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I take his hand, and it’s huge. Lorenzo looks down, and into my big brown anxious eyes. “Really. Just ask.”
“Teach me how to kiss!” I huff out.
Lorenzo walks away to the far corner of his roof. He looks across NYC, and I can see his big chest rise and fall, as if sighing. I also notice his jaw clench up.
I did not expect him to just walk away, even if it is a messed-up request. It’s not as if I asked him to buy a nation, fly to the moon for me, or save the darned world.
He looks across the city, and he does not move and inch. I now know I crossed the line.
My heart pounds fast, and I try to force myself to get up and go to him. Slowly, I walk over, and I nervously stand next to Lorenzo’s large frame.
He keeps his eyes off me, and he speaks slow and low. “You need to back away.”
I step back, and I walk across the rooftop, alone.
I sit in the herb garden, and I am close to tears. I have messed up big time, and I know it. I have crossed the line.
Lorenzo could easily toss me out, and fair enough. I am sick with worry, and I suspect this is it. I decide to leave, and I’ve always hated confrontations. I’m about to go downstairs, to start packing, when he walks away and inside.
Now, stuck here, on the roof, I pace and sigh avoiding him.
Twenty minutes later, Lorenzo returns, and he is his old grumpy self. He is not warm and friendly, at all. He is cold and clinical.
I stand on the rooftop’s far corner, and near the biggest stone eagle. The last rays of the day are warming me, and Lorenzo walks quietly up. “I made a promise to help you, Storm. But you need to be careful.” I nod, and keep staring at the sunset. “If we kiss, we kiss carefully. There can be no feelings. Do you understand me?”
“Sure,” I say turning, and gulping.
We look at each other and he is cold. He also looks on edge.
“What harm can it do?” I ask.
Lorenzo does not answer, but he gives me a grave look.
He walks back to the sofa, and I eventually follow him like a naughty girl. I sit, and slowly we talk, again.
Lorenzo is cold, calm, and reserved. As if holding himself back from me, fromus. I start to get nervous, but I am also starting to get excited, and wet.
I then decide I need a couple more drinks to relax. BeforeKissing Classstarts.
We havetwo more whiskeys each, and we walk and talk on the rooftop. Finally, we sit back down on the huge white outdoor sofa.
The animal statues and natural herbs feel calming, especially considering what we’re about to do.
After talking about kissing, I tell Lorenzo what I think people do, and how they kiss. Lorenzo explains various techniques, and I had no idea how much craft was involved.
I’m nervous, and I suspect I’m talking way too much. I start again, but Lorenzo puts his finger on my lips. “Storm, I need you to relax. After, I’m going to kiss you. Do you agree?”
“Yes,” I said nodding, and gulping.
Before I know it, Lorenzo has my face in his big hands. He then kisses the hell out of me. My heart pounds, in my chest, and I have stopped breathing.
I whimper, and Lorenzo holds the back of my head. His tongue has slid inside my mouth, and it explores me.
I start to melt, and feel weak.
Lorenzo moves a hand, and he holds my chin. His other hand remains on the back of my head.
I moan louder and my core starts to pulse. He is now fucking my mouth with his tongue.
