“What did I do?”
“N…nothing… It’s okay, not your fault,” she panted.
“Bullshit.” He loomed over her.
The sharp jolt she felt from the bruise on her hip only hurt when pressed on. She should have thought of that. Now he was gazing at her like he’d killed her. All thoughts fled her brain as Lorenzo stripped the shorts off her.
Swear words flew from his mouth as he ranted in Spanish and English in equal measures. And then he did the sweetest thing. He dropped to his knees and kissed the ugly bruise, taking care not to press on the area.
She rubbed her legs together, trying to ease the completely different ache that hadn’t gone away. He was so close to where she needed him, if only he would shift his head and move up a bit. The wanton thoughts swirled in her head. Her hand came down, running through his long hair.
“Please,” she whispered, and then he was right where she wanted him.
The flimsy scrap of silk was no barrier. He simply tugged it down, throwing it to the side and delving between her legs like a starving man. His growl was one of the sexiest sounds, she had ever heard. He seemed as impatient to taste her, as she was for him. Her mouth watered at the thought of his dick sliding between her lips.
That same sound of impatience was torn from his throat, before he flung her right leg over the back of the couch and placed her other foot on the floor. The position had her almost in a complete spread-eagle. Thank God she was flexible. The supple leather beneath her bare ass warmed to her body, and her hands ached to touch him.
She watched, mesmerized, as he licked her from the top of her mound all the way down and back up, only to do it again. Three slow passes his tongue made, and each time he swirled the tip over her clit, only to abandon that tiny bit of nerves that begged for attention.
It was maddening, but it was a wonderful way to go.
The next pass of his extremely talented tongue had her squirming, until a broad finger entered her clenching passage. She released a pent-up breath, only to suck it in again as another finger was added. Panting, she was almost there, could feel the coiling low in her pelvis, signaling her oncoming orgasm.
A third finger began pressing inside her. She felt so full, but not full enough. His tongue became stiff against her clit, tracing around it and then lashing it. She felt a slight pressure at her ass, a little pinch that had her tensing. Surely he didn’t mean to…oh yes, but he did.
Angel prepared to tell him to stop. Was going to tell him there was no way on earth he would be putting anything in that hole, let alone his third leg, because, honestly, the man was just too friggin big to fit in that tiny, untried place. But she came to a stuttering halt as he wrapped his lips around that tiny nubbin and sucked. She bucked against his face and felt the muscles in her ass relax, giving way for his finger. It was too much. Like a live wire, she snapped, screaming his name and holding his head in place.
A kaleidoscope of colors burst behind her closed lids, and still the exquisite feelings continued to pulse through her. He continued to tongue her swollen tissues, humming around her clit. It was like he didn’t want to miss a drop of her fluids, and, damn, but that made her hungrier for a taste of him. She would just lie back until he was finished, and then she’d pounce.
He seemed to be satisfied, and sat back on his haunches with a feral gleam in his eye. With deliberate slowness, she pulled her leg off the back of the sofa and stretched, sitting up and crooking her finger at him.
Lorenzo closed the gap between them, sealing his mouth to hers. She could taste herself on his lips, making her want to do the same for him.
“My turn,” she said, and pushed at his shoulders. The gleam on his face turned absolutely wicked.
The grace he displayed as he stood and shucked his well-worn jeans, made her mouth water. The tight black boxer briefs couldn’t hide the rampant erection trying to break free. He teased her, tucking his thumbs in the sides and inching them down his hips in slow, measured increments. Oh boy, he wanted to play, did he?
Two could play that game.
She licked her lips and eyed his cock. She ran her palm over her breasts, tweaking each nipple, before allowing her hand to move south. With her lower lip between her teeth, she touched herself, her fingers dancing over the sensitive flesh and delving inside. She moaned at the aftershocks that still wracked her body.
The teasing light was gone and so was his final covering. She loved how he could rid himself, and her, of clothes in less than two minutes.
“Come here.” He sprawled on the couch with his legs spread and his dick in his hand with his T-shirt still on. He squeezed the hard flesh much firmer than she would have, but, if the groan that came out of his mouth was any indication, he really liked it.
“You appear to have it in hand,” she giggled.