I reached for his head and slipped my fingers through his hair as I gently pulled him closer, letting him know I had no plans to leave.
“I need this right now more than I need anything else.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as if he was trying to wrap his head around what that meant. He needed me more than justice?
“Okay.” I chewed on my lip, the nerves still getting to me. It’d been so long since anyone had been between my legs like that. Thomas had rarely gone down on me. But more than that, Enzo was . . . Enzo. The man I’d been picturing all year, and now here he was, about to fulfill those fantasies. And for the love of God, could I get out of my head and back into the moment? For Pete’s sake.
“Maria?” A surprising grin flashed across his lips. “You back with me?”
I released his hair and rested onto my forearms to find his eyes. “I’m back.”
“Good.” He smiled. “I like you here with me.” There was something so honest and sweet in how he’d said those words that it had my heart squeezing. His gaze traveled down the length of my body to what would be mission impossible: removing wet skinny jeans.
Apparently, not so hard for him. Because he had me on my feet and the jeans off within seconds. The man was good. Damn. And now I stood before him in only a pair of black satin panties.
“You’re beautiful,” he said before dropping his mouth over mine, kissing me as if I were his lifeline, and I was able to offer him oxygen and a second chance.
His mouth trailed a hot line from my lips to my neck while his palms went to my ass, and he squeezed.
As he gently sucked and nipped at my neck, my eyes fell shut at the sensations burning through me. Heating every part of my body with need.
“I’m fucked up,” he said against my neck. “Wanting to leave my mark on you. All over your perfect body.”
But I loved it. I buried my fingertips in his back, drawing myself closer to him. My breasts smashed against his wet shirt. “Please, take this off. Be naked with me.”
He freed us of our entangled state and a look of hesitation washed over his handsome features, but then he tugged the dress shirt free from his pants and worked at the buttons. My knees buckled when he removed his pants next.
Standing before me in only black boxer briefs now, the beautiful, inked man before me demanded to be studied. God, I wanted him.
I swallowed the fraction of space between us and skated my palm down his sternum, and he didn’t stop me when I slid my hand into the opening of his briefs to hold his cock.
He was breathing hard.
Restraint seconds from snapping.
His jaw was strained as he stared at me while I swirled a finger around the crown of his shaft; then I eased my palm up and down the length of him.
“No more,” he growled out, giving me only a handful of seconds to touch him. “I’ll lose my control, Tesoro. And that’s one thing I can’t afford to do right now.”
I relented, even though I didn’t want to, and stepped back, bumping into the bed. I would’ve fallen, but he snatched my wrist and hauled me against him.
His lips crashed over mine. Hands on my cheeks. Then in my hair. He was touching. Tasting. As much of me as possible.
He slid my panties down to my ankles a moment later and raked his gaze over me, his eyes settling at my swollen clit. “Fucking beautiful,” he hissed before reaching between my legs to cup my sex.
He fisted my hair with his other hand, tipping my head back. He slanted his mouth back over mine, taking my tongue. And every coherent thought, too.
And before I knew it, he had me back on the bed, but he didn’t join me. He remained at the edge, shoved down his boxer briefs, then fisted his cock a few times, simply staring at me.
“On all fours.” The rough demand had chills chasing down my spine.
Shyness took over, and I bent my knees to my chest, hiding my body. “Why?”
He angled his head and wet his lips. “Because I’m going to eat your pussy from that angle. Not just because I want that gorgeous ass in my face but because I’ll just miss that spot of yours you love me touching so much, and it’ll make you slightly delirious.”
My knees parted a little at the promise of what was to come, but I didn’t fully surrender. “And do I want to be delirious?” I mean, do I? This was all new for me. My life had been vanilla with a side of vanilla before this man.
“You do, trust me.” He pointed to my legs with his free hand, continuing to stroke his cock while his abdominal wall flexed and tightened. “Now, show me that greedy cunt of yours. I know you want me to see it. Show me how fucking wet you are.”
God, he was right. I slowly spread open my legs and touched myself. “What happens next, after you, um, kiss . . . um . . .” I read books, sure. But dirty talk in real life? Could I do it?
A devilish smirk passed across his lips. “After I eat your pussy, just missing that sweet spot, I’ll flip you over and give you what you need.”
He let go of himself and climbed onto the bed. He reached for my leg and set a kiss on the top of my foot, then my knee. He worked his mouth all the way up, kissing my inner thighs without touching my sex, which was slightly agonizing.
“On your hands and knees,” he demanded in a rough voice as he shifted to my side to allow me to obey.
Once in position, his hand skated down my spine, and I arched like a cat with my ass in the air. When he set his lips to my wet sex, I cried out his name and bunched the bedding, fisting the fabric. He stroked, sucked, and feverishly licked. But as promised, he just missed that tender area, which had me borderline crazy.
I bucked and moved. Shifted. Even did some freaking Pilates thing to try and get my ass higher in the air, desperate for his mouth to hit that one spot, but he didn’t give it to me. Instead, he kept bringing me to the edge, and the anticipation of what was to come had me dizzy.
“Enzo,” I begged between pants as he flicked his tongue against that spot for one torturous second.
His fingertips bit into the sides of my ass as he kept me locked in place. I cried and pleaded for relief, never having experienced anything like this in my life.
Delirious? Yeah, he was right.
I wasn’t sure how long he’d feasted on me, but then he swatted my ass so hard, it stung. I didn’t have time to react to the delicious sensations coursing through me at the contact, because he flipped me over and pinned my body beneath his.
My legs went over his shoulders while he sank his mouth over my pussy, and I may have died for a second when he set his mouth over the sensitive area and licked.
He was right. I’d never felt like this before. Never knew I could even feel like this.
I was panting, gasping for breath as every part of my body tensed, and the muscles in my legs went tight, and then I exploded. And screamed. Cried and melded into the mattress with relief.
That wasn’t an orgasm. It was an out-of-body experience. I’d seen the other side. And it’d been beautiful. Because he’d been with me. He didn’t take my virginity, but he took my soul. I was certain of that.
“Enzo.” My whole body collapsed as I came down, breathing hard.
He worked his mouth over my stomach before climbing on top of me, and he locked our hands together over my shoulders.
“You taste amazing, Tesoro.”
Tesoro. I loved my nickname from him so damn much. “I wouldn’t know,” I teased, trying to smile, but every part of me was spent, even my lips. And yet, I’d give anything for him to be inside me.
“Be with me,” I whispered, my eyes watering a little. “Please.”
A rough sound left his mouth as he rotated his hips, allowing his thick cock to slide over my soaked sex, and he tightened his hold on my hands.
He closed his eyes, and I could see the battle. The indecision in the lines of his face and the tight draw of his lips.
“I’m yours. I’ll always be yours,” I reminded him. “Take me, please.”
“Are you on the pill?” he gritted out, and heaven help me, was he finally going to give in?