Page 68 of Do-Over with my Ex

I tugged his shirt up. He lifted his arms, and we got rid of it. I love seeing him naked. Lorenzo was so fucking hot, it was hard not to stare. He worked out all the time and it showed, but he didn’t have bulky muscle. Everything about him was lean and taut anddelicious.

I ran my hands over his chest, curling my fingers through the dark chest hair, scraping my nails over his skin.

He worked his way down my neck, and I tilted my head to allow him the space to move.

Lorenzo tugged my shirt out of the way, licking a line along my exposed collarbone, and it sent shivers down my spine.

I pushed him toward the bed until his knees hit the mattress. He sat down, and I sank to my knees in front of him. I fiddled with his jeans—they were stiff with the mud and water we’d been dealing with—and when I undid them, I pulled his cock free.

Lorenzo shifted on the bed so that I could pull his pants down his ass far enough to set his cock and his balls free.

I dove in and licked a line up his shaft. Lorenzo sucked in his breath through his teeth when I licked a circle around the head of his cock, teasing him. When I sucked his cock into my mouth, he bit out curse words through a clenched jaw.

His hands went to my hair. It was tangled when he pushed his fingers into it and my hair pulled, but I didn’t care. Right now, I wanted it hard, I wanted it rough, I wanted to forget and get lost in just the two of us.

I bobbed my head up and down, moving faster and faster. Lorenzo pressed lightly on my head, encouraging me to take more of him into my mouth, and I did just that. I sucked him as deeply as I could until he nearly pushed down my throat.

I stroked him in and out, and while I did, I got wetter and wetter. I loved doing this to him—loved knowing that I was giving him this pleasure. Judging by the moans and groans, he liked what he felt.

I couldn’t cup his balls with him sitting down the way he was, but that didn’t matter. I alternated between sucking him like my life depended on it, and slowing it right down, stroking him in and out of my mouth so slowly, he groaned in frustration.

“Fuck, Celine,” Lorenzo growled, and he pushed me back so that his cock slipped out of my mouth with a plop. He kissed me, hard, before he pulled me onto the bed. His body was flush against mine again, his tongue in my mouth, and his hands roamed my body.

He flipped me over so that I was on my back and kissed his way down my neck. He pulled up my shirt, getting rid of it the same way I’d discarded his. He cupped and massaged my breasts, pulling down the cups of my bra and tweaking my nipples.

I arched my back and undid my bra, and Lorenzo pulled that off, too. Right now, clothes wereheavilyoverrated. It was cold up here in the mountains and in the cabin, but I didn’t feel it at all. My skin was on fire, my nerve endings were alive, and when Lorenzo sucked a nipple into his mouth, I cried out.

I pushed my hands into his thick black hair and scraped my nails over his scalp while he sucked and licked my nipples until I was a wet, trembling puddle on the bed.

After Lorenzo had paid thorough attention to my naked breasts, he worked his way down my body. He planted kisses along my ribs, my stomach, my hips. I had bruises and cuts down my body from where we’d tumbled downhill and been in the river, but Lorenzo was careful to kiss around them.

He tugged my leggings down, peeling them off my legs without ceremony and closed his mouth over my pussy the moment my legs fell open for him. There was nothing slow and teasing and sensual about it. He licked and sucked me, flicking his tongue over my clit again and again like he’d been starving and he was going to devour me.

I cried out when he pushed two fingers into me, pumping them in and out as he continued the onslaught on my clit.

In no time at all, I was on the edge of an orgasm, and then I toppled over and into the abyss of pure pleasure.

I gasped and moaned until the orgasm took my breath away.

When I came down from my sexual high, I sat up. Lorenzo kissed me, pushing me backward, but this time, I was in charge.

I rolled him over, wrestling him onto the mattress. I wouldn’t have been able to if he hadn’t complied—he was all muscle and a lot stronger than I was but he gave in, giving me what I needed.

He lay back, and I clambered onto him. I hovered over him, planting kisses on his chest, his shoulders, and finally, his mouth before I lowered myself onto his cock.

He was so hard and so large, and when he penetrated me, I cried out, moaning all the way in as his size all but split me open. I trembled around him buried deep inside me, relishing in the feel of being filled up completely.

When I looked at Lorenzo, his eyes were on mine, and they were dark with lust. It mirrored my own need, and I rocked my hips back and forth, stroking him in and out of me.

Lorenzo gritted his teeth, lips pulled back in pure ecstasy as I bucked my hips, riding him harder and faster.

He lifted his torso to kiss me, but I pushed him back down and leaned my hands on his chest. I rode him hard, my knees rubbing raw on the blankets underneath my legs. I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything other than the feel of him inside me, my clit rubbing against his pubic bone as I rocked my hips back and forth, and the fact that Lorenzo was right here with me, letting me get my release in whichever way I needed it.

I got closer and closer to another orgasm, and I gasped, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

When the pleasure rocked over me a second time, I cried out loudly and tilted my head back. It was hard to concentrate on rocking my hips while the pleasure took over, crashing into me again and again, and Lorenzo took over. He fucked me from beneath, holding onto my hips as he bucked his own, and my breasts jiggled as he pumped into me.

It stretched out my orgasm, intensifying it until all I knew was the pure bliss that washed over me.

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