CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
Natasha nodded, going faster and harder until she shuddered in the water, screaming in expressive relaxation. At once, Lorenzo seized her by the hand, scooping up her out of the water.
"Natasha, I am going to fuck you now. Do you feel alright?"
"Yes."
He carried her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist. "You have been careless with your wound. You should wet it," he cautioned the now-soaked bandage on her chest.
"I don't care."
"Okay." With a hand, he pulled down his shorts, setting free his cock. At last, they were having this moment after a series of teasing each other. Lorenzo slowly began to plunge into her, mindful of her longtime confession that she was inexperienced.
She hissed and tensed, digging her nails into his shoulder out of discomfort from the foreign intrusion.
"Trust me," he grumbled, lowering her more and more.