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Clarissa laughed and turned her cell phone off, looking down at the garden, hoping to see Lorenzo, but he wasn’t there.She frowned and turned toward the door, only to find Lorenzo there.
“Did everything go okay with the gardener?”she asked.
“Yeah, it did.Hopefully, spring or summer, you might find the surprise I have in store for you.”
“Spring or summer?”she asked.
“Yeah, I don’t know when they pop up, but you’ll see them.”He stepped into the room, and he wasn’t wearing a jacket.
She closed the distance between them and stood right in front of him, only she lost her nerve about touching him at the last minute.This happened all the time.
Lorenzo was the one to reach out, put a hand on her hip, and tug her in close.The moment she was within touching distance, she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him.
“One day, you will touch me first,” he said.
“I look forward to it.”She couldn’t help but chuckle, and then he kissed her, and she lost all sense of thought, as that kiss made her toes curl.
It started out slow, as Lorenzo got her used to the feel of his lips.Not that it was taking too long for her to love his kisses, she loved being close to him.
“I was thinking, are you ready to take it up a level?”he asked.
Her curiosity piqued.“Take it up a level?”
He nodded.“Do you trust me?”
She was so used to hesitating that even now she did, just for a second, and she saw the fleeting disappointment in his gaze.
“I trust you,” she said.
And it was like it brought life back to his gaze as he gripped the back of her neck, and this time his kiss was rough.Clarissa loved it, and she melted against him, feeling a tightness within her body.She wanted his hands on her.
She did trust him.They were building that trust, and other than his cold words back at that party, he had done nothing to warrant her not trusting him.
He let go of the back of her neck and ran his hands down her body, going toward her hips and then back again.At first, she didn’t even realize he was pulling her shirt off over her head, but they broke the kiss long enough for that to happen.
She immediately went to cover herself, but he captured her hands, stopping her from doing so.“I don’t want you to hide from me,” he said.
She didn’t fight him and instead looked into his eyes.It was only broken when he pulled his shirt over his head and took a step back.
Once it was gone, his hands went to her sides, and he moved them toward the button of her skirt.He slid it down, and thankfully, she had installed it properly, so there was no jerking of the zip in an attempt to loosen it.This was a relief.
He shoved her skirt down, so now she stood before him in a pair of tights, panties, and bra.It was cold out, but if she knew they were getting naked, she wouldn’t have worn the tights.The tights were clearly not a problem to him as he pushed them down her thighs with ease.When he got them around her ankles, she stepped out of them, and he tossed them to the side.They may look ugly, but they were super comfortable.
Lorenzo wrapped his fingers around her ankles and slowly started to bring them up her thighs, and then around the backs of her calves, drawing them up the outside of her legs again.He moved all the way up until he got to her panties, and he gripped the edge of them.Clarissa couldn’t help but hold her breath as he grabbed them and slowly started to peel them down her thighs.Her heart raced.She struggled to think.
All she cared about was what her body was feeling.She closed her eyes, and once the panties fell past her ankles, she stepped out of them.This was the most he’d ever touched her.Her body felt like it was aflame.
Opening her eyes, he stood before her and put his hands on her shoulders, turning her away from him.She felt the tips of his fingers at her bra, and he flicked it open.Seconds later, her bra was gone.At first, he didn’t touch her.She stood still, not knowing what to do.Then, his hands went to her waist, and he turned her slowly toward him.
She didn’t feel fear, but there was an edge of excitement as she looked at him.In that moment, since they had gotten married, she actually desired him.She had never felt this way before, and she didn’t want him to stop.
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This was not aboutany fucking deal or stupid agreement between their parents.Lorenzo couldn’t give a fuck about any of them.He and Clarissa were married.They were together, and he fucked up big time.He didn’t know what the fuck to do with a virgin, and he assumed all the books and movies he’d seen, which were not a lot, were overexaggerating.When he lost his virginity, it didn’t hurt.It might have been a little humiliating, but that was par for the course.It was part of his father’s training.A man wasn’t a man until he had sex.
Women were paid to fuck him.His father wanted him to learn to become a man quickly, so this wasn’t exactly easy for him.He didn’t want Clarissa to fear sex.He also didn’t want her to believe it would only be good if she laid still and did nothing.Sex was good for both parties.He wanted her to desire him, to yearn for him.
Removing the last of his clothes, so he now stood before her naked, he pulled her close, so there was barely a breath between them.
