Page 24 of Do-Over with my Ex
“Turn around,” he commanded, and I did as he asked. I wanted to fight him, but I was so ready for him to take me again, and I stood on hands and knees on the mattress.
Lorenzo gripped my hips and pushed into me again, and I had to bite back not to cry out loudly.
He pumped into me from behind, a power piston as his balls slapped against my pussy, and my breasts swung wildly back and forth.
Lorenzo curled his large body over me, cupping my breast for just a moment, but then he pushed his hand between my legs instead. His fingers found my clit, and he roughly rubbed it while he fucked me.
“You do it,” he said after a moment.
I gasped in response.
Lorenzo took my hand from where I leaned on it and pushed it between my legs, showing me what he wanted me to do. I found my clit with my fingers, and he encouraged me to rub myself, his finger pressing down on mine for a second until I had a rhythm.
He let go of me and gripped my hips again, and pumped into me as if his life depended on it. I rubbed my clit, and the combination brought me to my second orgasm in no time.
I collapsed my chest to the bed as the pleasure erupted inside me, spreading through my body like a wildfire.
Lorenzo only pounded into me harder, and it was the best fucking sex I’d had since… well, since we’d done this at the hotel after the wedding.
Damn it, Lorenzo would forever be my undoing.
Lorenzo pulled out, and I collapsed on the bed, trying to recover from the intensity of my orgasm. He climbed on the bed, and I rolled over and crawled up to the pillows. I lay down, and he rolled onto me.
Before I could even think about taking over, Lorenzo pushed into me again, positioned between my legs.
He kissed me, buried inside me, and I trembled and shivered around him. He stroked his fingers down my cheek, his eyes filled with warmth that made me uncomfortable. He looked like he really cared about me.
“Lorenzo,” I started, but he brushed his thumb along my lower lip to stop me from saying more.
“Don’t,” he said. “Not now.”
He slowly slid out of me and pushed back in, and I gasped. Slowly, sensually, Lorenzo stroked in and out of me, and the sensation was incredible. His slowness made me ache for more, building an orgasm but so achingly slowly, I trembled and shivered with my need for a release.
Lorenzo took the time to study my face as if he was committing it to memory, running his fingers through my hair.
“Do you remember the first time we did it?” he asked softly.
I swallowed hard and nodded.
“We were in the cottage in your dad’s place—”
“I live there, now—”
“And you were so demanding, I don’t think you were worried about getting caught.”
“What was he going to do if he caught us?”
Lorenzo chuckled, and with his chest pressed against mine, I felt the rumble of his laugh through my body.
“I don’t know what he would have done. He could never control you.”
“No one can.”
Lorenzo ran a finger down the line of my nose.
“No. No one should.”
He kissed me again and picked up his pace. He slid in and out of me harder and faster, and we gasped and moaned together as Lorenzo pounded into me faster and faster. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and Lorenzo dropped his head next to mine as he focused all his energy on fucking me.