By the time the final plate was served with the most scrumptious tiramisu she’d ever seen, Angel wasn’t sure she could fit another bite into her stomach.
Only one dish remained on the table, with two spoons carefully set beside it. A devilish gleam shone out of Lorenzo’s dark gaze. She licked her lips, wanting a taste of him. Her eyes zeroed in on his lips that jerked up into a naughty grin.
“Here, let me,” Lorenzo said. He grabbed one of the spoons and dipped it into the creamy surface of the dessert.
Two could play that game, she mused. She traced her mouth with the tip of her tongue, opened wide and, as the first taste hit her mouth, she moaned. His nostrils flared, but that was the only outward sign she saw. Another scoop was pressed to her lips, but, instead of opening, she used her tongue to lick the sweet treat. A growl from across the table brought her eyes up to see Lorenzo closing the small distance between them.
She smiled at the feral look on his handsome face. The silver spoon was clenched in one fist, and then, the next instant, he flung it on the table, jerking Angel up into his arms.
He fisted a hand in her hair. It thrilled her to see he was affected by their play. Her panties were so damp, her pussy throbbed for him. She wanted him to feel like she did. Out of control. Needy.
“What you do to me should be illegal, my Angel.”
She smirked. “It’s only fair. I only have to see you to want you.”
“God, I want you even when I don’t see you,” he groaned the words against her neck. He bent his head to her mouth, taking her in a drugging kiss that had her knees weakening.
The only things holding her up were his hand in her hair and the other locking her to him at the waist. His incredibly large erection pressed into her stomach, rubbing as he walked them backwards.
Her legs bumped the chaise lounge. Lorenzo picked her up, carefully laying her on top before covering her body with his. Angel delved her fingers into his hair, loving the texture of the thick strands. She inhaled, breathing in the unique scent of his musky cologne and Lorenzo’s own earthy scent.
His erection pressed against her thigh, throbbing with every beat of his heart. His lips covered her mouth, his hands reaching beneath her back to pull her harder against him.
The guttural noises he made from deep in his throat sent an electric current to her core, making her hunger for his possession.
She wanted to feel him skin to skin. His weight bore her into the soft bed as he nipped her lips, gave stinging kisses and then gentle sweeps of his tongue that teased her with a hint of hunger and love.
“Make love to me, Ren”
The tight strapless dress she wore was rucked up her hips. Lorenzo levered himself up and off to the side to trail a leisurely hand down her side, finding the hidden zip and tugging. He peeled her dress down, exposing her breasts to the cool night air and his heated gaze. The tips puckered, drawing his eyes.
She rubbed her legs together, trying to ease the ache only his possession could satiate.
“Ssh. Easy, Angel. I’ll get there.” Lorenzo bent to capture one hard tip in his heated mouth. She lifted her hips at the slight tug of her dress, wanting to rid them both of the fabric separating their bodies.
“Shoes,” Angel whispered.
“No. Leave the shoes. I want to feel them dig into my back as I fuck you.”
God, his words alone could make her come.
She unbuttoned Lorenzo’s shirt while he traced the outline of her panties.
“You’re so wet. Is that all for me?”
His beautifully wicked smile had more of her juices spilling to the already saturated folds.
“If you don’t do something…” Her words were cut off when Lorenzo gave a harsh tug to her final covering, rendering her matching thong to scraps.
One thick finger rubbed from the top of her slit to the bottom, before entering the heart of her. Thrust and retreat. He set up a slow torture, adding a second finger. He moved down her body, his stubble a sexy rasp on her soft skin.
She tensed as his fingers were replaced with his lips and tongue. His teeth nibbled at her heated flesh, suckling on the tiny nubbin. She sucked in a breath as one then two fingers plunged inside her clenching vagina, sending her over the edge. She came, screaming his name.
****
Lorenzo jumped from the bed and tossed his shirt to the side, uncaring where it landed. His belt and slacks were undone in haste, shoved down and kicked off along with his briefs.
An ache in his chest formed as he stared down at the woman who held his heart in her tiny hand. He stroked his shaft, saw her eyes darken with desire. “God, I love you,” he said.
He came back over Angel, clamping his mouth on hers. The feel of her hands running down his back had him tensing in anticipation. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d make a fool of himself. He levered away enough to test her readiness—she was slick with need.