“I…I don’t know. Must be hormones or something,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
He stood up, sitting on the side of the bed and tugging her onto his lap, kissing away her tears. Oh, how she loved his mouth and the way he kissed her so passionately. He licked his way down her neck, across her collarbone, and, when he finally reached her breasts, he kissed her nipples, taking his time until each peak stood hard and aching. She shook from his touch, and the way his mouth worked her body as he leaned her back over his arm, kissing down her torso to her belly, nearly had her melting.
He rolled, placing her beneath him. When he hovered over her, grinning down into her eyes, she could believe he loved her. She reached for him, and he covered her with his body, rolling them over again, placing her on top.
Angel gasped. “Ren, I don’t know what to do.”
With a smile that warmed her, he held his hands up. “Whatever feels good, baby.”
His cock was hard. She slipped it inside her extremely wet pussy and then sat up, holding his hands as she thrust against him, taking him fully inside her. They both stilled, enjoying the feel of each other.
With her fingers linked in his, she placed them on his chest and began to move. She leaned forward, and then lifted, setting the tempo as she worked herself on his dick, drawing out each motion for maximum satisfaction, enjoying the thickening of his cock inside her, like an erotic dance.
She released his hands to brush away the hair that had fallen over his eyes then, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, she luxuriated in the fact she could finally do what she’d dreamed. She’d only planned to rub his mouth with her own, but his tongue pressed into hers. The kiss deepened, became so much more as he thrust inside, the same way his cock was buried inside her. He was a part of her and always would be, both mentally and physically.
She was close to coming as she lifted off him, and slid back down once again. It was a fight not to come.
His jaw clenched, his hands grabbed her hips, and he upped the pace. Lorenzo began moving her up and down on him. She placed her palms flat on his chest and matched his moves, feeling the orgasm she fought to hold off but knew she’d lost.
Her mouth opened on a moan, and then she screamed her release as her clit hit his pelvic bone on each downward plunge, throwing her into a long, slow climax that robbed her of energy as she collapsed on top of him.
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The top of Lorenzo’s head was ready to blow. Angel on top of him was one of his favorite fantasies. The reality was ten times better. The feel of her orgasm triggered his release in an earth-shattering kind of way, starting in his toes and ending through every pore of his body. He slammed her down on his shaft with enough force her breasts bounced, pushing his hips up and releasing jet after jet of come inside her still spasming pussy.
Lorenzo held her hips tight against his pelvis. “You are going to kill me.”
The little minx laughed.
The sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand interrupted them. The distinctive ringtone of his baby sister was the last thing he wanted to hear. Especially while he was buried balls deep inside the one place he wanted to stay forever. His mind came to a screeching halt. Forever!
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” She wiggled to get free. An unreadable emotion crossed her beautiful features.
“No,” he said abruptly.
She chewed her lower lip. “Why not? Are you worried about what she’ll say? You know, about me and—”
“God, no, Angel,” he denied.
Her body relaxed on top of his. “I need to be going. Do you mind if I shower?”
He nodded. “Why don’t I make some breakfast while you do that. By then, your clothes should be ready.”
“That sounds great.” Angelina didn’t make a move to get up. He loathed letting her go and losing the connection.
It took all his self-control not to demand the answers to his question, or offer to help her shower, knowing he’d have her against the tile wall before she even got under the water. No, it would be much better and safer to wait until he had her in his kitchen, with clothes on.
They were still intimately connected, physically, and she was as much a part of him as his arms and legs. Now he only had to convince her he was playing for keeps.
Lorenzo twisted his body, rolling her under him, and claimed her mouth in a melting of lips, tongue, and teeth. He loved kissing her, could imagine doing it for the next sixty or seventy years, give or take a few.