Page 84 of My Debacle with De Lorenzo

Her eyes move to the other side of the room, and something catches her attention because she stands up to walk to the display cabinet in front of my bed. “Is that you as a kid?” She casts a glance over her shoulder to look at me. “You were adorable. Look at you, dressed like a penguin.”

I move to stand behind her. “It was a school play. Who would’ve thought that cute little penguin would grow up to be a hardened criminal?”

“It’s always the sweet ones you have to look out for.”

“Yeah.”

My pelvis presses up against her ass as my patience finally wears out. I move her hair over one shoulder, so I have full access to her neck, and then I dip my head to the tender spot on her collarbone. This has only been going on for a week, but I know it takes approximately ten seconds for us to lose control. Ten seconds and then she’s wet and clinging to me, moaning my name like it’s the only coherent word she can get out. Ten seconds and then I’m hot and wild, sinking my teeth into her succulent flesh like I’ve been starved for days.

Ten seconds...well, nine now.

I lightly lick her neck, and she reaches back, entangling her hand in my hair to press my mouth harder against her.

Eight.

“I love the way you smell,” I whisper hoarsely, gripping her skin between my teeth as I breathe her in. She moans, dropping her head back onto my chest.

Seven.

Clasping her neck, my tongue dives into her mouth. The hand in my hair grips tighter.

Six.

My other hand moves over the front of her jeans, yanking her back until she rubs her ass along the length of my cock. She smirks when it twitches in response.

Five.

The pop of her button. The descent of her zipper.

Four.

Her breathing staggers in anticipation as I run my finger along the seam of her panties.

Three.

That’s as far as it gets. She spins around and shoves me up against the wall. The air is knocked out of me with an amused chuckle before I grab the back of her neck and bring those sexy lips to mine. With three seconds to spare, control flies out the window. She’s ripping off my T-shirt. I’m palming her ass, grinding her against me.

I turn, flipping us around until she’s against the wall. My hands slide up her sides, pulling her T-shirt up and over her head. I slow down for a moment to unclip her bra because I don’t like to rush the reveal. The suppleness of her body demands worship and appreciation, and I gotta make the time to do that. I groan when I catch sight of her breasts, cupping them with both hands before I drop my head to take one pert nipple into my mouth. A soft gasp heats the air between us before her head drops back against the wall.

“Just stay like that,” I whisper. “Don’t move.”

I kiss a path down her stomach, shifting onto my knees as I tug her jeans down. I slowly drag her underwear down her legs, leaving her naked in front of me. She’s perfect. I love every inch of her, right down to the little dimples on her thighs. My breath hitches. I’m so turned on, my cock straining against my zipper. My tongue runs up her inner thigh, but I stop when her body stiffens.

I look up at her, and she seems nervous. “Something wrong?”

“This is, uh, well, it’s a first for me. I’m not sure what to expect.”

“Okay.” I can’t stop the grin that forms on my face. She’s usually quite assertive, and I kinda like her looking meek and a little shy. “I’m gonna try to restrain myself here because I’mdyingto taste you.” Lifting one leg over my shoulder, I spread her open for me, my teeth nipping her inner thigh. “But I’ll go slow. Tell me what you like.”

My tongue flicks over her clit and her body tenses at the newness of the sensation. I pause for a second for her to relax, then do it again. I hear her suck in a sharp breath, but I don’t hear the exhale. The sexiest sight greets me when I look up at her again. Lost in ecstasy, her eyes are shut, and her lower lip is caught between her teeth.

“You need to keep breathing, Bella,” I remind her.

“Oh, yeah.”

Her breath is released with a small moan, and I indulge myself in the taste of her. She’s so wet. My tongue moves between her lips, probing inside her before sucking on her clit again. I keep it sensual and languid, allowing her small sounds to guide me. For about a minute, I’m actually really proud of us. We’re going slow, we’re in control, but then doesn’t she grip my hair and start riding my face like she wants me to devour this pussy.

So, I do.

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