Ashley was in cloud nine.
Her legs spread wide, wild, giving Lorenzo full access. He kissed her navel and trailed down to her clit, fingering her hard. She screamed, her body trembling with every stroke. He experimented—different fingers, different angles—until he found the one that made her scream the loudest, thrash the hardest, curse without shame. And that's where he focused.
Her body had forgotten what real pleasure felt like. Now it was being reminded—again and again. It was like rising from the dead and being handed your favorite sin on a silver platter. Moans, groans, cries, curses—chaotic music filled the room.
Butterflies swarmed in her belly. Her walls clenched, deliciously tight as she neared her climax.
Lorenzo saw it, how close she was. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, and something unexplainable lit up her entire body, sending her toes curling.
