Desire Me

“You have no clue, baby.” He placed her feet shoulder-width apart on the edge of the bed, and ran his hands from her ankles, up the insides of her legs, paused at the bottom of her shorts, and then glided them back down.

Her feet were so small in his large hands. With an expertise she didn’t care to know about, he unfastened first one shoe then the other, taking the time to place them at the end of the bed, before returning to her. His nimble fingers unfastened the shorts and pulled the zip down, much slower than she liked. Again, he took the time to fold and set them on top of the bench that was part of the end of the large bed.

She began to feel self-conscious while he stared down at her black lace panties, wondering if he appreciated a bare woman, or if he liked the natural appearance. In her line of work, having even a well-trimmed female area could be risky. Nobody wanted to see curls poking out of the sides of a pair of spanks, or, as she had seen for herself, a mound that looked padded it had so much hair. She’d happily stick with her laser-smooth hoo-ha, thank you very much.

Her legs started to shake in their bent position, and again she wondered why he was taking so freaking long. Then his hands began their journey up her legs again, brushing over her panties, continuing up to the front clasp of her bra. With just a flick, it came undone, and he brushed the material aside. Her nipples, already puckered from excitement, became unbearably hard in the cold room.

She swore her pussy pulsed in time with her echoing heartbeat. Her breaths came out choppy, sounding like she’d run a marathon instead of lying on a bed, and still he hadn’t touched where she needed him. If he’d just rub her, even a little bit, she’d go off like a rocket. She’d had dreams of being right where she was for years, however, they were nothing in comparison to reality.

“You are so sexy,” he murmured.

His body bent, mouth open, placing a kiss on each hip, and then over the fabric and lace. She watched his teeth appear and latch onto her final covering, tugging it down. She lifted her hips, wanting the offending material off, now.

His husky chuckle let her know she’d spoken out loud again.

“Your wish is my command.” There was no chance to respond. His diabolical tongue came out, swiped from the top of her slit, to the hot wet core of her. Her gaze connected with his. He pursed his lips and kissed her clit, sending shock waves down her spine. Three more torturously slow passes of his greedy tongue, and she came, and still he continued.

He didn’t let her come down before he pressed one broad digit into her clenching channel, at the same moment he sucked her nub into his mouth. With teeth and tongue, he played with her, making her buck and moan, something she might have been embarrassed about if it hadn’t been the most exciting experience she’d ever had.

She saw him spread her with one hand, his eyes fixated on her feminine folds, adding a second digit.

“Damn, you’re so tight. That’s it, squeeze my fingers.” His heated breath washed over her.

A third finger joined the other two, and Lorenzo set up a rhythm of pump and suck that had her writhing on the bed. One palm came up, landing on her abdomen, holding her hips down as he continued to pleasure her, while she climaxed on his face and his fingers, rolling from one orgasm right into another. An endless stream of pleasure that left her weak and shaking pulsed throughout her whole body.

Lorenzo’s head came up, his face wet with her juices, and their eyes collided and held. The look on his face was almost feral. He stood with panther-like grace and removed his clothes at warp speed.

She couldn’t move, could only stare as his male perfection was revealed, one section at a time. First, his shirt, showing off his rock-hard stomach, and then he kicked his shoes off in a wholly masculine way. He gave her what could only be deemed as a wicked grin. His eyes locked onto hers and, in a matter of moments, he’d removed the final piece of clothing from his body. And what a magnificent view it was.

Not an ounce of spare flesh could be seen on his large frame. Her eyes traveled from his face to his torso, memorizing all the places she wanted to explore, starting with his pecs. Continuing her visual journey, she came to a stunned halt. His dick jutted out from a nest of dark curls and, my, oh my, was he huge. It was so large, she didn’t think her fingers could circle his girth, but oy, she was more than willing to try.

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