Lorenzo's POV I fist my cock in my hand, running my fingers up and down on it and watching Celestine's writhing, moaning form on the bed. "Sweetie, I'm nowhere near done with you."Walking over to the table where the bag is on, I reach into the bag and take out the pack of condoms I brought, opening it up and taking out one. I drop the pack onto the table and walk back to the bed with the condom in my hand.Tearing into it, I bring out the condom, throwing the wrap aside and rolling the condom onto my achingly hard cock.I climb over Celestine, caging her between my knees. With one hand lifting her hip up, I use the other to guide my cock into her pussy, inch by inch until I'm inside her to the hilt with her pussy squeezing the life out of me.I don't know if it's because of the butt plug in her ass but her pussy feels so fucking tight that it's almost painful.Breathing through my opened mouth to rein in some self-control, I slide out of her pussy slowly and slam back into her. Self
Celestine's POV I follow Lorenzo as he walks into the kitchen. I stop in my track as I see Like seated at the counter table with a plate of spaghetti in front of him.I had completely forgotten about him. I start sweating over the fact that he might have heard us in Lorenzo's room.He raises his head from his plate at the sound of our footsteps, a fork full of spaghetti paused halfway to his opened mouth.He drops the fork back on his plate. "Good evening. You guys finally came out." He points to the microwave behind him. "I kept some food in there for you two. I figured you guys would eventually need some sustainment from all those vigorous activities."Our eyes meet and he smirks at me, a knowing look in his eyes. He definitely heard us and he's not even bothering to hide it.Damn. That's embarrassing."I have to go call Eve," I announce. Between the fucking and catching up with Lorenzo, I had forgotten to call Eve and inform her of how things were over here. I'm even surprised tha
Next day.Celestine's POV "Place your hands behind your head."Obeying Lorenzo's command, I fold my hands behind my head, using them as a pillow to rest my head on."Raise your left knee a bit."I follow through. "Ok. Perfect." I hear the sound of papers ruffling but don't turn around to see what he's doing because I'm afraid he may just bite my head off if I move an inch from this spot."Now, you just have to stay like that for the next two hours."I don't complain because I knew what I was in for when I asked Lorenzo to draw a full-length drawing of me. With clothes on. The soft music playing in the room is our only form of entertainment as Lorenzo draws me.There's been something I've been meaning to ask him for a while now. "Lorenzo," I call out."Yes?" The sound of a pencil scribbling on paper stops and the volume of the music is lowered. "What is it?""Why are you studying entrepreneurship? Why not art?" Drawing has been Lorenzo's passion for as long as I have known him. It
Celestine's POV "Where did you keep the condoms?" I ask, standing up from the floor."It's in the top drawer." Came his hurried answer.Lorenzo kicks off his shorts and briefs around his ankle while I head over to the drawer and come back with a condom in my hand.I tear open the condom and quickly roll it onto his cock. Next, I'm straddling him on the chair and sliding down onto his cock. Thank God for skirts. We both moan as I sink down slowly onto his cock, inch by sweet inch. Lorenzo grabs my ass cheeks in his palm and assists me in sliding up and down on his cock. It's a difficult position to maneuver on a chair that can barely contain one person but somehow we manage. And soon, I'm riding his cock in sweet abundance. "Lift your hands," Lorenzo says in a hoarse voice. I follow his order and he slides my shirt off my body. Then unclipped my bra at the back and slides it off my arms. Sinking my nails into Lorenzo's shoulders, I use them as an anchor to ride his cock. Lorenzo
Lorenzo's POV "Lorenzo." Celestine slips her hand out of mine and sits up on the bed. "I need to tell you something."I perk up, worried at the tone of her voice. She sounds really serious. "What's it about?"She leans her back on the bed rest, her fingers twirling the ring on her index fingers. Her eyes water and a tear rolls down her cheek. "I'm sorry."It feels like a thousand needles are been pierced into my eyes as I watch more tears roll down her cheeks. "What's wrong?" I reach over and cup her cheeks, using my thumb to wipe the tears that keep falling. "What are you sorry about?" She hasn't don't anything that would warrant her shedding this many tears. Or is she planning to leave me again? Is that what she's sorry for?She looks into my eyes with her tears filled own. "Please, believe me when I say I didn't mean for it to happen."Ok. Now, I'm starting to get scared. Her tears are starting to make me terrified. I lift her and place her on my lap, wrapping my hands around her
Lorenzo's POV Why is she asking for my forgiveness and begging me not to leave her?I turn around and Celestine lets go of me. Her face is red and her chest is heaving heavily with how hard she's crying. "Please, forgive me."I grab her upper arm and pull her off the floor despite her resistance. "Why are you asking for my forgiveness?" My brain is having a hard time catching up with everything that has been said in the past ten minutes but I don't remember anything that would make her get on her knees and beg for my forgiveness. "Because I lost the baby," she says softly. "The baby died because of me."My heart clenches. "You weren't the cause of your miscarriage. It wasn't your fault." "But...it happened because I was drinking and didn't take care of myself." Her arms tremble in my hold.Is that what she has been telling herself all these years? That it was her fault the baby didn't make it? "You didn't know you were pregnant," I say in a low and firm voice so every word in that
Celestine's POV.It's happening. What I was scared of happening if I told Lorenzo about the baby is unfolding right in front of my very eyes.Lorenzo doesn't want me anymore. He's leaving me. "So what if we don't get the trust fund? So what if he tells my mother about us?" I'm starting to get angry. Back at the beach house, Lorenzo was the one who kept bringing up the idea of us leaving everything behind and eloping. So, why is he saying this now? "You said you would choose me over the trust fund," I remind him of the words he said to me when I first came here.He grabs his hair. "And I still would.""So, what's the problem? Why do you want to end us?" Why should we end this if he doesn't care about the trust fund and I don't give a damn about my mother finding out?"Because-" He pulls harder on his hair. "Because it's not enough. I'm not enough," he whispers. How did we get here? How did we go from talking about my miscarriage to Lorenzo standing in front of me and telling me that
Next day.Celestine's POVI'm seated in the car with Lorenzo. The duffel bag I brought along with me is shoved into the back seat. We are headed to the airport right now. My three days with Lorenzo are over and now we have to go back to reality and our classes which we have been blowing off.Ugh! I so don't want to go back to that school."What's with that heavy sigh?" Lorenzo glances sideways at me then looks back at the road."I don't want to go back," I grumble, folding my arms and putting a frown on my face. He chuckles. One hand comes off the steering wheel and he interlocks our fingers together. "I don't want you to go too, but you have to. So put on your big girl pants and stop being a big baby about it." I reach over and twist his nipple since he's been an ass."Ouch." He lets go of my hand to rub his bruised nipple. "What brought that on?""You were an ass," I say with a shoulder shrug and fold my hands across my chest in case he's thinking of retaliating.He doesn't retali