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I kiss Lorenzo hard, and right on the mouth. Our lips mash against each other, and I start to claim his mouth with my tongue.

As I melt against him, I pour it on. I rub my pebbled nipples against him, and I hear him growl. I next start to kiss his jaw, neck, and under his ears.

Slowly, I slide more fully onto his lap, and he is not holding me still this time. I can tell his body is taught, as if he is fighting something, or defending himself.

As I grind against his hardening cock, I have no idea, if I’m any good, or if the combination is a disaster.

As I slide a hand under his shirt, Lorenzo stands, and drops me on the sofa. I land in a pile panting and confused. “What the…?”

Lorenzo walks away, and I sigh and pull the blanket over me. I feel needy, and hungry. Lorenzo paces in the distance, and he rubs his hand around the back of his neck.

He looks disturbed for some reason. I then catch him mutter something, and it almost sounds likeforbidden.

I watch him from the sofa, and under the blanket. I must have messed up. Maybe my technique, is bad, and maybe just maybe, I should give up on guys, and sex.

The thing is, I only want him. No, I need him!

My panties are now drenched. I need him, right here and right fucking now!

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Being so turned on, just from making out, is insanity. There is no way we’ve been made for each other, in terms of sex.

Or have we?

The idea of two people being complete opposites, in terms of experience, while also being attracted to each other, like two magnets, shakes me up.

I try to deny the concept, because I can’t fully comprehend it. Opposites attract. Opposites attract. Opposites attract.

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I pace, and try to work out what to do.

All I know is, I’ve never felt this way around any woman. I also think about Storm when I am away, and I miss her when she is not close.

I feel protective over her, and it’s not jealousy. Well, not all. I want her sexually, but I want her, as if we should build something together.

I shake my head, and I inhale long and slow. I try to force myself to go downstairs, to have a cold shower, again. Tonight, I just can’t!

It’s partly because, of the electric energy before dinner, and this… It’s the best night I’veever had,and it’s justus.

It’s not some over the top dinner. Not some Caribbean super yacht vacation. Not some remote castle, with masses of staff. It is just us two.

Together.

Before I can work out what to do next, I feel soft fingers slip between mine. My hand likes it when she does that, and again it’s justso natural.

I look down at her, and she looks up. All pure, and uncomplicated. She flicks her head, and she smiles, as if drawing me back to the blanket.

That is all it takes, and now…

I am hers.

Storm walks us back to the sofa, and we sit calmly. She climbs under the blanket, and she tosses it over us both. As she leans into me, I reluctantly wrap a protective arm around her.

She smiles playful, and she talks low. “So, what next?”