Abigail had never had every inch of her body worshiped the way Lorenzo did it. Her only other lover had been Fred and the man had been too busy chasing every pair of female legs he saw to ever be an attentive and passionate lover to her.
Sex had always been a chore to please her partner and never something she could enjoy and lose her mind in like she was doing now.
She moaned and writhed with pleasure, and still the man had only just been using his mouth. A desperate need welled up inside of her and she was prepared to throw dignity to the wind and beg him to take her before she lost her mind completely.
As though reading her thoughts, Lorenzo suddenly stopped his sweet torture and moved his body up to capture her mouth with his own once again.
In the next heartbeat, he covered he
