Page 59 of Believe in Me


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“You think this’ll be enough food for you and your sisters?” Lorenzo asked, as we stood in his kitchen facing the counter.

With wide eyes, I nodded. “Five different kinds of finger sandwiches, meatballs, fruit and veggie trays, assorted cheeses, crackers, and you had your mother bake two cakes and a pie? Yeah, I think that’s enough, Zo. More than enough considering we usually just have popcorn and wine when we get together.” I stretched up on my toes and kissed him. “Thanks, baby.”

He smiled, then gave me this preoccupied look. “There’s wine, too. Red, white, like three bottles of each, and—”

“Zo, everything’s perfect.”

He peered down at me. “You sure? I mean, this is your family. I want everything to be right.”

I wrapped my arms around him, locking my eyes with his, and said, “Baby, I’m hosting girls’ night in a mansion, your mansion, with a ton of food, a theater at our disposal, enough wine to intoxicate an elephant, and there are seven bathrooms. Seven. That bathroom count alone is going to impress my sisters. So, you’re good, and for the record, the only person you need to impress is me, and you do that every single day.”

He smiled, slipping his arm around me as he kissed me while easing his hand down my back to squeeze my butt. I giggled as I stepped out of his embrace and headed to the foyer, peeping through one if the thin windows that flanked the front door to see if either of my sisters had arrived.

“You told Rell they were coming, right? He knows to let them in the gate?”

I felt the heat from Lorenzo’s body as he stepped up behind me. “Yeah, baby. I told him.” He moved my hair and kissed my neck, adding, “And they’re not even supposed to be here for another thirty minutes,” as he reached around and squeezed my right breast.

“I know. I’m just excited to see them. Last time, it was just me and Angie. I’ve missed Nicky’s loony ass.”

He slid his hand down the front of my body to my jeans, fumbling with the button for a second before saying, “Unbutton those for me.”

“What are you doing?”

“What you think I’m doing?”

“Now?”

“You know of a better time?”

“Yeah, later.”

“You turning me down?”

Before I could answer, he’d spun me around and was devouring my mouth, which served to weaken me a little. But when he took my hand and placed it on his erection, well, my lady parts instantly morphed into a water park complete with wading pools and slides and rides and lazy rivers and splash pads. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor right there in the foyer, my jeans and panties abandoned as I eagerly straddled Lorenzo’s face, what he had often told me was one of his favorite positions. I shuddered at the sensation of his tongue against my clit, loved the moans he released as if pleasing me truly pleased him, too. I grinded against his mouth, throwing my head back as I hummed his name.

It didn’t take long for me to climax, and the orgasm was so intense that all I could do was slide off his face and lie on the floor next to him, my chest heaving as I tried to recover. I closed my eyes and placed a hand on my chest, feeling my heart race under my blouse as Lorenzo opened my rubbery legs and slid his shaft inside me. I opened my eyes as he closed his and groaned loudly, thrusting urgently, fiercely, deeply. He felt achingly good, the kind of good I wanted to last forever.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close as he captured my mouth, hungrily consuming it as he continued to bury himself deep inside of me, then moved his mouth so that it pressed against mine as his breathing grew ragged. He caressed my cheek as he stared into my eyes. Then his brow furrowed as he thrusted one final time before roaring my name.

We were getting redressed when one pair of car lights, then another, shone through the windows, illuminating the entryway.

Lorenzo kissed my cheek and began walking away.

“Where you going?” I asked.

“To get some air freshener. Smells like someone’s been having sex in here.”

*****

We were in the kitchen, loading our plates with food, when Nicky said, “Damn! You made all this, Nay?”

“No, Lorenzo did.”

She stuck a toothpick in a meatball, and said, “Wow! All these hors d’oeuvres…”

I rolled my eyes.

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