TAKE CONTROL
A few days later, in the afternoon, you found yourself in the library again, seeking refuge in the quiet and solitude. The vast room, filled with towering bookshelves, cast long shadows across the floor as the sun set. Dust motes floated lazily in the air, illuminated by the fading light filtering through the tall, narrow windows. The faint smell of old parchment and leather-bound books hung in the air, mingling with the quiet whispers of students scattered among the stacks. The atmosphere was heavy with the weight of centuries of knowledge, the kind that seemed to seep into your bones as you wandered through the aisles.
You hoped to find some clarity among the stacks of books, away from the ever-watchful eyes of the Slytherin boys who had been making your life difficult lately. Their presence in the common rooms and corridors had become almost unbearable, their sneering faces and sly comments a constant reminder of your outsider status. Here, at least, in the musty old library, you could be alone with your thoughts, away from the judgmental gazes and whispered insults.
You were engrossed in a tome on ancient magic, the text dense with archaic language and faded illustrations that seemed to pulse with a life of their own, when a shadow fell across the page. The interruption pulled you out of your reverie, and you blinked up in surprise.
Looking up, you saw Lorenzo standing there, his lean frame casting a dark silhouette against the dimly lit aisle. His robes hung elegantly from his shoulders, and his hair was slightly tousled as if he had just run his fingers through it. His eyes were dark and deep, like pools of ink, and they seemed to glint with an unreadable emotion. A small, knowing smile played on his lips as he watched you, a look that made your heart skip a beat.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, but didn't wait for a response. He slid into the seat across from you with a casual confidence that made your pulse quicken. The soft creak of the wooden chair echoed in the stillness, emphasizing the silence between you. You could feel his gaze on you, piercing and intense, as if he could see right through you, stripping away all your defenses.
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. "What do you want, Lorenzo?" you managed to ask, trying to keep your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach. You tried to focus on the words in your book, but his presence was overpowering, filling the small space between you with an energy that was both thrilling and terrifying.
Lorenzo leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made you squirm in your seat. His breath was warm, and you could feel it on your skin as he spoke, his voice low and velvety. "Just checking in on you," he murmured, his tone laced with a hint of mock concern. "You've been a bit distant to me lately. I thought maybe you'd forgotten about me."
You glanced away, focusing on a random page in your book, though you couldn't read a single word. "I've just been busy with schoolwork," you replied, hoping he couldn't hear the shakiness in your voice. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, your body betraying you as his gaze bore into you, unrelenting and intense.
He reached across the table, his fingers lightly brushing against the back of your hand. The touch was brief, almost fleeting, but it sent a jolt of electricity up your arm and a shiver down your spine. "I'm here—for you, you know," he said, his tone suggestive. "You don't have to be distant. In fact, I'd prefer it if you weren't. I know what you did with the others. I thought you and me... we would be different."
You quickly pulled your hand back, placing it firmly in your lap. "I'm fine, really," you insisted, though even you weren't convinced. Your voice sounded thin and unsure, even to your own ears. The way Lorenzo was looking at you made it hard to think straight, his dark eyes drawing you in, making you feel as though you were falling into a bottomless void.
Lorenzo's smile widened, a hint of something darker flashing in his eyes. "Remember, you're one of us now," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. "The others may not be as nice as me. They want to use you. I'm telling you to use me. Do you realize what I'm trying to suggest?"
Your breath hitched at his words, the insinuation clear. There was something dangerously alluring about the way he spoke, a magnetic pull you couldn't quite resist. "Lorenzo...," you began, your voice trailing off as you struggled to find the right words. His presence was overwhelming, his gaze searing into you, making your heart race and your palms sweat.
He leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Meet me at the Astronomy Tower tonight, at midnight," he whispered, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below your ear. "I know you can be a good toy for the others… but for me; I want to see you take control."
A rush of heat surged through you at his words, your cheeks flushing as his meaning sank in. The thought of meeting him there, alone, sent a thrill of excitement mixed with a tinge of fear down your spine.
"Lorenzo, I...," you stammered, your heart hammering against your ribcage. You bit your lip, your mind racing with possibilities, the rational part of your brain screaming at you to say no, to walk away, but there was another part, a deeper, more primal part, that wanted to know what it would be like to lose control with him.
He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze unwavering, filled with a smoldering intensity that made your knees weak. "Say yes," he urged softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Say you'll meet me."
You took a deep breath, your resolve crumbling under his piercing stare. "Yes," you finally breathed out, almost in disbelief at your own response. "I'll meet you."
Lorenzo's smile turned predatory, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Good," he said, leaning back in his chair, clearly pleased. "I promise you won't regret it."
As he stood up and walked away, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The idea of what might happen at the Astronomy Tower tonight made your heart race and your skin tingle with a strange, forbidden excitement. You knew there was no turning back now; you had made your choice, and whatever awaited you in the dark, secluded tower would be something you would never forget.
That night, you could hardly concentrate on anything. The words on your textbook blurred as your mind kept drifting back to Lorenzo and his invitation. The Astronomy Tower. Midnight. His voice, low and seductive, echoed in your ears, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks just thinking about it, your body responding to the excitement of what was to come.
As the clock crept closer to midnight, you slipped out of your dormitory, careful not to make a sound. The castle was eerily quiet at this hour, the only noise being the soft rustle of your robes against the stone floor and the distant hooting of an owl. Your heart raced with every step, a mix of excitement and fear pulsing through your veins.
The corridors seemed to stretch on forever, the moonlight casting long shadows that danced across the walls. You couldn't help but feel a thrill at the secrecy of it all, the forbidden nature of your late-night rendezvous. Every creak of the floorboards and flicker of torchlight heightened your senses, making you hyper-aware of your surroundings.
Finally, you reached the staircase that led up to the Astronomy Tower. The spiral steps wound upwards, disappearing into darkness. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you began the ascent, your footsteps light and cautious. With every step, the anticipation built, your thoughts a chaotic swirl of desire and nervousness.
As you approached the top, you saw a faint light glowing from the doorway. Your heart leaped in your chest. He was already there, waiting for you. You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before stepping into the dimly lit room. The Astronomy Tower was deserted, the large windows revealing a breathtaking view of the starry night sky. The room was bathed in a silvery glow, the moonlight casting an ethereal light on the stone walls and the floor beneath.
Lorenzo was standing by the window, silhouetted against the night sky. His posture was relaxed, but there was a tension in the air that made your skin prickle. The windows framed the constellations like a grand painting, each star twinkling against the velvety blackness of the sky. A faint breeze drifted through the open window, rustling the curtains and sending a shiver through you.
As you stepped into the room, he turned to face you, his lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. The soft light from the moon made his features look sharper, more defined. His eyes, darker than ever, seemed to pierce through the dimness, locking onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse race.
"You came," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. He took a step closer, his eyes dark with intent as they roamed over your form.
You nodded, your throat suddenly dry. "I did," you whispered, unable to tear your gaze away from him.
Lorenzo closed the distance between you in two swift strides, his presence overwhelming in the quiet room. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. The touch was soft, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you, making your breath hitch.
"I knew you would," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. His hand slid down, tracing the line of your jaw before coming to rest on the back of your neck. "You're curious about me. About this," he continued, his eyes locked onto yours, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just below your ear.
You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening under his touch. "Lorenzo, what are we doing here?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of him—musky and intoxicating—filling your senses.
He leaned in, his lips ghosting over your ear as he spoke. "You're here to explore," he said, his breath warm against your skin. "For you to use me. To feel things you've never felt before."
His words sent a rush of heat through you, your body reacting to the promise in his voice. You felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, your skin tingling.
"What do you want, Lorenzo?" you asked, your voice firmer this time. You tilted your head slightly, giving him a challenging look.
Lorenzo's eyes darkened, his lips parting slightly as he took a deep breath. "I want you to take control," he confessed, his voice husky with desire. "I want to be yours, to do whatever you say."
You arched an eyebrow, feeling a surge of confidence at his admission. "Is that so?" you teased, your fingers brushing against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch. "And if I told you to get on your knees right now, would you?"
A shiver ran through him at your words, and he nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I would."
You smiled, stepping back slightly, giving him room to move. "Then do it," you commanded softly, your eyes narrowing slightly as you watched him.
Without hesitation, Lorenzo dropped to his knees, his eyes still locked onto yours. His hands rested on his thighs, his posture submissive as he looked up at you, waiting for your next command.
You stepped closer, your fingers tangling in his hair as you tilted his head back slightly, forcing him to look up at you. "Good boy," you murmured, your voice soft but commanding. "I want you to remember this moment, Lorenzo. Remember how it feels to submit to me."
He nodded, his breath hitching as your fingers tightened in his hair. "I will," he promised, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation.
"Good," you replied, releasing your hold on him and stepping back. "Now stand up. I guess we have much to explore tonight."
Lorenzo obeyed, rising to his feet, his eyes never leaving yours. The air between you crackled with tension, the promise of what was to come hanging heavy in the air. The Astronomy Tower, with its secluded, intimate atmosphere, seemed to close in around you, the the walls echoing the unspoken words between you.
As you took his hand and led him towards the window, the stars outside seemed to burn brighter, their light reflecting in his eyes as he looked at you with a mix of desire and reverence.
The cold stone floor beneath your feet sent a shiver up your spine, but the anticipation and the heat radiating from Lorenzo's body kept you warm. The room was vast, with old telescopes positioned near the windows and ancient charts of the stars and planets scattered across the tables. The moonlight streamed through the windows, casting silvery beams across the room, highlighting the dust motes that floated in the air, giving the entire space a dreamlike quality.
As you reached the window, you turned to face him, your back against the stone sill. You could see the reflection of the night sky in his dark eyes, the stars twinkling like tiny jewels. Lorenzo's breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he waited for your next move. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles were coiled, ready to respond to your every command.
"Lorenzo," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper, yet it cut through the silence like a knife. "I want you to tell me what you're feeling right now. No holding back."
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "I... I feel nervous," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. "But also... excited. I've never... done anything like this before, but I've always wanted it."
You reached up, cupping his face in your hand, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. "Good," you murmured, your eyes locking onto his. "I want you to remember every moment of this. I want you to trust me, and to give yourself to me completely."
Lorenzo nodded, his eyes wide and filled with anticipation. "I trust you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I want to be yours so badly."
A slow smile spread across your lips at his words. You could feel the power shift between you, the way he was looking at you with such raw vulnerability, it sent a thrill of excitement through your body. "Take off your robe," you instructed, your voice firm and commanding.
He hesitated for just a moment, his eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation. When he found none, he reached up and began to unbutton his robe, his fingers trembling slightly. He shrugged it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap around his feet. He stood before you in just his shirt and trousers, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
You took a step closer, your fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch. "So good," you murmured, your voice low and sultry. "Now, turn around and face the window."
Lorenzo obeyed without question, turning to face the window, his hands resting on the stone sill. The moonlight bathed him in a soft glow, highlighting the tension in his shoulders, the way his muscles rippled under his skin. You could see his reflection in the glass, his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted as he awaited your next command.
You stepped up behind him, pressing your body against his, your hands sliding around his waist to rest on his abdomen. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way he shivered at your touch. "Do you like this?" you whispered in his ear, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin.
"Yes," he breathed, his voice barely more than a sigh. "I like it."
You smiled, your hands moving lower, teasing the waistband of his trousers. "Do you want more?" you asked, your voice a seductive purr.
"Yes, please," he begged, his head falling back against your shoulder, exposing the long line of his neck.
Your lips curled into a wicked smile as you pressed a soft kiss to his neck, your hands deftly undoing the button of his trousers. "Good," you murmured, your voice thick with desire. "Because I'm going to give you everything you want and more."
You pushed his trousers down over his hips, letting them pool around his ankles. He stood there, half-naked and vulnerable, his eyes still closed as he leaned back against you, his breathing ragged and uneven. The moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a silvery glow on his skin, making him look almost ethereal.
You took a step back, letting your hands trail down his back, feeling the way his muscles tensed under your touch. "Stay there," you commanded softly, your voice firm but gentle.
Lorenzo nodded, his hands gripping the stone sill tightly as he tried to control his breathing. You could see the tension in his body, the way his shoulders were drawn up, his back arched slightly. You knew he was on edge, his body humming with anticipation.
You reached up, taking hold of his shirt and slowly pulling it over his head, exposing the smooth expanse of his back. You let your hands roam freely over his skin, feeling the heat radiating off him, the way his muscles twitched under your touch. "You're so tense," you murmured, your fingers pressing into his shoulders, kneading the tight knots of muscle.
He let out a soft moan, his head falling forward as he relaxed into your touch. "That feels good," he admitted, his voice muffled by the window.
"Mhm," you replied, your hands moving lower, tracing the curve of his spine. "I want you to feel good, Lorenzo. I want you to enjoy this."
"I am," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "I really never... felt like this before."
You smiled, your hands moving to his waist, pulling him back against you. "That's because you've never let yourself go before," you whispered in his ear, your lips brushing against his skin. "You've never trusted someone enough to give them control. But now you do. You trust me, don't you?"
"Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I trust you."
"Good," you murmured, your hands sliding around to his front, teasing the waistband of his underwear. "Because I want to take you somewhere you've never been before. And you're going to love every second of it."
He shivered at your words, his breath hitching in his throat as your fingers dipped below the waistband of his underwear. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles were coiled, ready to spring. But he stayed still, obedient, waiting for your next move.
You smiled, your fingers tracing a slow path down his abdomen, teasing the sensitive skin. "Do you want me to stop?" you asked, your voice a soft purr.
"No," he gasped, his head falling back against your shoulder. "Please, don't stop."
You chuckled softly, your fingers dipping lower, brushing against the hard length of him. "Good boy," you murmured, your voice thick with desire.
"I'm going to make you feel so good, Lorenzo. Just trust me."
He nodded, his eyes closed as he leaned back against you, his breathing ragged and uneven. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his body was trembling with anticipation. You knew he was on the edge, ready to fall over at any moment.
You pressed a soft kiss to his neck, your fingers curling around him, giving him a gentle squeeze. He let out a soft moan, his head falling forward as his body relaxed into your touch. You could feel the tension draining out of him, the way his muscles were loosening under your hands.
"That's it," you murmured, your fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes. "Just let go, Lorenzo. Let yourself feel."
He let out a soft whimper, his body arching into your touch as you continued to stroke him, your movements slow and steady. You could feel the heat building between you, the way his body was responding to your touch, the way his breathing was becoming more ragged with each passing moment.
"You're doing so well," you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear. "I'm so proud of you."
He let out a soft moan, his hands gripping the stone sill tightly as he tried to control himself. You could see the tension in his body, the way his shoulders were drawn up, his back arched slightly. You knew he was on the edge, his body humming with anticipation.
"Do you want to come?" you asked, your voice a soft whisper in his ear.
"Yes," he gasped, his head falling back against your shoulder. "Please, I need to..."
You smiled, your fingers moving faster, your grip tightening around him. "Not yet," you commanded softly, your voice firm but gentle.
The moonlight continued to cast its ethereal glow through the Astronomy Tower's large windows, illuminating the contours of both your bodies in soft, silvery light. The night outside was calm, the stars shining brightly against the inky sky, but inside, the air was charged with a lingering tension, a magnetic pull that neither of you could ignore.
You gently shifted, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Lorenzo's neck, feeling the slight shiver that ran through him at the contact. "Lorenzo," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. "Are you ready for more?"
He nodded slowly, his eyes still closed, his lips parted as he let out a soft sigh of contentment. "Yes," he murmured, his voice still husky with the aftershocks of his release. "I want more."
You smiled, pleased with his eagerness, and gently turned him around to face you. His eyes fluttered open, dark and full of need, and you could see the trust and desire swirling in their depths. He was ready to give himself to you completely, to let you take him wherever you wanted.
"Good," you said softly, your hand moving to cup his cheek, your thumb gently stroking his skin. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
You guided him backward until his legs bumped against one of the old wooden tables near the window. The ancient star charts and telescopes were scattered across its surface, but there was enough space for what you had in mind. You pushed gently on his chest, urging him to sit on the edge of the table. He obeyed without hesitation, his eyes never leaving yours as he settled himself, his legs dangling off the side.
You stood between his legs, your hands moving to his thighs, gently parting them so you could step closer. His breathing hitched as you leaned in, your lips brushing against his, teasing him with the promise of a kiss. "I want you to feel everything," you murmured against his lips, your hands sliding up his thighs, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. "Every touch, every caress... I want you to remember this night forever."
He swallowed hard, his hands gripping the edge of the table as he nodded. "I will," he promised, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I'll never forget this."
You smiled, pleased with his response, and finally closed the distance between you, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. He melted into you, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed you back with equal fervor.
Your hands slid up his sides, your fingers tracing the lines of his ribs, feeling the way his body responded to your touch.
As the kiss deepened, you could feel his arousal growing, pressing against your thigh through the thin fabric of his underwear. You pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss just enough to look into his eyes, your lips curling into a mischievous smile. "You're so eager," you teased, your hand moving to cup him through the fabric, giving him a gentle squeeze. "Do you want me that badly, Lorenzo?"
He let out a soft moan, his head falling back as his eyes fluttered closed. "Yes," he admitted, his voice thick with desire.
"I want you... so much."
You chuckled softly, pleased with his response, and leaned in to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "Then I'm going to give you exactly what you want," you promised, your lips moving to his ear, your breath warm against his skin. "But you have to be patient. Do you understand?"
He nodded, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he tried to control himself. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'll be patient."
"Good," you murmured, your hands moving to the waistband of his underwear, slowly sliding them down over his hips, exposing him to the cool air of the tower. He shivered slightly, but you could see the anticipation in his eyes, the way his body was practically vibrating with need.
You stepped back slightly, taking a moment to admire him, to take in the way the moonlight bathed his skin in a soft glow, the way his chest rose and tell with each breath. He was beautiful, and he was yours, and you couldn't wait to make him feel everything you had promised.
Slowly, you reached out, your hand wrapping around him, giving him a gentle squeeze. He let out a soft moan, his hips bucking slightly as he leaned back on his hands, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the sensation. "That's it," you murmured, your voice low and soothing. "Just relax and let me take care of you."
You began to move your hand slowly, your fingers sliding up and down his length, your touch firm but gentle. He let out a soft whimper, his head falling back as his body arched into your touch, his hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. "Fuck," he gasped, his voice trembling. "That feels... so good."
You smiled, your other hand moving to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his lips. "I know it does," you murmured, your voice thick with desire. "But I want to hear you say it. I want to hear how good it feels."
He swallowed hard, his eyes opening to meet yours, his pupils blown wide with desire. "It feels... amazing," he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. "You make me feel... so good."
You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, your hand never stopping its slow, steady rhythm. "Good," you murmured against his lips. "I know."
You continued to stroke him, your movements slow and deliberate, your eyes locked onto his, watching the way his expression changed with every touch. You could see the pleasure building in his eyes, the way his body was responding to your touch, the way his breathing was becoming more ragged with each passing moment.
"Do you want more?" you asked softly, your voice a low purr.
"Yes," he breathed, his head falling back as his eyes fluttered closed. "Please... I need more."
You smiled, pleased with his response, and leaned in to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "Tell me what you want," you murmured, your lips moving to his ear. "Tell me how you want it."
"Fuck me slower," he gasped, his voice barely audible. "Please don't stop."
Your smile widened at his words, your heart swelling with pride and desire. "As you wish," you murmured, your hand slowing its movements, your grip tightening slightly as you began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
You could feel his body responding to your touch, the way his hips bucked slightly with each stroke, the way his breathing became more labored with each passing moment.
"That's it," you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear. "Just let go, Lorenzo. Let yourself feel."
He let out a choked moan, his head falling forward as his hands gripped the edge of the table tightly. You could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles were coiled, ready to spring.
You knew he was on the edge, his body humming with anticipation, and you wanted to make this last, to draw out every moment of pleasure for as long as possible.
"You're doing so well for me," you murmured, your voice soft and soothing. "I'm so proud of you."
He let out a soft whimper, his body arching into your touch as you continued to stroke him, your movements slow and steady. You could feel the heat building between you, the way his body was responding to your touch, the way his breathing was becoming more ragged with each passing moment.
"Do you want to come?" you asked, your voice a soft whisper in his ear.
"Yes," he gasped, his head falling back against your shoulder. "Please, I need to..."
You smiled, your fingers moving faster, your grip tightening around him. "Then do it," you commanded softly, your voice firm but gentle. "Come for me, Lorenzo."
He let out a choked cry, his body tensing as he came, his hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles turned white. You could feel the heat of him, the way his body was trembling with the force of his release, the way his breathing was ragged and uneven.
He let out a soft sigh, his head resting against your shoulder as he closed his eyes, his breathing slowly returning to normal. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "That was... incredible."
As the stillness of the night enveloped you both, you felt Lorenzo's breath beginning to steady against your shoulder. The glow from the moon cast soft shadows across his flushed skin, the fine sheen of sweat making him glisten in the dim light of the Astronomy Tower. The stars outside seemed to sparkle even brighter now, as if they were twinkling in approval of the forbidden moment shared between you.
You gently brushed a lock of his hair from his forehead, your fingertips trailing down to his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under your touch.
The corners of his lips curled into a small, satisfied smile, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours, still glazed with the remnants of his pleasure.
But you weren't done with him yet. You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear, and whispered, "We're not done yet, Lorenzo. Catch your breath," you said softly, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear, kissing it lightly. He shivered under your touch, a small moan escaping his lips as his body instinctively leaned into you, craving more. "I want to guide you through fucking me."
His eyes widened at your words, a mixture of surprise and excitement flickering in them. He swallowed hard, his breathing becoming heavier as he tried to steady himself, his hands gripping the edge of the table for support. "I... I'm ready," he stammered, his voice shaky with anticipation. "I want to do whatever you want, Y/N. I want to please you."
You smiled at his eagerness, feeling a surge of satisfaction at his willingness to give himself over to you completely. "Good," you murmured, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the way his pulse quickened under your touch. "Then let's make this even better."
With a gentle but firm push, you guided him off the table, your eyes locked onto his as you took a step back, creating a small distance between you. The cool stone floor pressed against your bare feet, grounding you in the moment as you began to slowly remove your remaining clothing, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a soft whisper. You could feel his gaze on you, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched you, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
"On your knees," you commanded softly, your voice steady and authoritative. "I want you to taste me first."
Lorenzo's breath hitched at your words, his eyes widening slightly in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands moving to your thighs, his touch tentative and reverent as he looked up at you, awaiting your next instruction.
"Good boy," you praised, your hand moving to tangle in his hair, gently pulling his head back to meet your gaze. "Now, make me feel good, Lorenzo."
He nodded eagerly, his eyes filled with determination as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against your inner thigh, his breath hot against your skin. You shivered at the contact, a soft moan escaping your lips as you felt his tongue flick out, tracing a line up your thigh, teasing you with his touch.
"Slowly," you instructed, your voice firm but encouraging. "Take your time. I want to enjoy every second of it."
He obeyed, his movements deliberate and unhurried as he continued to kiss and lick his way up your thigh, his hands gripping your hips for support. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, the soft brush of his lips sending shivers down your spine as he made his way closer to where you wanted him most.
When his mouth finally reached your core, he hesitated for a moment, looking up at you for permission. You nodded, giving him a gentle smile, your hand tightening in his hair as you guided him closer. "Go on, Lorenzo," you encouraged softly. "Make me feel good."
He didn't need to be told twice. His mouth descended on you, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes, exploring every inch of you with a reverence that sent sparks of pleasure racing through your body. You let out a soft moan, your head falling back as your fingers tightened in his hair, guiding his movements, urging him to go deeper, to take you higher.
"That's it," you gasped, your voice breathy and filled with need. "Just like that. You're doing so well."
Lorenzo moaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your center. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer as he buried his face deeper, his tongue moving with more urgency, more intensity as he worked to bring you to the edge.
"Fuck, Lorenzo," you breathed, your hand tightening in his hair, pulling him closer as you felt the pleasure building inside you, threatening to spill over. "Don't stop. I'm so close."
He responded with a low, throaty moan, his tongue flicking against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure crashing over you. You let out a cry of ecstasy, your body tensing as you came, your legs trembling as the orgasm ripped through you, leaving you breathless and shaking.
You held onto him, your fingers tangled in his hair as you rode out the waves of pleasure, your breathing ragged and uneven. When the intensity finally began to subside, you gently pushed him back, looking down at him with a satisfied smile.
"Good job," you praised softly, your hand moving to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his swollen lips. "You did so well, Lorenzo."
He looked up at you, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of pride and desire, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I just want to make you happy."
You smiled, your heart swelling at his words. "You are," you assured him, your fingers gently stroking his cheek. "But we're not done yet."
With a firm grip on his shoulders, you guided him to his feet, your eyes locked onto his as you stepped back, creating a small distance between you once again.
The moonlight illuminated the room, casting long shadows on the stone walls, giving the space an intimate, almost otherworldly feel.
You turned, placing your hands on the edge of the table, bending over slightly as you looked back at him over your shoulder, your eyes dark with desire.
"Now," you commanded, your voice steady and authoritative. "I want you to fuck me, Lorenzo. And I want you to do it slowly."
He swallowed hard, his eyes widening at your words, but he nodded, his hands moving to grip your hips as he positioned himself behind you. You could feel the heat of him against your skin, the anticipation building between you as he lined himself up, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Are you ready?" he asked softly, his voice filled with a mix of nerves and excitement.
You nodded, your body already aching for him, your core pulsing with need.
"Yes," you whispered, your voice breathy and filled with anticipation. "Now, do as I say." He nodded again, his hands tightening on your hips as he began to push inside you, slowly, inch by inch, his movements deliberate and controlled. You let out a soft moan, your head falling back as you felt him filling you, stretching you, the sensation almost too much to bear.
"Fuck me," you murmured, your voice a soft command. "I know you can do so well for me... just don't stop."
He let out a low groan, his hips moving with a slow, steady rhythm, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he did as you instructed, taking his time, drawing out every moment of pleasure. You could feel every inch of him inside you, the way his cock stretched and filled you, the way his movements sent waves of pleasure racing through your body.
"That's it," you gasped, your hands gripping the edge of the table for support as you pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with your own. "Just like that, Lorenzo. Keep going."
He let out a choked moan, his body trembling with the effort to keep his movements slow and controlled, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want to make you feel good," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I want to make you come again."
You let out a soft moan, your body arching into his touch as you felt the pleasure building inside you, the tension coiling in your belly, ready to snap. "You will," you promised, your voice breathy and filled with need. "Just keep doing what you're doing."
He nodded, his hands moving to grip your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continued to thrust into you, his movements slow and deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You could feel the heat building between you, the way his body was responding to yours, the way his cock was pulsing inside you, driving you closer to the edge with each slow, deliberate thrust.
"Fuck, Lorenzo," you gasped, your head falling back as your body tensed, the pleasure overwhelming you. "I'm so close. Don't stop."
He let out a low growl, his hips moving faster, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic as he lost himself in the sensation, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he drove into you, his breath coming in harsh pants.
"Come," he pleaded, his voice rough with need. "Please, Y/N. I need you to come."
You let out a choked cry, your body tensing as the orgasm ripped through you, your legs trembling uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and shaking. Each pulse of ecstasy coursed through your veins, your senses heightened to the point where every touch, every breath felt electric. You gripped the edge of the table with a desperate intensity, your knuckles white as you rode out the powerful surges of pleasure, your body convulsing around him, drawing him deeper, pulling him closer.
"Fuck, yes," you gasped, your voice breathy and filled with raw ecstasy. "Just like that. Don't stop." Your words came out as a plea, your mind awash with sensation, barely able to form coherent thoughts as you felt him moving inside you, hitting just the right spot with each thrust.
Lorenzo let out a low, guttural groan, his hands tightening on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate as he chased his own release. His breath was hot against your neck, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control, to prolong the intense pleasure for just a moment longer.
"Y/N, I'm gonna—" he gasped, his voice choked with need, his whole body quaking with the effort to hold back. The tension in his muscles was palpable, every inch of him vibrating with the need to let go, to lose himself in the release that he knew was inevitable.
"Do it," you commanded, your voice firm and authoritative, cutting through the haze of pleasure that surrounded you both. "Come for me, Lorenzo. Right now." Your words were both an order and a plea, a demand that he give in to the pleasure, that he let go completely.
He let out a strangled cry, his body seizing as he came, his cock pulsing inside you as he spilled into you, filling you with a heat that seemed to burn through your veins. His hands gripped your waist tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he rode out his release, his breath coming in harsh, uneven pants against your neck. You could feel the intensity of his orgasm in every shudder of his body, every gasp of breath, his release triggering another wave of pleasure to ripple through your own body, leaving you both trembling and spent.
You held onto the table, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, your breath ragged and uneven as you felt him collapse against you, his body spent, his chest heaving with each labored breath. His weight pressed against your back, a comforting, grounding presence in the aftermath of such intense pleasure.
"Good boy," you praised softly, your hand moving to gently stroke his hair, your fingers brushing through the damp strands. "You're making me very happy, Lorenzo. Very happy indeed." Your voice was soft, almost tender, the words a soothing balm after the storm of sensation that had just swept through both of you.
As Lorenzo caught his breath, his chest heaving against your back, you felt his body slowly begin to relax. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as if he never wanted to let you go. His forehead rested against your shoulder, his breath warm and steady against your skin. You stood together in the dimly lit room, the quiet of the night enveloping you both in a cocoon of intimacy. The glow of the moon cast long shadows on the stone walls, creating a serene and almost magical atmosphere, as if the stars themselves were holding their breath, watching you both unfold.
The silence between you was filled with a comfortable warmth, a sense of shared closeness that words could never quite capture. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back, his heartbeat slowing as he came down from the high of his orgasm, his breathing becoming more even, more steady. You gently turned around to face him, your hands moving to cup his cheeks. His eyes were half-closed, still glazed with the remnants of his pleasure, and a satisfied smile played at the corners of his lips. You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering there for a moment before pulling back to look into his eyes.
"Lorenzo," you murmured, your voice soft but commanding. "I want more." The words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning, charged with the promise of what was to come.
His eyes widened slightly at your words, his breath catching in his throat. You could see the flicker of anticipation and desire reigniting in his dark gaze, and he nodded slowly, his lips parting as he tried to steady his breathing. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with a mix of eagerness and submission.
A slow smile spread across your lips as you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. "Listen," you whispered into his ear, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin as you kissed it lightly. "I want you to watch me."
You felt him shiver at your words, a soft moan escaping his lips as he leaned into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as if grounding himself in the moment. "Yes," he breathed, his voice trembling with anticipation. "I want to please you, Y/N. I want to make you feel good."
You smirked at his eagerness, feeling a surge of satisfaction at his willingness to surrender himself completely to you. "Good," you murmured, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the way his pulse quickened under your touch. "Then let's make this even better."
You guided him toward one of the tall windows, the moonlight streaming in through the glass, bathing the room in a soft, silvery glow. The ancient stone beneath your feet was cool to the touch, grounding you in the present moment as you positioned him in front of the window, the vast expanse of the night sky stretching out behind him.
"Turn around," you commanded softly, your voice steady and authoritative. "I want you to watch."
Lorenzo nodded, obeying without hesitation. He turned to face the window, his hands resting on the stone sill as he looked out at the stars. You could see his reflection in the glass, his eyes wide with anticipation, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
You pressed your body against his back, your hands sliding around his waist to rest on his abdomen. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the way his body was coiled with anticipation, waiting for your next move. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Do you like this, Lorenzo?"
"Yes," he breathed, his voice barely more than a sigh. "I like it."
You smiled, your hands moving lower, teasing the waistband of his underwear. "Do you want more?" you asked, your voice a seductive purr.
"Yes, please," he begged, his head falling back against your shoulder, exposing the long line of his neck.
Your lips curled into a wicked smile as you pressed a soft kiss to his neck, your hands deftly sliding down. You could feel him shiver slightly, his breath hitching in his throat as he leaned back against you, his body practically vibrating with need.
"Good," you murmured, your hands moving to his waist, pulling him back against you. "Because I'm enjoying this a lot."
You turned him around to face you, your hands moving to his shoulders as you guided him down onto his knees. His eyes never left yours, filled with a mix of desire and submission as he looked up at you, waiting for your next command.
"You're going to watch me now," you instructed, your voice firm but gentle. "And you're going to do exactly as I say."
He nodded eagerly, his hands resting on his thighs as he watched you with rapt attention. You took a step back, creating a small distance between you two. You could feel his gaze on you, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched you, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
As you stood before him, fully exposed to the moonlight, you could see the admiration and longing in his eyes, the way his gaze roamed over your body, drinking in every detail. You felt a surge of power at the way he looked at you, knowing that he was completely at your mercy, willing to do whatever you asked of him.
"Now," you commanded softly, your voice steady and authoritative. "I want you to touch yourself while you watch me."
Lorenzo's eyes widened slightly at your words, but he obeyed without question. His hand moved to his cock, wrapping around it as he began to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate. You could see the way his body responded to his touch, the way his breath hitched in his throat, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched you.
You smiled, pleased with his obedience, and leaned back against the stone wall, your hands moving to your own body, tracing the curves of your breasts, teasing your nipples with your fingertips. You let out a soft moan, your eyes closing as you lost yourself in the sensation, knowing that Lorenzo was watching your every move, his gaze filled with desire.
"Do you like watching me, Lorenzo?" you asked, your voice a soft purr as you opened your eyes to look at him.
"Yes," he breathed, his hand moving faster on his cock as he watched you, his eyes dark with need. "I love it."
"Good," you murmured, your fingers moving lower, teasing your clit with slow, deliberate strokes. "Then keep watching. And don't stop until I say so."
He nodded, his gaze never leaving yours as he continued to stroke himself, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate as he watched you, his breath coming in harsh pants.
You could feel the heat building between you, the way his body was responding to yours, the way his eyes were darkening with lust as he watched you touch yourself. You knew he was close, his body practically vibrating with need, and you wanted to push him over the edge, to make him lose control. "Do you want to come, Lorenzo?" you asked, your voice a soft whisper in the dimly lit room.
"Yes," he gasped, his head falling back as his hand moved faster on his cock, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. "Please..."
You smiled, your fingers moving faster on your clit, your breath coming in short gasps as you felt the pleasure building inside you, threatening to spill over.
"You're adorable," you commanded, your voice firm and authoritative. "So obedient. Come for me. Right now."
He let out a strangled cry, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing in his hand as he spilled onto the floor, his eyes squeezed shut as he rode out his release, his breath coming in harsh, uneven pants. His body shook with the intensity of his orgasm, his muscles taut as if he were trying to hold onto the last vestiges of control.
You continued to touch yourself, your movements becoming more frantic as you chased your own release, your body arching against the stone wall as you came, a soft moan escaping your lips as the pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and shaking. Your legs felt weak, your entire body trembling as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, your mind blank except for the overwhelming sensation of bliss.
As the waves of pleasure began to subside, you opened your eyes to find Lorenzo still on his knees before you, his chest heaving with each labored breath, his eyes dark and filled with a mix of satisfaction and longing. His gaze was intense, his expression one of awe and devotion as he looked up at you, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath.
"Such a good boy," you praised softly, your hand moving to gently stroke his cheek, your fingers brushing through his damp hair. "You did so well for me." Your voice was soothing, your touch gentle as you reassured him, letting him know that he had pleased you.
He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and desire, his lips curling into a small, satisfied smile. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I just want to make you happy."
You smiled down at him, your heart swelling with affection. "You are, Lorenzo," you said softly, your hand cupping his cheek as you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "You make me very happy."