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I have to do everything in my goofy big heart, to not melt into his arms, or turn and try to kiss him.
It’s as if this, or us, is real, as if we are a couple. And he could do anything he wants to me.
Anything at all.
We talk about relationships,and I ask Lorenzo how you know when you’ve met the one. I ask him what to do about it, but he seems reluctant to answer.
Finally, he does, and he is unusually philosophical. Also, more mature, and well rounded, than I imagined he’d be. We move on to romance in relationships, and what people expect, as alcohol pumps through our veins.
One thing leads to another, and without planning to, and just because it feels right, I ask him if we can see how my kissingis developing.
Lorenzo does not answer, and I push him.
He is reluctant to agree, but after I tickle him, he relaxes. Finally, I turn to him, while under the blanket. As I lean into him, I kiss him on the jaw. It just feels right, and he is so big, strong, and warm.
Lorenzo does nothing, but I do hear some kind of growl. I go to do it again, when suddenly his expert mouth forces his tongue inside me.
I’m panting fast, and the kiss starts to activate all areas of my body. My heart, core, and mind, go soft, and it gets super-hot, super-fast.
After getting carried away, we both pull back.
Lorenzo feels like the hot, or savage Lorenzo, who scared me in the sauna. The time I wanted him to take me. “What?” I ask, as he looks at me strangely.
Lorenzo says nothing, as he curls hair from my forehead. As he holds my chin in his fingers, he looks at me.
“Am I getting better?”
Lorenzo shakes his head, and he looks away. I look into his eyes, and I wonder what he’s thinking. I notice his eyes change even more, and again they darken.
It’s likely just the moon above, but as he turns to me, I slide onto his lap. Lorenzo looks at me, and he holds my face in both of his hands.
All of a sudden, he kisses me, and drives his tongue between my lips.
I am suddenly weak, and his kiss is deep, penetrating and fierce. Again, it’s almost like he is fucking my mouth with his.
I moan as the moon, whiskey, andusbecomes too much. As my tongue matches Lorenzo’s, he wraps his second hand around the back of my head.
I moan and fist his own hair, then I slide fully around, and onto his lap to get comfortable.
Finally, he pulls back, and I gasp. I am so turned on, and I feel amazing. As if he, Lorenzo is a drug.
Our eyes meet, and Lorenzo is not smiling, anymore. Gone is his fun side. Gone is the gentle Lorenzo. He is serious, and for whatever reason, he looks mad.
I have to shake him out of it, and I need more.
“Show me what I can try after kissing. Even if just a tease,” I demand.
Lorenzo slides me off, and he stands and paces. It looks like he’s having trouble with the decision. I may have pushed too far, again.
“Lorenzo,” I say, looking up, from under the white warm blanket. “Just do anything you want. I can handle it. Really, I can!”
Lorenzo grumbles low, and before I know it, he is down next to me again. I turn to him, and
he takes my face in his big hands, again.
This time, my teacher nibbles my lips, before he playfully bites, and nips around my chin, ears and neck.
It’s incredible, and besides melting inside… My panties are nowsaturated.
