Love, Lust And Lies | 18+ (REWRITING)

Chapter 17 ~ Mood Swings

Last night was amazing and I wouldn't change a single thing about it. But what was Lorenzo talking about? It was this that kept me wide awake last night as I tossed and turned in the darkness. Who knows what tomorrow would bring?

There was no point dwelling on something I probably wouldn't find any answers too. I would have to ask Lorenzo somehow.

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The sun streams through the curtains, as I rub the sleep from my eyes. Lorenzo stirs beside me as he too awakes from the movement.

"Morning bellisima." He says planting a kiss on my lips.

His husky morning voice makes me smile as I cup his face and kiss him back passionately. His hands roam all over my body, tracing my curves. My hair falls in front of my face as Lorenzo gently tucks it behind my ears and kisses the exposed skin of my neck.

He sucks my skin which has me moaning before he advances to my collarbone, leaving euphoric kisses all over. I'm sure he has left hickeys by this point.

He resumes kissing me asking for access, I don't give in as easily as he pinches my nipple through the thin sheets that are a tangled mess. I unintentionally moan, as if on cue his tongue becomes tangled with mine.

He pulls the sheets off of my bare body as I am left in all my glory, lustily licking his lips.

"All mine!" He growls.

He rubs his fingers over my pussy, torturing me as I raise my hips wanting him to pleasure me.

"Patience!" He warns sternly.

"Lorenzo!" I beg.

Rubbing my clit while increasing the pace, he sticks two fingers in me. The friction and force has me screaming his name as he works his magic. My walls instantly tighten around his fingers as he adds another finger. I am about to reach my climax as the familiar feeling takes over but we are interrupted by the ring of Lorenzo's phone.

"Motherfucker, you frickin cockblocker." I internally scream, rolling my eyes.

Lorenzo notices my annoyance as he answers the call smirking. What the fuck is he smirking about, someone kill me now!

I huff before going silent as I hear the same voice from yesterday. The thick, Italian accent would be hard to miss.

"Ti sei avvicinato di più?"
Translation: Did you get any closer?

As Lorenzo listens on the phone, he mouths to me, signalling he is going to let me finish.

While putting the phone on loud speaker, he pleasures me, increasing the momentum.

Italian flows from his mouth effortlessly as he listens to the man.

"No, non ancora. Prenderà del tempo." Lorenzo replies.
Translation: No, not yet. It will take some time.

"I'm going to come!" I half scream, half whisper.

"Come for me!"

And with that I climax, Lorenzo licks his fingers clean, smirking.

"Non abbiamo tempo. Sbrigati a risolvere questo pasticcio." The voice shouts back.
Translation: We don't have time. Hurry up and fix this mess.