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Lorenzo lifted me into his arms. He carried me as if I weighed nothing. I felt safe and protected in his arms and when he laid me on a bed, my head landed on a soft fluffy pillow.

I felt the bed dip when he started to massage my legs, moving down to my feet. Moaning, I marveled at the feel of his strong hands against my bare skin. He truly was gifted when it came to seduction. His hand slowly started to move up my legs, rubbing my calves, moving further up. I shivered as his fingers roamed across my thighs.

And for the first time in my life, my body betrayed me as my legs instinctively spread, giving him better access.

His hands stopped. I heard a swift intake of air, before he barely questioned, “Donatella?”

“Please.”

My breathing quickened. My heart pounded like a drum as he climbed on top of me, settling his weight between my legs. He carefully removed the black silk fabric. Blinking, I stared up at him and realized I enjoyed the weight of him over me. I could feel every inch of him, from the frantic beat of his heart to his bulging hard-on pressed against me.

His hands framed my face, his eyes never leaving mine.

Time was frozen for a second, as if he was waiting for something, a confirmation that I knew what I was asking and when I lightly pushed my hips up against him, that was all it took as he took my mouth hard and deep. His tongue did a desperate dance with mine, as his hands pulled at the towel, eager to remove it.

With one good yank, the towel flew across the room, as his fingers slid across the flat plane of my stomach, before he leaned over and kissed the piercing right above my belly button.

When I got that piercing, I never imagined the eroticism I would derive from having someone suck on it. The pull of the piercing, activated something deep within me, causing an avalanche of wetness between my legs. It was as if that particular part of my body was hardwired directly to my clit and when he sucked it again into his mouth, my body arched as my legs tightened around his, bringing my pussy closer to his thick bulge.

He seemed in no hurry as he took his time exploring, touching and kissing every inch of my stomach before he moved his mouth upward. His hands trailed fire across my skin as he cupped my breast. Lightly pinching my nipples, sending electricity racing through me. My pussy ached, dripped with need, almost jealous of the attention.

I could feel the wetness between my legs, the throbbing ache that only increased as he lowered his mouth to my breast, his tongue flicking my nipple.

Searing heat encompassed me, heating my entire body as he made me feel like the most beautiful, cherished woman in the world. As if we were the only two people in the world. I never knew I wanted something so badly until this moment. Writhing beneath him, I had difficulty containing my desire for him. All I wanted to do was rip his clothes off and climb him like cat, straddle him and ride him into the sunset.

When his lips closed around my nipple and he sucked, I gasped as every part of my body ignited into an inferno. My hands combed through his hair of their own accord, holding him to me and when his teeth bit my nipple gently, my clit pulsed as I cried out.

“Fuck, you are so responsive,” he murmured, as I rode out another orgasm. I knew the human body had erogenous zones. I just didn’t think every inch of my body was one because no matter where he touched, I wanted to fall apart.

Moaning, I ground harder against him as he pinched my other nipple. My mind whirled. Nothing mattered. Only him. My Lorenzo and what he was doing to my body. He felt hardwired to me in some way, that he was the only one who could sate the raging electrical storm that was about to overload my entire system.

Nothing in my life has ever had this effect on me. Not my books, not my family, not my desire for my work. Nothing came close.

Sitting back on the bed, he stared down at my completely naked body, with a dreamy look in his eyes. The lust and desire I saw was almost too much for me to handle. And when he licked his lips and lowered his head to my pussy, I shivered as his tongue reached out and licked my clit, tracing an intricate circle around it.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, barely able to breathe. Every nerve ending in my body intensified, like a power surge awakening all my senses. Grasping the sheets, I hung on with all my might as his tongue licked every inch of me.

I was flying so high I didn’t feel it when he slipped a finger inside me. I was so wet, his finger glided in without resistance and when he put a second one in, he stopped. He raised his head and gave me a shocked look.

I know what he found.

I wasn’t misleading. I didn’t lie when I told him he was my first kiss on the plane. He didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to understand that implication. Yet, there he sat before me. Two fingers inside me with the look of utter incomprehension on his face.

“How?” he muttered as he slowly started to remove his hand. Clasping my legs together, I stopped him.

Panicking, I reached for his hand, holding him in place. “Please. Don’t stop.”

“But?”

“Don’t think Lorenzo. Please, for once in your life, just don’t think. I want this. I want you. Please don’t deny me this.”

My words must have triggered something in him as his eyes filled with lust once again. Slowly, he moved his fingers inside me, gently fucking me. Curling his fingers until the tips of his fingers touched my most sensitive core, causing my head to short circuit and my body to race to some unknown pinnacle. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to get lost in the irresistible desire he had created once again throughout my body.

Never had anyone ever touched me the way he did. It was like he knew exactly where to find the mysterious switch hidden inside me to overload my system. Writhing against his hand, I couldn’t take anymore. I could feel the power surging, gaining momentum. My body was about to explode, only in a stronger more profound way. I couldn’t explain it. How did he know where to touch me?

And then it happened as his determined ministrations concentrated on that one spot. I screamed from the deep recess of my core as every electrical pathway, every nerve combusted, exploding everywhere all over my body.

“Fuck baby. Come for me,” he said, coaxing me as his fingers eased, gently rubbing inside me. When he pulled his hand away, I felt the soaked sheets beneath me. Blinking, I didn’t have time to say anything before his mouth devoured mine.


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