Page 80 of Lorenzo's Claim

“You know, I’ve never been kissed in a pool before.”

“Come to think of it, neither have I.” I inched my lips closer to hers as the smell of her perfume hit me like a wave.

“Maybe we should change that then,” she whispered in that seductive way of hers, making my cock twitch.

My lips crashed against hers, hungry and demanding as she parted her lips and allowed me to deepen the kiss. My tongue clashed furiously with hers, tasting and claiming her as she moaned softly. Sliding my fingers down her sides, I traced imaginary patterns on her skin as her breath hitched.

Without hesitation, she locked her legs around my waist as the water surged and swirled around us. The moment my cock pressed against her pussy, she unleashed the most intoxicating moan, a sound that seared into my soul and reverberated through my entire being. In that instant, I was certain that her desire matched the burning intensity of my own.

“Lorenzo…” she breathed against my ear, my skin prickling as she spoke. “I need you,”

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific, wife,” I growled, already knowing exactly what she meant, but I needed to hear those delicious words leave her mouth.

“I need you to fuck me,” she whimpered as my cock teased her clit through the restraints of our swimwear. “Please.”

And there it was—seven sweet words.

“There’s no going back after that.” I whispered, already making my way to the pool steps.

“As if there ever was, anyway.” She blushed before sucking on my neck.Fuck…

With powerful strides, I carried her out of the pool, water dripping from our entwined bodies as I strode towards the house, not stopping until I reached our bedroom.

“Are you sure?” I asked, not wanting her to get lost in the heat of the moment and regret anything afterwards.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

I gently dropped her feet to the floor in front of me, not taking my eyes off of hers. The sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting a soft glow over her skin, highlighting the way her chest rose and fell with anticipation.

“You’re mine, Anastacia,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire, my words a statement of fact, a declaration. “Every fucking inch of you is mine.” My fingers brushed the strap of her bikini top as my touch sent goosebumps over her skin.

“Prove it,” she challenged as I dropped her top onto the floor.

I laid her down on the bed as I loomed over her, my eyes roaming over every inch of her body and taking in every detail, every freckle, every fucking inch of exposed skin. She reached up, hooking her fingers in the waistband of my swim shorts, pulling me closer to her. My hands rested on either side of her, caging her in.

“I plan on it.” I smirked, my lips brushing hers in a kiss that cemented my promise.

My mouth left her lips, leaving a trail of kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and across her collarbone. With each kiss, she let out a sweet moan, making my cock twitch with need. My hands moved with purpose, my fingers teasing the ties on her bikini bottoms before I parted her thighs. She gasped softly, her breath catching as she revelled in my touch.

I lingered, deliberately drawing out every second, my lips and tongue exploring every sun-kissed inch of her skin with a feverish hunger. It tasted faintly of sweat, electrifying and pulsing with life beneath my touch.Fucking incredible.

I slid the piece of fabric from her, leaving her exposed, vulnerable, and yet, somehow, more powerful than ever before. My cock ached as I took in the sight of her naked body, wanting to explore every single inch of her. Her breathing quickened the second I dropped to my knees between her legs.

I was about to lose myself in my wife, enjoying her pussy with my mouth and cock until she physically couldn’t take it anymore. “Spread your legs more for me,” I ordered, my voice laced with a commanding edge.

She obeyed without hesitation, her legs falling open instantly. My lips twisted up at the corners, seeing how wet she already was for me. “Good fucking girl. Already wet for your husband.” I dipped my head, stroking her clit with my tongue as she gasped at the sensation.

“Fuck…” she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair and holding me close. She wanted all my attention fixed on her.

I slid my fingers inside her, curling them in a way I knew she loved. Her fingers tightened, my scalp burning beneath her hold, but I welcomed it.

Craved it.

Loved it.

I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit with deliberate precision, teasing her until she writhed beneath me, her body a live wire of need, arching desperately to draw closer, to feel more. Each tantalising stroke of my tongue sent tremors coursing through her frame, a symphony of shivers. I couldn't deny the intoxicating power running through me, feeding off every quiver and moan.

“Lorenzo… I—” she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. “Please.”

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