Scandalous Arrangement

Chapter7

LORENZO

I was only meant to be teasing her. To watch her swallow her words—not this. Not trembling on top of her as though, if I wasn’t inside her in the next five seconds, I would die.

I pulled out of the kiss just to stare at her face again. She looked so good now, and I loved it. So vulnerable, and most of all, her mouth was closed. I leaned in to kiss her neck again. The scent of her skin was driving me mad. It was unbelievably soft. My hands rested on the tie of her robe. I wanted to undo it, to worship her body, to show her how nice she could have it if she just did as she was told.

The thought alone made me even harder. I hadn’t even touched her properly, yet my body was already a drumbeat of tension. My muscles were taut, my breath uneven. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.

She squirmed beneath me, her breath shivering against my cheek as one of my hands slid beneath her robe. My fingers found her breast and cupped it, my thumb brushing across her n****e in a slow, tantalizing circle. Those breasts—so often flaunted in the low necklines of her dresses—had tormented my imagination for a very, very long time. Now that I had them in my hands, the sight of them, the feel of them... I wanted to taste them, f**k them, knead them. More than that, I wanted to hear more of her moans—beautiful, erotic. I wanted to hear what she sounded like when she was so close...

As my fingers teased, my lips found hers, and her lips parted in a soft sigh, trembling against mine. Totally welcoming. Fully submissive. That sound made me ache even more.

Again, my mouth left hers and trailed down the delicate slope of her neck. I kissed down reverently until I reached the swell of her chest. With both hands, I pushed the loose robe aside, exposing her fully to my gaze.

She arched for me, and one arm went under her to hold her still as my mouth went around her left n****e.

“Oh, f**k. Please, please, please.”

Her cry was loud and desperate, a gasp torn from her throat. I sucked on that n****e with my tongue, my hand keeping her in place because she was squirming so much.

Her n*****s were so pink, so perfect in my mouth. They tasted incredible.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes... yes.”

I took the next n****e into my mouth, drawing out another broken moan from her lips. At the same time, my fingers slid down and found her p***y. I cupped it, using my thumb to brush slowly over the sensitive bud while sucking her n*****s harder.

“Lorenzo...” she screamed. “Please. Oh God. I’m going to come. Please... just... please f**k me already.”

The moment she said that, I stopped.

Her eyes flew open, her cheeks flushed pink, her gaze needy. I held my position, my finger still there, but I wasn’t moving.

“Why did you stop?” she asked, her voice trembling. Her hands clenched tighter against the sheet.

“I need to know that you want this. That I’m not forcing anything.”

She licked her lips.

“Damn you, Lorenzo. How can you... ask...”

I tried to remove my hand, but she held it there.

“I want it, okay.”

“Beg like a good girl,” I whispered, moving again. She was so wet for me, so f*****g amazing, so hot, so perfect, so beautiful. Her legs immediately tightened around my hand. Her eyes rolled back, her heart racing.

“Please, please, please. I’m going to be... good.”

She writhed beneath me as I went down on her n****e again, one finger inside her, and she was so f*****g tight. Christ, I wondered how my c**k would feel around her. I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning as my thumb slowly massaged that spot that drove her crazy until she grabbed my hair, holding me there.

“Please... there. Please, harder.”

Demanding little thing.

I gave her exactly what she wanted.

“I’m... yes...”

Her legs tightened around me, but I removed my other hand from around her waist and spread her legs farther apart. Soon, she was coming with a loud scream, her body jerking. I held her in place, continuing to rub her until she was completely spent.

I was so hard now, precum leaking from me. I was almost coming from her screams and the pleasure I’d given her, but what I wanted most was to be inside her.

But I pulled away, just slightly, and held her gaze.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, stunned. Her lips trembled. Her body still pressed toward me, still aching, still open.

“I won’t have unprotected s*x with you, Barbara. What if I spill inside you? Will you carry my child... when neither of us plans to marry? Or even see each other again?”

I watched her expression change.

“Don’t you have condoms, then?” she asked unashamedly. She licked her lips. “The arrangement is that we make love, right?”

I didn’t respond immediately. I watched her, taking in the fire in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks, the tremor in her voice. And when she said make love, something shifted inside me—not at once, but it did.

She hadn’t called it s*x. She’d called it lovemaking.