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“Wait, let me.”
I hold my breath as his fingers hook the elastic edges and he slowly lowers them. Then he grabs my waist and lifts me up, sitting my ass on the cool island countertop. Shoving the stools out of the way, he pushes my legs apart, dark eyes focusing on my most intimate area. I can’t move, can’t draw in a breath, as his hands slide up my thighs, forcing them further apart. When his fingers reach my center, they lightly trace down my seam and I drop my head back, on the verge of exploding. I’m not even sure how that’s possible. He’s barely touched me.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs and slides a finger inside me. “So goddamn beautiful.”
A second finger joins the first and he’s moving them in and out, studying my face. My mouth drops open and my hips arch up, offering him better access. His thumb swirls over my clit, lightly caressing then pressing harder. All the while, he pays close attention to my reactions, gauging what I respond to and then playing me like a fiddle.
His fingers scissor, stretching me, and I drop back on my elbows.
“You’re so tight…so fucking wet.”
I’m breathing hard, rubbing shamelessly against his hand, and my world tilts slightly. He’s touching me like no one ever has before. My past sexual encounters have been quick and unsatisfactory. But Enzo is taking the time to understand my body and I bite my lip, watching him.
“I’m going to make you come, Bri,” he promises, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. “On my mouth, though. Because I need to taste more of you.”
Oh, my God. My pussy is throbbing, aching for him, and I can barely form a coherent sentence. Enzo grabs my legs, drags me to the edge, and lifts them over his shoulders. I let out a surprised squeak, my heels hitting his back. Then he gives me a wicked grin before burying his face between my legs.
Holy Mary, Mother of God. I mentally repeat it over and over, sometimes in English, sometimes in Italian, as Enzo licks me into a frenzy. His tongue feels strange down there because I’ve never had anyone go down on me before. Maybe it’s a power thing and I don’t like not feeling in control, so that’s why I never let a man do it before. Whatever the reason, now I’m not sure what to do, so I slide a hand through his thick hair and pull it so hard, it must hurt him. But, he doesn’t let up and the moment he sucks my clit between his lips and suctions onto it, I cry out and dig my heels into his back.
Waves of pleasure crash though me. Intense and sublime. I feel all the tension I’ve been carrying around crumble and melt away as my hips rock against his face and I make a soft, humming sound in the back of my throat. The orgasm washes over me as I stare up at the high ceiling, squeezing my thighs against his head. He’s still softly licking and sucking, bringing me down slowly from an epic climax. One like I’ve never experienced before. Hell, I never knew sex could be like this and, technically, we haven’t even done it yet.
As that thought rolls through my muddled brain, I look up and realize Enzo is getting undressed. And, Jesus H. Christ, he has the most amazing body I’ve ever seen. My gaze lowers to the huge cock standing straight up and my mouth waters. I need it inside me. Now.
I reach out, wrapping my greedy fingers around him, running my hand up and down his length. His head drops back and I marvel at how he grows even more. I can feel him pulsing, so hot and big, and I squeeze him hard. Releasing his cock, I slide off the counter and hop up. Enzo catches me and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Fuck me, Enzo,” I hiss, and grind against him.
His mouth slams against mine and we kiss hard. It all feels so desperate, so needy. He starts walking toward a small staircase and nearly stumbles, but his hold on me only tightens more. I laugh, kissing the side of his neck, grinding against him.
“You’re going to kill us both if you keep doing that,” he warns. “Christ, Bri, let me get up the stairs before?—”
I rub my soaked pussy against the thick head of his straining cock and he momentarily freezes.
“Ah, shit, let me get a condom. Hold on…”
I want to scream in frustration when he lifts me up and away, setting my heels down on the floor. But I know he’s right. Protection, Bri. Don’t be a dumbass. You have no idea where his dick has been or how many women it’s been in.
Just because I’m clean and practically a virgin doesn’t mean he is, too. In fact, I’m sure he’s a man whore. How could he not be? He’s too smooth, too good-looking. And, tonight, he’s all mine.
“Hurry up,” I hiss and drop down on his large bed. “Before I change my mind.”
Ha! Like that would ever happen.
4
ENZO
Ilaugh at her idle threat. “Honey, you wouldn’t change your mind because you’d rather have it blown.”
Gabriella smirks, but doesn’t disagree with my statement. Instead, she stretches out on my bed like a cat and it occurs to me how good she looks laying there on my blankets, my sheets, my pillows. Like she belongs there.
I walk over to the nightstand, pull the drawer open and grab a condom. Sad to say, but it’s been a while since I’ve needed one. Tonight, however, I plan to go through several. Tearing the packet open with my teeth, I roll it down my pulsating dick then get on the bed. The mattress sags beneath my weight and I crawl over to Gabriella, climbing on top of her and kissing her passionately. She makes that adorable little humming noise. The feel of our bodies, skin to skin, is indescribable. Heavenly might be a good word.
Settling myself between her legs, I wrap my hand around my cock, line it up with her soaked pussy and begin to slide inside. Holy fuck. She’s hot and tight and slick. Her legs wrap around me, heels digging into my ass as she pulls me deeper. Welcoming my cock all the way to the hilt.
Something happens the moment our bodies connect and, for a moment, neither of us moves. I don’t even know how to describe what I’m feeling. Joined intimately, staring into her eyes, our faces are so close that our breath intermingles. She smells like honey-dipped cannoli and a growl rips from my throat as my hips begin pumping.
Sometimes I like to talk dirty during sex, sometimes I don’t. Depends on my mood. Right now, I don’t think I could get a word out to save my life. All of my control vanishes and I’m so caught up in the moment, the sublime feel of our bodies rocking together, that I’m scared I’m not going to last very long. But, I refuse to disappoint her.
