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"you're too cocky." lenora & lorenzo

There’s a part of me that worries about this from time to time. About things with me and Len, I mean. Because sure, we have an amazing connection. She’s the first girl I’ve been connected to since I had Kinsey, and no lie, things with her are epic. Every time we’re together, it’s a good time in itself and I’ve never been shy about admitting I want more. The only problem is, up until recently, she really didn’t seem to be interested in the same thing.

It’s a miracle that she’s changed her mind, I’ll admit that. A girl like that doesn’t change her mind often, and with me, somehow she did.

So yeah, I’ll admit that being with her has upped my confidence. It’s inevitable, really. Only a few weeks ago, I couldn’t convince her to stay the night with me, and now I’m coming out of my room to see her standing clad in lingerie making me breakfast. Damn, it’s hot as hell — and I’m pretty sure it’s the best view I’ve ever seen. Sure, I haven’t done half as much traveling as I would’ve liked, but I’m pretty damn sure that it’s the best fucking view imaginable. My hands clench, wanting to slap against her ass that’s practically taunting me from across the room.

I let out an audible whistle as I step into the room, a smirk tugging at my lips. “Too cocky?” My laughter deepens as I step towards her, tugging my black v-neck over my chest. “I want to remind you, darling,” I remark, moving to clutch at the coffeepot. I touch the countertop just inches from her lithe frame, and I let out a smooth laugh. “You were begging for me last night, in this spot,” my finger presses gently to the counter, just in front of her, and I step behind her, her breath audibly hitching as my cock presses to her ass. “Right here,” I finish, kissing her neck softly. “You were begging me to take you, babe— over and over. Doesn’t sound cocky if you ask me.”