Page 53 of Do-Over with my Ex

When we’d fallen into the water, I hadn’t known how to find the surface, and I would have drowned if it hadn’t been for him yanking me up.

I’d always been a fighter, always ready to fend for myself and tell whoever wanted to tell me how to live my life to fuck off.

Lorenzo had protected me when I’d realized I hadn’t been able to fend for myself.

He ground his erection against my sex, the thin fabric of his boxers the only barrier between us. I was already naked.

Neither of us had planned to do this—Lorenzo suggesting I get out of my wet clothes had been to make sure I didn’t stay cold. Still, I wanted him as close as possible. I wanted him all over me and inside me. I wanted him to hold on to me, as he had when we’d tumbled downhill, and never let go.

He kissed me again, and his tongue slid into my mouth. I slid my tongue around his, and we tasted each other while he slowly grinded himself against me. My body responded to his advances, and I became wet.

I reached down and pushed my hand into Lorenzo’s boxers, squeezing his perfect ass.

Lorenzo had always been built like an Adonis, but as he’d gotten older, filling out, he’d become solid, and now he was incredible to look at, incredible to feel.

Delicious. Edible.

Lorenzo left my mouth and kissed a line down my neck and onto my chest. My nipples were erect from the cold air in the cave and from my lust for Lorenzo. He groaned, and the deep sound of his voice reverberated through my body.

He didn’t fondle my breasts or suck my nipples into his mouth, which I ached for. My skin tingled in anticipation, burning with need, but Lorenzo worked his way further and further down my body.

He licked a line down one hip bone and then the other. He dropped a kiss on my pubic bone.

He didn’t close his mouth over my sex the way I wanted him to. Instead, he planted kisses on my thighs all around my pussy until I moaned and gasped in protest.

Lorenzo sat up, his cock straining against his boxers, and it was a sight to behold.

He wrapped a hand around my ankle and planted kisses on my foot, working his way up my leg. His kisses, nibbles and licks were incredible. It was as ticklish as it was erotic for him to worship me that way, inching up my leg little by little.

When he reached the apex of my thighs, I wanted him to push his tongue into my slit.

He didn’t. He blew lightly on my pussy, and I shivered and moaned before he moved to my other ankle and started the process all over again.

“Lorenzo,” I moaned, half in complaint and half in ecstasy as he slowly worked his way up my other leg just as he had the first.

I was getting wetter and wetter, and the longer he teased me, refusing to touch me where I ached to be touched, the wetter I became.

When he finally closed his mouth around my pussy, I cried out. He flicked his tongue over my clit, and I whimpered and curled on the blanket. He licked and sucked my clit, and I bucked my hips slowly against his mouth, my body begging for the release I needed.

“Oh, God, yes!” I cried out when he flicked his tongue faster, and he chuckled against my pussy. The sound traveled through me, and I moaned loudly.

He kept me teetering on the edge for a while, and I realized he was teasing me again. Was this punishment for all the times I’d played hard to get?

If it was, he could punish me again and again because, fuck, no matter how much it drove me crazy that he kept me on the edge, not letting me topple into my orgasm, I loved how he worked me up into a frenzy.

My lust for him had turned from a small, flickering flame that resembled the fire next to us into a raging furnace.

“Lorenzo, please,” I begged.

“What?” he asked as if he didn’t know how crazy he made me.

“Just make me come,” I cried out.

He chuckled again, and as he did, he pushed two fingers into me.

I cried out, and Lorenzo increased his onslaught on my clit while he pumped his fingers in and out of me. He pushed me closer and closer to orgasm and finally let me tumble over.

I moaned loudly as the pleasure crashed into me like waves until it took my breath away. I pushed my hands into Lorenzo’s dark hair and bucked my hips against his mouth as he continued to suck me slowly and slowly stroke his fingers in and out of me.

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