Clarissa’s POV
He ripped off my dress and I lay there naked before him.
His eyes feasted on me and my face was flushed with color.
“Clarissa, you look so beautiful. You are all mine. No one can have you the way I do.”
He lowered his head and his lips covered mine again. His hands wandered to my breasts and his fingers massaged my nipples.
I wanted to moan but all I could do was make muffled sounds. My body arched closer to him.
I wanted to feel him against me. My hands grabbed his shirt and tugged at it furiously. I wanted him to take it off, I wanted to feel his bare skin against mine.
His fingers massaged my clit even more, diving in and out of me and making slushing sounds as my juices covered his fingers.
“Lorenzo! Please!”
My breath was frantic and my eyes were rolling inside my head. I had never felt pleasure this intense and raw. We had been fucking each other for a long time but I had never felt this hungry for him.
He pulled his lips away from me and through my blurry vision, I could see him smirking as he looked at my dazed face.
“Don’t tell me you’ve had enough already. We haven’t even started, Clarissa. I’ll make sure that I fuck it into you. Only I own your body.”
I was trying to recuperate, regain my strength when I heard the sound of fabric ripping.
My eyes were wide open and I saw him standing before me without a shirt. My eyes fell to the ground and what was left of his shirt was littered on the floor.
“Lorenzo…”
He looked at me with a smug glint in his eyes as he began to unbuckle his trousers.
“Don’t act like you’re so concerned about the shirt. If I remember correctly, you were tugging on it violently just a few minutes ago.”
My face went red again and I was washed all over with silence. My eyes followed his hands as he undid the buttons on his trousers and zipped them down.
He pulled it down along with his boxers and I was left looking at him in all his glory.
His cock was hard and erect and I could see the juices dripping from the tip.
He grabbed it and stroked the entire length of it while he looked at me, biting his lower lip seductively.
“Just watching you makes me so hard, Clarissa.”
I was flushed again. My body was glued to the bed and my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. I couldn’t speak or move. All I could do was watch him approach me slowly while my body vibrated all over.
My skin became sensitive and even the breath from his mouth was enough to make me moan his name.
He was on top of me and I felt his brown eyes all over me. His hands massaged to my soft body gently and his tongue ran over his bottom lip.
“I can’t stress how beautiful you are, Clarissa.”
He took a deep breath and another naughty smile crossed his face.
“The smell of your arousal is so good. I can’t believe I’m craving you this much.”
I felt something hard and hot prod at my vulva. My body came alive. I knew very well what it was.
My body was soaked and I didn’t even have time to catch my breath before Lorenzo slammed into me.
“Ahhhhhhhnnn!”
I felt my body shake violently. I could barely take it.
His cock was hard and my body felt like it would collapse under him.
My screams filled the room. As hard as he was, I didn’t feel any pain.
I felt filled. I felt overwhelmed. I was greedy. I wanted more.
He gripped my hair hard and kissed me even harder.
My body was covered in sweat and all I could say was his name.
He became faster and harder. My eyes began to close slowly. It was too much. I was…
“Rissa! Rissa!”
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I woke up and looked around the room. It was quiet. I saw the bedclothes that were wrapped around me.
I turned to the side and saw Lorenzo lying down beside me. His hand was in my hair and was stroking it gently.
I was confused. What happened? First, we were having sex and the next thing I knew was that everything went black and here I was waking up to his soft and gentle touch.
“What happened?” I asked weakly.
I tried to sit up but Lorenzo pushed me back down into the bed gently and planted a tender kiss on my forehead.
“You need to rest. You blacked out while we were having sex. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have gone so hard on you. How are you feeling?”
I blacked out?
I was silenced. My thoughts were all hazy and the gentle feel of Lorenzo’s fingers running through my hair distracted me from actively thinking.
“I’m really sorry Rissa. I should have been gentler on you…”
“It’s not your fault, Lorenzo. It’s mine. I’ve starved myself for two days. I didn’t have enough energy. I shouldn’t have stayed so mad at you and I probably should have gotten some food into my tummy.”
He smiled softly at me and planted a kiss on my cheek.
“You are not to blame. I’ll go make you something to eat.”
He was about to stand up but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the bed.
Our eyes locked and I made faint whimpering sounds. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted to stay in bed with him.
“Clarissa?”
“Lorenzo, please don’t go. I still want you.”
He looked at me in disbelief and he took my hand softly.
“Clarissa, you are weak. I’ll get you something to eat and we can do it later…”
“No”
I pulled him close, into an embrace and buried my head in his shoulder. He smelled of my juices, sweat, and musky deodorant. It was a wonderful cocktail of scents.
“Please don’t go. I want you right now. I feel better now. Please.”
He was silent for a while and my heart was beating rapidly in my chest.
He wrapped his arms around me and pushed me to the bed. His voice was deep and husky.
“I still want you too…”