Chapter 47
Lucia Lorenzo's POV
He called me the light of his life, therefore it's hard not to fall in love with him right now. Despite preaching about keeping his heart and not being able to love, he speaks in such a gentle way that it seems like it won't affect me.
He's had his hands all over my face and I can't get them off. Right now, I need his lips on me, and they are there.
I put my hands around his neck and gave him a kiss on the lips. He looks at me for a while before grabbing my hips and yanking me onto the railing.
"You're the most confusing man I've ever met," I whisper between my teeth.
"You've been confusing me since we were children, little wolf," he replied. He takes off my robe, leaving me in my panties.
"Fucking perfection," he says in a hoarse voice. I feel a stinging ache and little bruises from his mouth striking my neck.
I stutter, "Someone's going to see us," without much assurance.
"They can go fuck off; it's our goddamn house."
I try to think about the people and what they may say if they saw us, but common sense escapes me as his tongue savors my neck. My excitement builds with every violent bite and lick he leaves behind. Blaine is severe and sensual in his approach to making love, and he gives off an air of harshness and malice in every exchange.
"Lucia, what's your preference? Swift and rugged or gradual and profound?" Though he breathes the words onto my lips, he already knows the answer.
I growl, "Rough and fast."
He grabs a fistful of my hair in his fist and reaches up to the top of my head. I feel a tremendous tug and look into his eyes, which are so promising that I receive a zing all the way down to my clitoral area staring into his eyes.
He takes my mouth and plants a savage, unrepentant kiss on it. It's only a desire, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to get over my intense craving for this man, which almost killed me.
He takes down my jeans and saturates his fingers in my sweat. I can feel his middle and index fingers stretching me as he begins softly. His tongue follows his fingers as it moves within my mouth.
I can feel his tongue moving more, and he is pumping his fingers in and out of me more quickly. I mutter to myself, desperate as I am.
"You want my cock, don't you, baby?"
"Yes," I answered. I have erased from my mind everything that does not involve obtaining my release.
He steps back and reaches behind his neck to pull off his shirt. He then removes his pants to expose his cock. I watch as his hand grips his length and pumps it gently. It's a captivating view, and I can't get him out of my system.
"Are you going to stand there, or are you going to do something about this?" I spread my legs wide open, revealing my most intimate part to him. I separated my lips and used my middle and index fingers to uncover my swollen clitoral area. I flick it slightly, using the rail behind me as leverage to bring my hips up even higher. Blaine watches me carefully press both my fingers into myself, heat in his eyes. I groaned quietly and continued to press my fingers into my vagina.
It's a bold step, but I know myself and my goals. I know Blaine likes it too because he doesn't spend any more time and his eyes darken. He immediately thrusts into me so hard that I scream against his mouth while his mouth is on mine.
I can feel my ass getting bruised from the strain of his fucking me up against the railing. One hand comes up behind me to support me, and the other goes forward. He turns the front of my bra and tosses it behind him, as if its very existence bothers him.
He's naked by now, and I'm in my undone silk robe. His hands slide over to my back, and he holds both of my cheeks. He maintains his rhythmic thrusts and hoists me off the railing.
I wrap my legs around his waist and give each thrust he makes back with one of my own. He becomes more and more sluggish till his movements are just mine. I stare at him in confusion, my hips still moving.
"Come on now sweetheart, use my dick like the slut you are and make yourself come."
My body heats up to the point where I can feel the moisture trickle down my leg every time I hear him talk. It's really hard to ride him in a way with no surface to support me. We're standing there with me surrounded by him.
I raise myself to the very tip of his penis, then lower myself again. I sigh as I feel him fill me full. Honestly, I'm so close to the edge that I just need a little bit more. Blaine gives me hand support as I continue to move as my hips rise and fall.
My beat quickens as I sense my release approaching. I'm dying to have an orgasm, but it's not happening.
"Blaine," I sulk. It's a request, and I am becoming angrier already.
"What do you need, Lucia?"
"You."
That is all that is required. He holds my ass in his hands and pulls me off his dick for a little moment. He rubs his head over my clit. I sigh contentedly, knowing that I'll follow if he continues. He rubs me once, twice, and then buries himself inside of me.
"Yes!" I sigh.
Nothing separates us from one another. I can feel every last inch of his long dick inside of me. I get chills when I have an orgasm. I've never had one this long, and I'm crying because it's such a beautiful feeling.
"Lucia, you feel so good," Blaine murmured. He leaves me and then comes back in. After my climax, I developed sensitivity and started crying whenever he re-entered me.
My nipples are pressed up against his chest and I've gone limp in his arms. My orgasm has left me so exhausted that I'm unable to move my hips at all. While Blaine continues to grind on me, I give him pepper kisses on his neck.
The sound of his balls hitting my skin is so loud I start to fear that someone is going to notice.
He grips my behind harder, and I have no doubt that tomorrow will remind me of this conversation.
"You're going to come again, aren't you, Lucia?"
All I can say in response is a muted grunt.
"Fuck, I can feel your pussy gripping my cock so tightly," he yells.
His thrusts are becoming more noticeable, and my moans are growing louder.
"Why can't I ever get enough of you?" Blaine growls.
I let out another scream, experiencing another physical explosion.
"Fuck!" Blaine screams.
He releases inside of me with one more stroke. That's when I lost my balance and fell into his arms. He pulls out of me gently, lowering us both to the floor. Even though we're a sweaty, sticky mess, this is perfect.
When we both look up, the stunning night sky greets us. Our hearts are racing, and I'm positive that someone saw us have sex, but right now I feel happier than I've ever been.