Page 196 of Love Arranged
“It’s okay to admit it.” I canhearhim smiling, but I refuse to open my eyes to check. “Because I like it too.”
“Look at me,” he demands, halting his movement.
When I realize he won’t continue unless I listen, I follow his command. His eyes are a blazing fire, threatening to consume me until there’s nothing left but ash.
“Do you want more?” he asks, his voice raspy, as if he is the one being pleasured right now.
“Yes,” I confess with a weak voice.
He slips a third finger inside, stretching me until I can no longer keep my eyes open.
“Let me make you happy.” The way he says it makes me think he is talking about more than sex.Again.
“I’ll be the happiest after I come.”
He chuckles while continuing his slow, blissful torture.
“Please.” I reach for his cock and find pre-cum dripping from the tip.
“Depends on if you’re ready to accept what’s happening between us.”
He sucks in a sharp breath when I tease the head with my thumb, collecting his arousal before bringing it to my mouth.His sharp eyes follow my tongue as it darts out to taste his pleasure.
“How do I taste?” His husky voice hits me like a powerful aphrodisiac.
“Likemine.”
“Look who’s the possessive one now.” More arousal coats his crown, a clear sign of how he feels about our mutual obsession.
I want to take him into my mouth, but Lorenzo seems to have other plans as he pulls his fingers back.
He lines his cock up, only to rear back with a curse. I never thought I’d enjoy a man forgetting to put on a condom, but Lorenzo being so out of his mind from lust makes me smile.
His body is visibly trembling by the time he puts a condom on and returns to his spot between my thighs.
“You okay?” I ask when he doesn’t speak.
He wraps a hand around his shaft and drags it across my slit. “I will be.”
I wrap my legs around his waist to draw him closer. His control is far better than mine, because with every swipe of his tip over my dripping center, I feel my hold on reality slip.
“Lorenzo,” I whine, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears.
“Tell me what we both need to hear.”
We. Not him. Not me. Butwe.
“I want you to fuck me,” I say, hoping it does the trick.
He abandons his idea and reaches underneath my ass to lift me up instead. “Try again.”
“I need your cock inside me. Right. Now.”
His fingers dig into my flesh hard enough to bruise. Since his hands are occupied, I reach for his dick, but he has my hands secured above my head before I can touch him.
“Since you’re having trouble, I’ll give you a hint. Three words. Eight letters—five of which are vowels.”
“I hate you.”
