“Want me on the bed now?” I snatched my lip between my teeth, unsure how to be provocative and sexy, but I was doing my best. Based on the glint in his eyes and the rise and fall of his chest, it was working for him.
He quietly nodded his answer, and I crawled, wiggling my ass intentionally as I made my way to the center of the full-size bed.
Sitting back on my heels, I set my hands on my thighs, doing my best not to judge my naked body.
Prowling with slow, deliberate movements, he studied me, desire in his eyes. “I have no fucking clue how I resisted you for so long.” He set a hand on the bed before me and crooked my chin up with his finger so I was looking at him.
With his other hand, he swept my messy hair to my back, and his teeth grazed my skin before his mouth worked up from shoulder to neck. As his lips raced over my heated body, he palmed my breast and pinched my nipple, causing a slight whimper to escape my lips.
I reached out and gripped his thick length, pleading, “Please, I need to taste you.”
He dipped his head, eyes meeting mine. “It’s been a long fucking time for me, Maria. That sinful mouth of yours wrapped around my cock will be my undoing.” The deep timbre of his tone barely had me registering the fact he was letting me know he hadn’t been with another woman in a while, and it made my heart do a stupid little dance.
“Just a taste? I’m in the perfect position.” I let go of him and pushed upright a bit more, so I was a touch taller, readying myself. Anxious to make him feel as good as he’d made me with his mouth.
His nostrils flared, a war in his eyes. “I have rules, and I always get a taste first.”
“That’s a little rude, Chef,” I teased as his hand lay flat on my breastbone, and he pushed me back on my heels, awakening a shuddering cry from my chest when he cupped my sex like he owned it, then pushed two thick fingers inside me.
“I love you like this. Confident and naked for me to look at.” He traced each nipple with the pad of his thumb. “Tits out.” His thumb went to my mouth, and he slid it between my teeth. I lightly bit as he worked his fingers in and out of me rhythmically like a dance he was teaching me the moves to. “Lips swollen,” he said before pressing a quick kiss to my mouth. “These lips puckered and ready, too,” he added when swiping his fingers over the sensitive part of my sex.
God, he was touching me in so many places, I couldn’t keep track.
Before I knew it, he was stretched out on his back, guiding me on top of him. “Sit on my face, sweetheart. Let me get that taste.”
I grabbed hold of the headboard with one hand as he cupped my ass cheeks, urging me to kneel over his mouth. Was I really doing this?
That shy heat of embarrassment flushed my body, raking like hot coals over my skin.
“Maria, if you don’t fuck my mouth, my cock won’t fuck yours.”
“You’re playing dirty.” I looked down at him and mock-pouted.
“You don’t need to be shy.” He squeezed my ass harder, and I whimpered, situating myself on top of this freaking gorgeous man, and my nerves and insecurities melted away the second his tongue flicked my clit and he began feasting on me.
He growled and moaned and made other hot, sexy sounds that had my head spinning. My thoughts became a chaotic, undecipherable mess.
“I don’t want to get off yet, Enzo. I want you inside me for that,” I begged, realizing he was taking me to the cusp of an orgasm, and I was about to cry for God in a second. “Let me . . . taste you,” I said. Well, panted.
The word “fiiine” slid over my sex as he said it, and then he had me back on my knees with him standing on the bed before me all in a matter of seconds.
I grabbed hold of his muscular leg and tipped my chin to look up at him. I circled his cock with my other hand and wet my lips as I brought myself closer to him.
I sank my mouth over his head and swirled my tongue as he gripped my hair, guiding my eyes up to peer at him.
My cheeks hollowed out, and I took him inch by inch, as far back as I could get. Maybe it was too far, because I gagged a little, and that had his dick twitching in my mouth. I eased back up some and used my hand to glide up and down in time with my mouth, adding a little pressure.
“Fuuuck,” he hissed, nearly snarling at me as if he were trying to maintain his control and angry I was about to crack it in half. He began cursing, this time in Italian, while guiding my head with my hair, helping me out, and then he shoved back a minute later, nearly pushing me free from him. “Fire,” he remarked in a grave tone, reminding me to behave. Not to get him off, and I had a feeling there’d be consequences if I did.
And why’d I feel giddy at the idea of this man punishing me for being bad?
He stepped off the bed a moment later to grab the condoms. I watched his firm ass muscles and legs flex as he walked. Every inch of him rigid as he came back to me. The fire I wasn’t supposed to play with lit a path straight to me, and I felt the singe creep up on my skin, warming me. Igniting my every nerve ending with expectation of what was to come.
Finally.
“My Maria,” he said with brows slanted as he rolled the rubber over himself, shielding us from the possibility of a baby I hoped he’d give me one day. The idea of Chiara having a brother or sister had my heart leaping.
Armed with protection now, he stood at the edge of the bed and simply looked at me, like he was seeing me for the first time. Soaking in the sight of me.
God, did I feel stunning and beautiful whenever his eyes were on me.
“You,” he half grunted. “You make me feel again.” His hand went over his heart as his tone changed to a more tender one. “I didn’t think it was possible.”
His words had my chest going tight as every emotion flooded my system.
“Thank you,” he whispered before joining me on the bed. With a hand to my chest, he gently guided me to my back and climbed on top of me.
“You make me feel, too,” I said, letting him know we were on the same page, and he nodded before nudging my thighs apart.
“It’s going to hurt,” he warned while dragging his tip over my center. “But only for a second. Because your body was made for me, Tesoro. Mine for you,” he hoarsely added, and as I grabbed hold of his biceps in anticipation, he plunged deep inside me with zero hesitation.
He was buried to the hilt, and I moaned while arching into him. His forehead dropped to mine as I sucked in a ragged breath. Holy shit.
Pulling his head back, Enzo gritted out a string of Italian words I didn’t recognize. As he gazed deep into my eyes, a fluttery sensation overwhelmed me, and I felt . . . whole.
I couldn’t hold back the tears burning my eyes as he started to move again, slowly stretching me, filling me to perfection. “You’re my forever,” I breathlessly confessed.
He studied me, and an unexpected sheen covered his eyes. “Mine, too,” he whispered, leaning in to softly kiss me. And then . . . holy shit . . . he let me have it.
Harder. Faster. Pistoning in and out.
Meeting him thrust for thrust, I ground my hips against his as he hit my sensitive bundle of nerves. Every. Single. Time. “Oh God,” I cried and began a slow murmur of chants in between breathless moans as I climbed the mountain of ecstasy.
“Come for me, Tesoro,” he said a few minutes later, straining like he was doing his best not to lose himself first.
My body tightened, toes curled, and every part of me was on fire as I fought back the urge to scream so loud that everyone in the house-mansion would hear me.
Slapping a hand over my mouth while maintaining hold of his other arm, I cried against my palm as my release tore through me.
Studying me, Enzo’s jaw tightened, and I felt his cock jerk and thrum as he reached his release. He groaned, and when my tired arm fell to my side, my hand leaving my mouth, he bent in and set his lips to mine. He kissed me softly as he rode the rest of his orgasm, and I surrendered to the rest of mine.