Right before her eyes, a drop of pearly liquid seeped from the tip. She scrambled up, all thoughts of satiation fleeing at the evidence of his desire. With more greed than experience, Angel lifted her hand and circled it with her fingers, loving the soft/hard feel of it, the way the skin moved around the steel muscle, the engorged head begging to be kissed. She brought her mouth down and over the wide purple crest and swiped her tongue around it, loving the way he groaned and thrust against her, then he grabbed a handful of her hair as if unable to control his reaction. Her first real taste of him was nothing like she’d expected.
That was exactly what she wanted. An out of control Lorenzo. Only she could give him the pleasure he wanted, needed. A dream, she knew, since he’d had his fair share of women, but, here and now, it was only him and her.
She lifted her eyes to his then wrapped her lips around him and took his cock all the way in. His hips moved, giving her more. Angelina accepted it, wrapping her hand around the base, stroking him as she traced her tongue around his shaft, dragging her tongue down the underside, and teased him all the way down to his balls.
“Enough,” Lorenzo said, and gently pushed her back onto the bed. He covered her body with his own and claimed her lips, leaving her breathless.
“I was enjoying myself,” she pouted.
“Me too, but the first time I come, I want to be deep inside you. Are you on the pill, or do I need to wear a condom? I can assure you I’m 100 percent clean of diseases.”
The truth of that statement shone from his gaze like a bright beacon.
“Yes…I mean, I’m on the pill to help with my monthly issues, and I don’t have anything either,” she whispered, wondering why it felt natural to explain something so personal to him.
She felt his cock head at the entrance to her vagina and tensed, expecting pain. He probed, pushed an inch inside and retreated then repeated it again. It hurt, but, oh, it was a sweet hurt as she tried to relax. She felt him pulse as he stilled.
“Are you a virgin?”
She closed her eyes.
“Angelina, answer me.” He brushed tendrils of hair off her face.
“N-no….”
“How long has it been for you?”
Did he really just ask that? His dick halfway inside her, and he had the nerve to question her sex life? She forced her eyes open, making herself be brave, and met him stare for stare.
“Five years,” she answered defiantly. Let him think whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop.
Braced with an arm beside her head, Lorenzo trailed his hand down, flicking her clit as he eased in and out, pushing against her with a gentle rhythm. The heel of his hand replaced his fingers, rubbing and rocking until she was moaning, out of her mind with an earthy hunger only he seemed to bring out in her, making her mindless.
Finally, he pressed the last inch inside her spasming pussy, and stilled, letting her get used to the fullness. But Angel wanted to feel him move. No, she needed him to move inside her. She raised her hips and met his downward thrust. He reared back and slammed back inside her to the hilt. She screamed then planted her feet on the bed for leverage.
Gone was the slow and gentle, replaced with hard and fast, and oh so sweet. A tingling began in her toes, spreading upward, taking her over completely. She heard herself panting, felt sweat beading on her skin, and still the pleasure continued. Surely a person couldn’t die from sensations so extreme, but, really, she didn’t think she’d mind. And then she fell over the edge. Her orgasm flashed through her like a bolt of lightning, swamping all her senses, leaving her boneless.
“Yes, Lorenzo, oh my God. I feel you everywhere.” She cried, tears seeping from her eyes at the amazing sensations.
“Angel mine, so good.” His movements picked up.
She felt him pull back and power back inside. Bucking against him, her climax was pulsing, squeezing the thick wedge of flesh, and then he joined her, yelling out with his orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, his weight a welcoming embrace she wanted to wrap her arms around and hold onto forever. His sigh against her neck made her shiver, but, all too soon, he rolled to the side, bringing her with him. Still connected, she laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was the sweetest sound she’d ever heard, and she wanted to hear it for the rest of her life. This was what making love should be like, was her last thought before exhaustion overtook and sleep rose up and claimed her.
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