Page 92 of Lorenzo & Lily

God, the taste of her. He kissed her collarbone, then her cleavage.

She was practically panting. He wondered how fast he could make her climax after a five-year dry spell.

His mouth covered one nipple and she moaned.

“Shhh. You don’t want anyone to hear.”

“I can’t help it.”

He smiled against her breast before he continued sucking and biting her nipple. His hand slipped down, and caressed the scar from her C-section. He wanted to taste it, and he would another time. He’d devote hours to worshipping her body, and making sure she knew how beautiful she was, scars and all.

For now, however, his hands unbuttoned, then dipped into her jeans. “Is your cunt as tasty as I remember?” He rubbed against her folds and brushed her clit. “Is it?”

She started rocking against his fingers. “Lo.”

Her wet heat on his fingers had his cock twitching, but he kept still. He wanted her to move. “Shall I taste?”

He pulled his fingers from her jeans and she mewed in protest. He licked his fingers clean while she watched. “It tastes even fucking better than it used to.”

She squirmed against him.

“Later, when we get home, I’m going to taste your sweet fucking cunt. Then I’m going to fuck you for hours.”

Her hands were brutally fisted in his hair. “Lo.”

“Right now, you’re going to take it hard and fast. Take your jeans off. Now.”

She staggered off the bed, kicked off her shoes, and pulled down her jeans and panties. Lorenzo pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees.

She climbed back and plastered herself against him. He held her there, their hot skin now scorching, their breath short and panting. Just the feel of her skin against his made his cock rock hard.

Fuck! “I don’t have a condom.”

She groaned. “I’m on birth control. Are you clean?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Lo.”

“I would not fuck with you about this. I haven’t been with anyone for at least six months, and a month ago my last checkup came back clean. You want to wait, we’ll wait. But I’m still getting you off, with either my fingers or my mouth on your cunt.”

She jerked in his hold.

“Or maybe both.”

She jerked again. “I trust you. I want you.”

“There’s no shame in waiting. Are you sure?”

“You make me wait for your cock, I’ll hurt your other arm.”

He grinned. “Come on my fingers, baby, then you can ride my cock.”

She whimpered. “Yes. God, yes.”

His thumb rubbed her clit while his fingers delved inside. She was a little looser than he remembered – he supposed that was due to giving birth – but she was still fucking hot.

After a minute of rubbing and her riding his fingers, he had barely any control left. “Now, Lily. Come on fucking fingers, baby. That’s it. Let me feel your sweet fucking cunt squeezing my fingers.”

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