sorry,” I tell her earnestly, begging her to believe me. I take a step closer, breathing in her peaches and cream scent and searching her eyes for her true feelings. I finally process the entirety of what she just said. “First kiss?”

Florence’s cheeks turn pink and then crimson as she bows her head, breaking eye contact. I cup the side of her face, gently drawing her gaze back to mine.

“I had no idea,” I murmur. “Thank you for trusting me, for sharing that part of yourself with me. I’m sorry I messed everything up.” I’m an idiot, but for entirely different reasons than I previously thought.

“I just need you to talk to me. We have to communicate,” she says softly. “And don’t leave me,” she adds.

“Never,” I vow, dipping my head and brushing my nose against hers. She’s holding her heart in her hands, presenting it to me even though I’m an undeserving oaf who doesn’t know how to handle something so precious. “I’ve wanted you for longer than you know,” I murmur against her lips. “I’ll show you how much if you let me.”

Florence nibbles on her bottom lip, drawing my attention there. I comb my fingers through her silky locks, giving her time to decide. “Show me. Don’t hold back. I want it all.”

I hum in approval and wrap her long, red hair around my fist, pulling her head back before sealing my mouth over hers. I slide my tongue past her lips and dive into her depths, tasting everyinch of her, claiming every inch of her, whether she knows it or not.

Florence fists my shirt and pulls me closer. She wraps her arms around my neck as I slide my hands down her body and grip her ass, grinding her against my swollen dick.

“How do you want me to show you, beautiful? With my fingers?” I brush the back of my knuckles over her cheek and across her jaw, then drop my hand down and wrap my fingers around her throat, in a light hold. “Or maybe my tongue?” I ask, pulling her towards me by her neck so I can lick the seam of her lips. “Or are you ready for more? Do you want me to show you who you belong to, Florence?”

Wide, green eyes peer into the very depths of my blackened soul, shining light into the shadows and giving me my first taste of hope in decades. I wait for her to wrap her mind around everything that’s happened between us. I’m barely able to comprehend it myself, but I know I can’t ever be without this woman. I pray that she feels the same way.

“I meant what I said. I want it all. Everything you have to offer. I trust you,” she whispers.

This time, I don’t hesitate. I know exactly what she’s asking for.

I lift Florence in my arms and set her at the foot of the bed. Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her softly while slipping my hands barely underneath the hem of her shirt. My fingers play with the waistband of her leggings, dipping inside and caressing her sensitive skin and then pulling away. Florence shudders, but I keep kissing and teasing her, working her up, and letting her know she’s worth me taking the time.

Slowly, I continue my exploration, inching her shirt up higher and higher while I kiss down her neck, lower and lower. Finally, I pull back just enough to slip the fabric over her head, revealing her perfect breasts. I kiss them, too.

My mouth never leaves her skin as I kneel in front of her, catching the elastic waistband of her leggings between my teeth. I pull it and release, letting it snap against her soft belly. Florence inhales sharply and rests her hands on my shoulders to help keep her balance.

I peel off her pants, kissing every new inch of smooth skin as it's exposed to me. All that's left is a scrap of pink cotton covering her hot little pussy. I can see she's already dripping, and fuck if that doesn't have the beast in me roaring to life. I want to fuck that cunt. I want to shred the offending garment and shove my dick so deep inside that she'll never want anyone else.

I watch the wet spot on her panties grow bigger, and I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and sucking her essence from the fabric.

“Lorenzo!” Florence whimpers, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

I grunt and grip her hips, stopping her from squirming. I know I need to pull back to get the last piece of fabric off her, but it feels physically impossible for me to be separated from her even that much.

With a growl, I lean back just enough to rip the panties off her body, and then I push her backward, watching her fall onto the bed. I have my face buried between her legs before her back even hits the mattress. My tongue flicks across her clit once, twice, three times, and then Florence chokes out a scream as she comes on my tongue.

I don’t back down. I suck her sensitive bundle of nerves in between my lips and lap at her relentlessly, feeling her warm release drip down my chin. Her thighs snap around my head, but I pry them open, making her take what I give her.

I slide one finger inside her entrance, groaning at her greedy little pussy trying to suck me in deeper. She’s so fucking tight, I’ll need to stretch her out first. I add a second finger, massaging hersilky walls while continuing to draw circles over her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Florence bows her back off the mattress and claws the back of my head, her pleasure almost too much to contain. Good. I don’t want her to contain it. I want it all.

The pads of my fingers rub against her G-spot, making her entire body twitch and spasm. Over and over, I tap her sensitive spot while strumming her clit with my tongue. Florence pants and whines and shivers beneath me, but I hold her in place as I wind her up, tighter and tighter, until her muscles tense, her back stretches, and her mouth opens in a silent scream.

I scrape my teeth across her swollen clit and watch her orgasm ruin her completely. She tries to twist away from me, but I lay my arm over her lower belly and drink down her sweet cum. Only when I feel her start to relax do I tear my mouth away from her.

I place a kiss on one thigh, and then the other, before trailing my lips up her body, licking away the sweat where it pools on her supple skin. When I finally reach her tits, I rub my fingers over her hard nipples, coating them with her own juices.

I pause briefly, just long enough to take in the sight before me. Florence’s lips are parted slightly, her eyes are closed, and her brow is furrowed as if she’s concentrating on feeling every single ounce of bliss before it leaves her. She won’t have to worry. I’ll always give her more.

My eyes travel down to her breasts, now glistening with her own release. I suck on one pebbled peak, swirling my tongue and biting down softly, before turning my attention to the other. Her body arches into my mouth, and I run my hand between her back and the bed, pushing her chest further into my mouth so I can lick and suck her hard little nipples.

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