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As I stand under the powerful jets of hot water, I feel charged. Partly from being around him, and his body, and partly from knowing he’s been naked in this very shower just before me.
I also know he’s made many women come. The guy must be an orgasm artist.
He must know what to do, where and when, to give those beautiful woman the most explosive orgasms. Ever!
As I rub soap over my arms and breasts, I think about touching myself. The water jet is so incredibly powerful… I know I would come fast.
I squeeze a nipple, then I reach down, and swipe a finger up myself. I whimper, then start to pant. It’s so, so good.
I do it again, and I circle my throbbing clit.
Suddenly, I stop, worrying somehow, he may be able to tell, and he may even reprimand me. He may even throw me out onto the cold wet street.
I shake the idea of coming from my mind, and I decide to pleasure myself later, in the huge soft bed. There, I will imagine him deep in me, and him making mecome for him.
After the shower,I walk through the apartment in the towel, all steamy and hot. Thunder rumbles across the city, and I am distracted. I tighten the towel, as I round a corner, and I bump into Lorenzo.
Our bodies collide, and I gasp.
Lightning flashes, and it reflects off his abs, jaw and dark eyes.
Lorenzo is close, and he reminds me of a dangerous animal. He is hot, sexy, and savage. I gulp and step back, as my stomach tightens.
I’m the most sexually charged I’ve ever felt, and I want him to take me. In the storm, against the stone wall, with those eyes, and those large hands.
“You okay?” he asks deep, and husky… inches away.
I nod, and tighten the towel, when really, I want it to drop.
Lorenzo flicks his head, and he issues his new command, “this way.”
I follow him to an opulent bar area, and he pours himself a whiskey. I look around, and it’s an area I didn’t notice before. It is stunning with chocolate colored leather chairs, oak walls, and old oil paintings.
He has a wall of old leather-bound books, and almost every liquor imaginable in a stunning oak cabinet.
“So, milk this time?” he asks without emotion.
I’ve always looked younger than I am, and over time, I’ve become sick of it. I need him to know I’m a woman.
“Thank you, but the lady would prefer… the same as you.” I force myself to sound confident. It seems to work, and for the first time, Lorenzo grins.
The cold grump pours me another large glass and he hands it to me. “Just be careful, it’s strong. I don’t want to have to carry you to bed.”
Your bed?
Oh God, yes.
I accept the expensive cut glass, and as I take it, our fingers touch, and a shock of electricity runs up my hands. The energy is exquisite, just like his eyes.
As we raise our glasses to toast, the moment is gone, just like that. “To the young lady exploring the city,” Lorenzo says.
As Lorenzo drinks, and our eyes meet over the crystal, there is a flash of lightning. Thunder booms.
“So, how about the rest of the tour,” he asks. “Unless you want to change?”
Three minutes later, I follow Lorenzo in my satin phoenix patterned robe. The short robe was a gift from an old aunt, and I adore it.
Lorenzo’s rock-hard butt heads through what seems like the center of the huge penthouse.
