I move closer, reaching out and smoothing my hand onto the back of her neck. I pull her close and feel the pressure of her body against mine.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “You could say that.”
“But I’m never going to do that,” I tell her. “You can rely on me, always. From now on, it’s Lorenzo and Lena, got it?”
She giggles. “Okay, Mr. Serious,” she says. “Yeah, I get it. But, Lorenzo, can I be honest with you? I want to tell you something, but I don’t want to sound like a slut.”
“A slut?” I mutter, confusion heavy in the question. “Lena, we’re together forever. With me, you can explore your body and your desire in any way you want. You can be honest. You never have to worry about things like that when we’re together.”
A smile spreads across her face and then she tilts her head to the side, nervous in a way that makes me want to possess her forever, to grow and change with her, to charge bravely into the world and become a solid unit together.
“I’ve been dreaming about that orgasm,” she giggles. “I know it’s silly. But it was just so amazing for me. I’ve never experienced anything like that before and … Hey, what’re you doing? Oh, God, that feels good.”
I slide my hand up her bare thigh, feeling her skin as goosebumps prickle and rise on her flesh. A vivid red flush spreads across her cheeks and down her chest.
“You shouldn’t have told me that,” I growl. “I might be civilized and Machiavellian when it comes to business, but I’m a fucking savage when it comes to you, Lena. I need to feel those juices again. And, fucking hell, I still haven’t seen your perfect milky breasts.”
I pull apart the loop that holds her robe together, the fabric brushing to the side to reveal the delicious mounds of her breasts. They bounce amazingly, big handfuls I can really sink my hands into.
My manhood is almost bursting with my seed as I stare at her, the head engorging like a snake getting ready to shoot its venom.
I smooth my hand over her nipple, squeezing it softly between my thumb and forefinger.
“Just imagine milk oozing out of here,” I growl. “Will you let me taste it, Lena?”
“Only if you’re good,” she whispers, voice catching as I slide a hand between her legs and into the scrumptious folds of her pussy. I can trace the chord of her pleasure as it pulsates through her body, causing her to twitch and moan. “Oh, Lorenzo, do you think you could rub me like that?”
“I love how confident you’re becoming,” I growl, grinding my palm against the smeared wetness of her pussy.
“Not quite confident,” she moans, shifting her hips back and forth as her eyes roll, almost back into her head. “But with you, Lorenzo, I’ll try.”
“Tell me how you want it,” I growl, putting more pressure into my hand, grinding her lips so that her juices start flowing.
But the torrent is yet to come.
I massage her breasts at the same time, kneading handfuls of bountiful and beautiful flesh. Her plus size voluptuous perfection drives hammers of rock hard desire into my massive cock.
“Faster,” she cries. “As fast as you can. Really rub it.”
The blush in her face and neck deepens and spreads further, but she pushes past her embarrassment to add her agency to our lustful union.
I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking her flesh as I smear her pussy juices faster and faster up and down her lips.
“Ah, ah,” she cries, bucking against me. She tilts her hips, angling for more pleasure. The sassiness with which she chases my hand just makes me all the harder. “I’m so … Oh, yes, fuck!”
I lean back and watch as she clamps her thighs around my hand and reaches down to grab my wrist, her eyelids fluttering as her pussy explodes in searing hot warmth.
She squirts all over my hand and the liquid coats my fingers, slick and warm.
“I got a bit carried away there,” she whispers, leaning back against the sink. She tosses her hair and wrings her hands, as though unsure of what to do with herself. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Never apologize for that,” I growl. “Now let me look at those tits when they’re nice and shiny with your orgiastic juices.”
I rub her squirting release all over her like oil, watching as her nipples go hard and her life giving breasts shimmer in the bathroom's crystal sconce lights.
Just as I’m about to lean down to suck them clean, my cell phone buzzes, just like I knew it would.
Fuck.
I’ll have to wait until tomorrow, for our date.
But I’m not waiting any longer.
“Your hymen is mine tomorrow evening,” I growl. “I’m taking every inch of you. There’s nothing on this fucking planet that could stop me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I want that too. So badly.”
“I can send you a stylist for our date, if you like,” I say. “If I had my way, I’d have you how you are now. Natural. No makeup. Just one hundred percent Lena. Your curves and your essence.”
“My essence?” she giggles, jabbing me in the side. “Now I know you’re really trying to get into my pants. Thank you, Lorenzo. This all still feels like a crazy dream, but a stylist would be just frickin’ awesome. I’ve never had anything like that before and it would mean a lot to me to feel beautiful.”
I lean close and brush my lips against hers, kissing her briefly because any more would have me losing control.
“You are beautiful,” I tell her. “Inside and out. And don’t ever let anybody tell you different. You’re my queen and you deserve
