"You are here." He doesn't look away from me and seems to understand where I was going. I lie down on his body, the force his hands impose on me is fragile enough to keep me in control.
He kisses me, but without the earlier demand, only with offering.
"You're not going to get hurt." Lorenzo pauses. "You're going to want it more and more." His hand takes mine, leading it to the almost nonexistent space between our bodies. "It will never be to cause pain."
My hand palms his p***s, hard as stone. I feel the texture of the fabric and the heat of that region. His hand over mine makes me caress it, recognize it, while I pant.
"You're afraid of what you don't know," he says, pulling me away, and lays me down on the bed while he takes off the only piece of clothing he's wearing.
I see his c**
