Chapter 30 #2
God, he knew exactly how to unravel me. Every flick of his tongue, every nip, built that ache deeper. I rocked against him, seeking friction, my panties already soaked from the teasing earlier. "More," I whispered, voice breathy and broken. "Please..."
He lifted his head, eyes locking on mine, dark and intense.
A smirk tugged his lips— that cocky, knowing one that always made my stomach flip.
"Greedy tonight, huh?" But he obliged, hand slipping under my skirt, fingers tracing the edge of my underwear before dipping inside.
He found me slick and ready, stroking slow at first, circling my clit with expert precision.
I bucked, a whimper escaping as pleasure coiled tight.
"Enzo... oh God..." My nails scratched down his back, urging him on.
He added a finger, then two, pumping in and out, curling just right to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
His thumb kept up the pressure on my clit, relentless, building me higher.
The sounds—wet, obscene—mixed with our heavy breaths and the distant crash of waves.
It was filthy and perfect, this hidden moment on the beach, our wedding night unfolding in raw, unfiltered passion.
I came undone fast, too wound up from the day, the vows, everything. My body clenched around his fingers, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. I cried out his name, back arching off the sand, toes curling into the grains. He didn't stop, drawing it out until I trembled, spent and panting.
But he wasn't done. Not by a long shot. He withdrew his hand, bringing fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a wicked grin. "Taste so fucking good, Chloe." Heat flooded my face again, but I couldn't look away.
He shrugged off his shirt completely, tossing it aside, then worked on his pants, freeing himself. His cock sprang out, thick and hard, veins pulsing, tip glistening. I reached for him, wrapping my hand around the shaft, stroking firm and slow, loving the way he twitched in my grip.
"Fuck," he growled, head falling back for a second before his eyes snapped back to mine.
He pushed my skirt up fully, hooking fingers in my panties and yanking them down my legs.
Cool air hit my exposed sex, but his body covered me quickly, skin on skin, heat everywhere.
He positioned himself at my entrance, rubbing the head against my folds, teasing until I squirmed.
"Enzo, now," I demanded, voice husky, nails biting into his shoulders. He chuckled low, but thrust in deep, filling me completely in one smooth stroke. We both groaned, the stretch exquisite, that perfect fullness I'd missed. He paused, letting me adjust, forehead pressed to mine, breaths mingling.
"You feel incredible," he murmured, starting to move—slow rolls of his hips at first, building rhythm.
Each thrust hit deep, grinding against that sensitive spot inside.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, meeting every push with my own.
The sand shifted under us, but it only added to the wildness, our bodies sliding just enough to make it feel primal.
His pace picked up, harder, faster, skin slapping against skin.
Sweat slicked us both, the salty air mixing with our scents.
I raked my nails down his back, marking him, and he bit my neck in response, sucking a bruise that would show tomorrow.
"Mine," he rasped, pounding into me, one hand pinning my hip to control the angle.
Pleasure built again, coiling tight in my belly, every nerve alight.
I flipped us suddenly—or tried, but he let me, rolling so I straddled him on the sand.
His hands gripped my thighs, guiding as I sank down, taking him deeper.
From this angle, he hit even better, filling me to the hilt.
I rode him hard, grinding my clit against his base with each downstroke.
His eyes devoured me, hands roaming up to cup my breasts, thumbs flicking nipples until I gasped.
"Chloe... shit, just like that." His voice broke, hips bucking up to meet me.
I leaned forward, hair falling around us like a curtain, kissing him messy and deep.
Tongues tangled, breaths shared, as I chased my release.
He slipped a hand between us, fingers circling my clit again, and that was it.
I shattered, clenching around him, waves of bliss ripping through me.
He followed seconds later, thrusting up erratic, spilling hot inside me with a guttural moan.
We collapsed together, tangled limbs and heaving chests, the world narrowing to just us. Sand in my hair, his heartbeat thundering under my ear. He held me close, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back, as the moon watched over our little hidden paradise.
But we weren't done yet. After a few minutes of catching our breath, Enzo's hand started wandering again, cupping my ass, squeezing gently.
"Round two?" he whispered, voice laced with mischief.
I laughed softly, but heat stirred low in my belly already.
How could I say no? This was our night, after all.
He flipped me onto my back again, slower this time, more deliberate.
His mouth trailed down my body, kissing every inch—collarbone, breasts, stomach, thighs.
He spread my legs wide, settling between them, breath hot on my sensitive skin.
"Gonna make you scream my name again," he promised, and then his tongue delved in, lapping at my folds, tasting us mixed together.
I arched, hands fisting the sand, as he worked me over with that sinful mouth.
He sucked my clit, fingers joining in, pumping slow and deep.
Every lick, every thrust built me back up, pleasure mounting until I trembled.
He didn't rush, drawing it out, teasing until I begged.
"Enzo... please... I need you inside me. "
He rose up, grinning, and slid back in, this time from behind as he pulled me to my knees.
The new angle was intense, his cock hitting deeper, hands gripping my hips for leverage.
He fucked me steady, one hand reaching around to rub my clit, the other tweaking a nipple.
I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, lost in the rhythm.
Sweat dripped, bodies slick, the sounds of our joining echoing off the rocks.
Orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, ripping through, and he came with me, groaning my name into my shoulder. We fell forward, spent, laughing breathlessly in the aftermath.
By the time the moon hung high, we were exhausted, sated, sand everywhere but neither caring. Enzo pulled me into his arms, my head on his chest, listening to that steady heartbeat. "I love you, Chloe Falcone," he murmured, kissing my forehead.
"I love you too," I whispered back, tracing his scars. In that hidden spot, under the stars, we'd sealed our bond—not just with rings, but with every touch, every gasp, every shared release. It was warm, intense, ours. And as the waves sang their lullaby, I knew this was just the beginning.
THE END