The Middle-Aged Virgin_A Chick Lit, Romantic Comedy Novel_Newly Single And Seeking Spine-Tingles...

by Olivia Spring

He buried his head in me once again. Oh, yesss! Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he glided his tongue round and round like he was drawing circles, switching between clockwise, then anticlockwise rotations.

  I could not breathe.

  Lorenzo was devouring me like I was the most delicious dish he’d ever tasted. It was as if he’d been starved for months and had just been presented with his first meal. He listened to my moans of pleasure and the way my body reacted beneath him and instantly knew what was working for me and kept going. I could feel my clit enlarging with every stroke of his tongue.

  Unlike some men, who squirmed at the mere thought of going down on a woman or considered a quick peck there enough to satisfy you, Lorenzo was clearly an oral aficionado, approaching the task of pleasing me with gusto. I would have been delighted to have him continue all night, but he was turning me on so much that I had to have him either in my mouth or inside me. Immediately.

  ‘Lorenzo…’ He lifted his head up, and his mouth was wet with me all over him. ‘I want you.’

  I sat up a little and finished unbuckling his jeans. He stood up, pulled them off quickly, followed by his fitted black boxers to reveal an enormous erection.

  Divine.

  Just as I was about to lean forward, Lorenzo pushed me back down onto the bed and climbed on top.

  ‘I wanted to take you in my mouth,’ I said.

  ‘I know, and I would like that,’ he said as he slid his hand between my legs and then licked his fingers, ‘but Sophia, I have waited so long for this moment. The first time we tried, Grace came in. The second time, Erica disturbed us. We have had many delays, and it has been so many months since we have seen each other. I cannot wait any longer. I want to make love to you now.’

  There was no way I was going to refuse. My body was also crying out to have him. Every inch of him.

  He reached back down for his jeans, pulled a condom out of his wallet, then skilfully and speedily rolled it on. He’d clearly had a lot of practice.

  I opened my legs wide again and he positioned his between mine. As he entered me, I gasped for breath.

  At last!

  I’d thought this moment would never happen. And now that it was, I was going to enjoy every millisecond.

  I wasted no time in rocking my hips back and forth beneath him, mirroring his rhythm. Just as I’d hoped, Lorenzo was doing all the right things, and he clearly had the ideal equipment for the job. As I watched him sliding in and out of me, I marvelled at how perfect he felt. Like the Goldilocks of rods, Lorenzo’s wasn’t too big or too small. It was just right.

  He played teasingly, switching between shallow and deeper thrusts. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer into me, and as I did I felt the delicious friction on my clit, which became more intense. I grabbed his arse firmly, then he lifted my legs up onto his shoulders so he could go deeper.

  Oh God. Every inch of me was trembling. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last, but I had to hold it together. I didn’t want this to end.

  Our rhythm was perfectly in sync, flowing from one beat to the next effortlessly. Everything just seemed so natural. Our bodies merged seamlessly. It was like they were meant to be together.

  ‘Do you like to go on top?’ Lorenzo asked as he kissed my right foot, which was still resting on his shoulder.

  ‘Yes!’ I confirmed enthusiastically. At last, a man who knew about changing positions and wasn’t afraid for a woman to take the reins a little.

  ‘Come,’ he said, placing my legs back down on the bed. We held each other close as we rolled on our sides and then Lorenzo rolled onto his back whilst still staying firmly inside me.

  I gently lowered myself up and down and started to ride him as he caressed my breasts. I rocked back and forth, moved my hips from side to side and then round and round like I was dancing provocatively on the dance floor. I was having the time of my life, and from the look of pleasure spread across Lorenzo’s face, he was too.

  ‘How does that feel?’ I asked.

  ‘Perfetto. I love the way you move,’ he panted as he rocked beneath me and squeezed my arse in appreciation. ‘You are amazing, Sophia. I want to come very much, but I will wait. I must let you come first.’

  A man that wants the woman to climax first? Who puts the woman’s needs before his own? Praise the Lord.

  I had a feeling that I could actually climax any minute now…

  As I leant all the way back, arching my body, Lorenzo took full advantage by stroking my clit. He placed his forefinger and middle finger over the top and rubbed it in circular motions varying the size and frequency of the circles. As he increased the pressure, rhythm and speed of his touch, I felt the contractions pulsing through me.

  My heart was now beating so fast I felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The wave was building again, and as much as I wanted to continue, I was powerless to stop it. I felt my toes curling and a surge of intoxicating sensations flooding my body.

  I was losing control.

  I was on the verge.

  It’s building…I can’t. I can’t…

  ‘Lorenzo, please don’t stop,’ I pleaded. ‘I’m about to come. Don’t change a thing, keep going. Please. I’m coming…I’m coming!’

  As he continued stroking my clit, maintaining the pressure and the tempo, the tsunami hit me, and I had no other option than to succumb.

  ‘Oh my fucking goodness! Lorenzoooo!’ I screamed. If I was worried about being loud in Italy, that was nothing compared to this. I could only hope his neighbours didn’t think I was being tortured and call the police.

  This was the very opposite of torture. Never in my entire life had I experienced an orgasm so intense.

  Just as I came, I felt Lorenzo’s body stiffen below mine and he groaned loudly as he also exploded inside me.

  I collapsed in a heap on top of him, our bodies both deliciously sticky from our workout. I was spent. But I was already looking forward to round two…

  We both flopped back on the bed, panting wildly. That was the third time, and it wasn’t even midnight.

  And I still wanted more…

  I wasn’t even sure I would be able to walk tomorrow, but I didn’t care.

  This, I repeat, this was what amazing sex was like. I felt like I’d been waiting my whole life for this.

  I couldn’t even begin to tell you all of the things we did. We just could not keep our hands off each other. I loved that he took charge. And it wasn’t just the sodding missionary position either.

  He threw me this way and that on the bed and stimulated every inch of me. We did more positions than an advanced Pilates class. Some I’d never even tried before, but each one felt damn good.

  And as for that studio flat, let’s just say he gave me the full guided tour. I saw the wooden floor as we rolled around on the rug. I sampled the springiness of the sofa and could even vouch for the black-and-white speckled MDF kitchen worktops. Very hard and cold by all accounts. And not at all comfortable to lie on, but comfort was the last thing on my mind. I was too busy coming.

  I know, I know, it’s the kitchen and where food is prepared (thank God I was over my cleanliness obsession), but the new Sophia said surely that’s what bleach was invented for?

  By 2 a.m., I was exhausted after going another round. This guy must be some sort of certified sex stallion to manage it this many times in one night (either that or he’d popped a blue pill before he met me this evening, but I doubted it). And these weren’t short five-minute sessions either. Clearly there were benefits to sleeping with an experienced man. He knew exactly what he was doing, which areas to focus on to maximise my enjoyment, and how to control his instrument to make it last.

  Although down below and inside felt like I’d just sat on a cactus, I was so, so high on lust. I’d never taken drugs before, but I couldn’t imagine a feeling that would be bigger and better than what I was experiencing right now.

  This man sent me out of my mind. At some
points I was so aroused, I felt like I was going to pass out. And I had no idea how many times I orgasmed, but I’d never experienced anything like it. Rampant Rabbit. You have officially been given early retirement. I will not be needing you with Lorenzo around.

  I rested my head on his chest. We were both dripping with sweat. Never mind a fear of dirty glasses. This was the kind of thing that would have caused the old me to go into total meltdown. There would be no way I could have considered lying on him without sending him to shower with a hundred bottles of Dettol first. But right now, I couldn’t care less.

  Lorenzo was now sleeping. He had worked hard tonight and had earned a rest. My hair was fucked. My mascara and make-up had been wiped off long ago, but I felt fine. I was so relaxed. Lying on him, I felt like I was home. Safe, secure and content. This was more than worth the wait. I was just so happy.

  Right now, nothing could bring me down from this high.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  It was 6.47 a.m. already?

  I hadn’t really slept. How could I? After our last session finished around 3.30 a.m., I’d spent most of the time just staring at Lorenzo and stroking his chest to check he was real.

  When I thought about the roller coaster of emotions I’d been through when organising that failed weekend in Florence, it was crazy to think about how quickly and organically this had happened.

  Less than forty-eight hours ago, I had been in bed with Charlie and hadn’t heard from Lorenzo for, what, six months? And now, here I was, lying on top of him butt naked in his studio flat in London.

  Yes, London: the city he’d planned to stay in for at least two months. Nuts.

  And we’d had the most mind-blowing sex, no less than five times. I didn’t even think I’d had that much sex with Rich in the last two years…

  I’d always sensed that we’d had a connection that night in Tuscany. But I’d never even dreamt it would be something this powerful.

  I pulled the brake on my thoughts. I mustn’t get carried away. Although he’d said yesterday that how long he stayed would depend on whether he had another reason to, alluding to me, for all I knew, he could have just been saying that to get me into bed and this could just be a one-night thing.

  Anyway. As hard as it was to break away, better go to the loo and brush my teeth before he woke up.

  I picked my handbag off the floor, reached into my make-up bag and pulled out my travel toothbrush, hairbrush and a mini face wash. No wonder my bag always weighed a ton. It was all this spare make-up and miniature toiletries I carried around just in case…

  I headed to the bathroom. He was right. Like the flat as a whole, it was very modest. Plain white basin, toilet and single shower. Just as he’d explained when we’d met up last night, the rest of this place is small (but at least he kept everything clean and tidy). Magnolia walls (which were in need of a fresh lick of paint), cheap laminate flooring, a charcoal fabric two-seater sofa with matching cushions and glass coffee table, a kitchen with slightly discoloured cream cupboard doors, a double bed (which I was now extremely familiar with), a small pine mirrored wardrobe and that was it. Very different from Charlie’s place, obviously. However, as last night proved, there were a lot of attributes Lorenzo brought to the table that Charlie didn’t. And frankly, I’d take staying in a tiny flat and having a wild night of passion over swanning around a palatial penthouse and being bored in the bedroom any time.

  Ah yes, Charlie…shit. I did feel a little guilty. If I hadn’t had that conversation with him on Sunday night, I’d be feeling much worse. But I’d made it clear that I wasn’t sure if I was looking for something serious and that I needed time to think. Obviously, I’d had no idea at the time that this would happen with Lorenzo, but now that it had, there was no going back.

  I always sensed that something was missing with Rich and with Charlie. I’d condemned myself for walking away from two guys who clearly had a lot to offer. Perhaps some people would think I was mad. And I knew I sounded completely deluded and I shouldn’t get carried away because we’d only spent one night together (well, two if you included Tuscany), but somehow I was convinced Lorenzo is the man for me. I just knew it. I felt it.

  There was a knock at the bathroom door. I’d finished brushing my teeth and had made myself look as decent as I could given the fact I’d had about three hours sleep, if that, plus had no make-up on as it had been smeared all over the bedsheets and sofa cushions…

  Lorenzo entered, looking bleary-eyed but still so damn sexy. His hair was all ruffled too, and oh yes…he was still naked.

  Give me strength…

  ‘Buongiorno, Sophia,’ he said, voice all croaky. ‘You are beautiful.’ He pulled me towards him for a hug.

  Oooh, hello…something else had just woken up too.

  ‘I want to kiss you,’ he said, rubbing his nose against mine.

  ‘Mmm, go ahead,’ I said flirtatiously.

  ‘I must brush my teeth.’ He reached for his toothbrush, picked up the toothpaste and then faced the sink. I stood behind him and caressed his chest and muscular arms as he moved the toothbrush aggressively around his mouth. My hands travelled down to his abs and then…mmm…

  He rinsed his mouth and put his toothbrush back in the cup resting on the sink.

  ‘Now I can kiss you!’ he said, spinning around and pulling me into him again and kissing me forcefully. ‘Come,’ he said as he directed me two feet towards the white plastic shower cubicle. ‘I must wash and get ready for work,’ he said, taking my hand. ‘Come. I want make love to you in the shower.’

  Now, that was an offer I couldn’t refuse…

  He handed me a towel and we both dried ourselves off in the main room as it was a bit tight on space in the bathroom. It was in the shower too, but after some slipping and sliding, we’d soon found our rhythm. When it came to sex, clearly there was nothing this man did not know how to do…

  ‘What time do you start work?’ I asked, keen to know how much time we had left together.

  ‘Eight thirty,’ he replied. ‘So…in forty minutes.’

  ‘And finish?’ I asked, this time thinking of how feasible it would be to meet him afterwards.

  ‘Around eleven,’ he answered, throwing the towel on the bed and opening the wardrobe to take out a pair of boxer shorts from the top drawer inside, then removing a fresh pair of dark blue jeans which were hanging on the rail to the left.

  ‘At night?’ I asked, frowning. That was over a thirteen-hour day. Surely not?

  ‘Yes. It is long hours,’ he replied as if reading my mind whilst he slipped on his fitted black boxers. Mmmm… ‘Chef always long time work in kitchen,’ he explained. ‘The morning, you start early to prepare for lunch. In the afternoon, we prepare for dinner. And then it is busy all night especially, because it is almost Christmas, and Chef says there are lots of parties.’

  ‘Wow, that sounds like really hard work,’ I said, eyes now fixated on him stepping into his jeans, pulling them up past his solid thighs, then up towards to his taut waist. ‘So when do you get time off?’ I asked, bringing my legs up onto the bed and then crossing them.

  ‘He says we will work five, sometimes six days a week. I think my next day off is Sunday. If I am lucky, perhaps I will have Monday off too next week, but after that, I am certain I will work six days a week until January,’ he said, now reaching into the second drawer down, taking out a plain black t-shirt, pulling it over his head and then over his delicious hairy chest. ‘I will check when I go today. Do you want to see me again?’

  Do the Kardashians like taking selfies?

  ‘Er, yes!’ I confirmed. ‘Would you like to see me again?’ I asked.

  ‘Of course!’ he said as he leant forward to kiss me.

  ‘I wish I could stay with you longer now,’ he said, putting on his chef’s jacket. ‘But I have to work. And it is a new job, so I must not be late.’

  ‘I understand,’ I said, standing up to kiss him again.

  ‘But you, Sophia, you
stay, no rush.’ He picked his keys up off the floor from where he’d thrown them down during our passionate entrance last night. ‘When you leave, just shut the door. It should be okay.’

  ‘So when do you want to meet next?’ I blurted out, realising that despite discussing it, we still hadn’t confirmed anything. Yes, I could have been all coy, played it cool and then messaged him later, but I was finding being upfront and saying what I felt rather than thinking it over a million times first before acting was also working well for me.

  ‘Up to you,’ he said as he headed towards the door. ‘For me, as soon as possible is good.’

  ‘Tonight?’ I asked as I followed him to the door. Well, why not? Best to strike whilst the iron’s hot.

  ‘Tonight is good,’ he replied. ‘But you know I don’t finish until after eleven, so it will be late. And I perhaps I will be very tired after last night and then working a full day. You don’t mind?’

  ‘It’s fine,’ I said without hesitation. ‘As long as you at least try to make it worth my while,’ I said cheekily.

  ‘What does that mean?’ he asked, frowning.

  Oh yes. Must remember to keep the language simple.

  ‘It means, if I come and see you, do you promise to try and make sure we have fun again and that you’ll make me feel good?’

  ‘Yes, yes,’ he said, smiling. ‘Of course. I promise.’

  He opened the door, then turned to kiss me.

  ‘Goodbye, beauty,’ he said, holding my gaze. ‘Until tonight…’

  ‘Goodbye, gorgeous,’ I replied, running my fingers through his hair. ‘I’ll get a cab to your restaurant for around eleven thirty p.m., then, and wait outside for you?’

  ‘Perfetto.’ He gave me a long, slow kiss, flashed his cheeky grin again and then was gone.

  I shut the door, then walked back to the bed and flopped onto it.

  What an incredible thirteen hours. I didn’t remember ever feeling so alive and happy. Perhaps the last time was in Tuscany.

  There was no way I could go to the office like this. I was exhausted. How he was going to do a thirteen-and-a-half-hour shift after last night and this morning, I had no idea, but I had no intention of doing the same. I’d call Harrison and let him know I’d be working from home today, get a cab back, have breakfast, take care of any urgent emails, then sleep for a few hours before preparing to come back here.