I’ll fuck you right here and let the rain wash the rest of him off you.
“Yes.”
His hands are already on me before the word leaves my mouth.
One slides through my soaking hair, gripping the roots, and he kisses me so hard I taste rain on his lips.The scorching pressure of his mouth presses down through my chest, a burning heat radiating through my stomach and beyond, as if a hot iron has been branded onto my very core.I push into it and give it straight back.
My hand is on his throat, his skin slick, cold and warm all at once, and he groans against my lips.
His mouth breaks from mine and moves to my throat, shifting down the column of my neck, rainwater and skin, and bites at the base of it, teeth pressing in and holding.I tip my head back against the weight of his hand in my hair as his tongue traces the mark he just made.
His other hand pushes the soaked straps of my dress clean off my shoulders, and his mouth follows, open and hungry along my collarbone.I sense his control slipping as his lips grow less patient.His hand lets go of my hair and shoves the hem of my dress up my thighs, palms scorching against cold, wet skin.I can’t help myself.I’m so turned on that I roll my hips forward slowly, detect his hard cock, and what I do to him.
Lorenzo’s forehead drops to my shoulder.His breath is ragged against my skin, and his hands on my thighs have gone completely still.He suppresses a ripple through his chest, and I fucking love every second of it.Lorenzo, who controls every room he walks into, every conversation, every outcome, undone by the roll of my hips in the rain.So I do it again.
“You’re fucking killing me, Bella,” he says, the words coming out rough, pressed against my shoulder, then his hands glide between my thighs, and he pushes my underwear to one side.
The second his fingers find me, I stop breathing entirely.Two fingers move inside me in slow deep strokes, his thumb finding my clit.His mouth is back at my throat.
The sound he makes against my skin is feral.
“Fuck, Bella.”His lips press to my neck, my jaw, the words hot against my wet skin.He says my name like he is tasting it.
His fingers move deeper, his thumb pressing harder, and my hips roll forward, chasing it.“You’re fucking soaked for me.”
“It’s the rain,” I say.
“That’s not rain, Bella.”His mouth comes to my ear, the tone of his voice dropping.“That’s how much you want me.”
His thumb skims my clit and my whole body pulls tight.I press my face into his shoulder, close my eyes, and let the sensation take me—the deep, rolling pressure of his fingers, the precise, maddening work of his thumb, the rain on my back, and his heat everywhere else.
A low moan rumbles in my chest, escaping like a breath I can’t hold, as every nerve ending I possess seems to alight on the spot where his hand moves against me.
He pulls me closer causing his fingers to delve deeper.
I move against his hand and take control, rolling my hips to the rhythm that drives the pressure higher.The moans leave me.
“Look at me,” he says.
I lift my head and see his eyes are dark, rain running in rivulets down every line of his face and dripping from his jaw.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him.
“Stop?”He says almost amused.“What would you do if I stopped right now, Bella?”His fingers go entirely still.I make a sound of outrage and roll my hips, trying to recreate the friction he is withholding.
His fingers thrust deep and curl, causing me to cry out.
“That’s what I thought,” he says, as he starts to move again, harder this time.I grab his wet shirt and hold on.
His mouth is at my ear.“You have the most perfect pussy I’ve ever touched in my life.You know that?The way you feel around my fingers right now—” He curls them again and I moan loudly into his neck.“That sound.That’s fucking mine.Every single sound you make from now on is mine.”
His thumb circles faster and the pressure climbs sharp and fast.“You own every fucking part of me.You understand that?Every fucking part.”
The pressure peaks.
It’s fast, and I don’t try to muffle it as his fingers work through every second without mercy.
His spare hand dives into my hair again, and he pulls my head back, fully exposing my throat.His eyes drop to it for a moment, with an expression that is purely predatory, before they come back to mine.