5. Valerie
5
VALERIE
M y body melts against Enrico’s, and I surrender every last part of me to this man’s strength. I moan softly and let him in, gasping at the need behind each stroke of his tongue. I taste his longing, his promises, his desire for me. For us.
My hands slide down his hard, chiseled body and I grip his hips, pulling him closer. I’m desperate for more of him.
Enrico groans and tangles his hands in my hair, angling me right where he wants me so he can delve deeper into my mouth. He’s all-consuming, his cedarwood and spice scent, the warmth of his mouth, his hard length rubbing against my stomach.
“I’ve wanted to do that from the moment I saw you,” he murmurs against my lips before taking them again, claiming them as his own.
I roll my hips against him and slide my hands up his chest, fisting the collar of his shirt and clinging to him with everything I am.
Enrico tears his mouth away from mine, only to nip and kiss down my neck. I whimper when his hands slide down my back so slowly, taking his time to map every inch before gripping my ass in his large, capable hands. We're lost in each other, completely taken over by the lust and longing that has built between us in these close quarters.
Eventually, Enrico pries himself away from me, giving me one last chaste kiss on the lips before resting his forehead on mine. We're both panting, sharing the same air, and basking in the intimacy we've both been craving.
“Best first kiss ever,” I whisper, smiling nervously. I don’t know why I said that. It just slipped out of my mouth.
A deep, gravelly rumble bubbles up from Enrico’s chest as he tips his head back and takes a deep breath.“Fuck, angel. You have no idea what that does to me,” he groans almost painfully.
“What?” I ask, genuinely confused.
“Knowing I’m the only one to touch you like this. To see you all disheveled, your lips bruised, your eyes glossed over. It’ll only ever be me. You understand that, right? There’s no going back now. You’re mine.”
I chew on my bottom lip nervously, wanting his words to be true but having a hard time believing this isn’t all a dream.
Enrico takes my silence for uncertainty and cups my face so sweetly. “We’ll go as slow as you want. I’ll never take anything you don’t willingly give me.”
"I know," I whisper, tilting my head so our lips are inches apart. "I trust you. With all of me."
I kiss him again, letting him know I want this. I want him more than words can say. Each swipe of his tongue and nip of his teeth ignite a need deep inside me. The throbbing tug low in my belly is almost painful.
“Gotta stop, baby,” he grunts into the side of my neck before licking me there and catching the tender skin between his teeth. “I can’t hold back much longer, and I don’t want to scare you away.”
“I’m not scared,” I breathe. “I can’t hold back either. I just… I ache for you. Can you… will you touch me?” I should be embarrassed about my inexperience, but I trust Enrico with my life. I trust him with my body, too.
“Fuck, yes,” he grits out, cupping my pussy and rubbing my aching center over my jeans. “Goddamn, I feel your heat. Do you need something from me? Do you need to come?”
His words are so filthy, but they trigger something inside me. This man has reduced me to base urges I didn’t think I had until I met him.
I nod and roll my hips, trying to get him to somehow touch me deeper, more, more, more…
Enrico nips at my chin, neck, and shoulder as he slips his hand into my jeans. I know he feels how soaked I am, and it only turns him on more.
“Jesus,” he grunts, stroking my pussy and parting my folds over my panties. The fabric scrapes against my sensitive clit, making me shiver and moan.
“More,” I beg, gripping his meaty biceps and digging my nails in.
Enrico plays with the waistband of my panties, teasing me and driving me wild. Finally, finally , he touches me where I’m throbbing for him, swiping two fingers up my slit and circling my clit.
“Valerie, shit, angel, this cunt is so fucking juicy,” he grunts.
My pussy contracts at his dirty words, trying to suck him inside. He groans and continues to stroke me up and down, gathering my arousal and massaging my little ball of nerves.
I squeeze my eyes shut and moan, throwing my head back and exposing my neck to his greedy mouth. Enrico sucks on the side of my neck and dips one finger into my tight hole, making me grind down on his hand.
“Oh,” I gasp, pulsing around him and releasing even more wetness.
“So fucking tight. You’re gonna feel fucking incredible wrapped around my dick, aren’t you, love? Do you want me to stretch out this little cunt?”
“Mmm…” I nod frantically, shifting my hips and forcing his finger deeper inside me. “Fuck!” I cry out.
Enrico suddenly removes his hand, leaving me empty and confused. I open my eyes and see him kneeling in front of me, gliding his hands up and down my thighs. “I need to taste you. Just one taste. Is that okay? Can I make you come on my tongue?”
“God, yes,” I whimper. I don’t care that I’m begging him.
Enrico practically rips my jeans open, tugging them down my legs along with my soaking panties.“Jesus, how do you smell so good?” he says more to himself than to me.
He helps me step out of my jeans, staring at my pussy the whole time. I tremble as he ghosts his fingers up my bare legs, guiding one over his shoulder, exposing me completely.
“Perfect, just like the rest of you,” he whispers before parting my lips with his tongue and sucking on my clit. Hard.
I buck my hips and grab his hair, overwhelmed by the sensation of his warm tongue against my sensitive, swollen clit. He growls into my pussy, the vibrations rattling my bones as he devours me.
Enrico spears his tongue into my entrance and swirls his nose around my clit. My breaths come out in short little gasps as my muscles tense and pulse. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m teetering on the edge, close, so close to falling into the unknown.
I suck in a huge breath and hold it as my orgasm takes me hostage. I jerk in his arms, but Enrico grips me tighter, steadying my movements as he laps at me and bats my clit around, prolonging my pleasure.
He looks up at me as I lower my head to look at him. His eyes are stormy, dark, and feral. I see my release covering his lips and nose, making me moan. He doesn’t give me any time to recover before flattening his tongue and licking me from bottom to top.
“Oh, ohmygod, Enrico, I… I can’t…”
He grunts and continues to nibble and suck on my folds. The world crashes down around me until all I can focus on are the relentless strokes of his tongue as he pushes me higher and higher, winds me tighter and tighter, increasing the pressure in my core almost unbearably.
I gasp and writhe as he plunges two fingers inside me and curls them up, hitting a spot that makes my nerves light up and burn deliciously beneath my skin. He swirls his tongue around my clit again and again. I can’t breathe. My heart thrashes. A rushing sensation floods my body. I feel like I have to twist away, back down from the onslaught of pleasure, but I can’t. I’m rooted in place, completely at his mercy.
My body grows tight. The pressure builds inside me, through my pelvis, over my skin, in my muscles, and along my nerves. Pleasure swells and explodes as I convulse in his arms. He pins me to the wall, mercilessly eating me out with a growl. My sweaty flesh shakes as I jerk and fight my way through another orgasm.
“Oh, baby.” He raises his face to stare at me in awe. “You squirted all over me. Shit, you’re incredible.”
I’m floating through space, through bliss, through lust and release. The rhythmic, sharp throbbing between my legs brings me down from my high. I open my eyes and see Enrico slowly licking me up and down, swallowing down my release, every last drop.
My bones turn to liquid as I slump against the wall, completely wrung out. Enrico helps me get dressed and then stands, pulling me into his strong, comforting embrace. I bury my face in his chest, not sure what happens next.
“I’ve got you, Valerie,” he murmurs softly. He presses his lips to the top of my head, inhaling slowly as if committing my scent to memory. “You’re perfect.”
Guilt cuts through the haze of lust and longing. I’m not perfect. Even after our talk earlier, he still doesn’t know the whole truth. Now that we’ve shared something so intimate, I don’t know if I could handle disappointing him.
My phone dings with an incoming text, making me tense and push away. Enrico frowns, but I need to get to my phone before he sees the text. I don’t know what it says yet, but I have a feeling I know who it’s from.
Sure enough, my brother’s text pops up on the screen: You fucking whore.
Another text immediately follows the first.
Do you hate me enough to spread your legs for the goddamn mafia? How many of them have you slept with?
My hands tremble as I watch the text bubbles appear and disappear. Then another message comes through.
I’ll deal with you later. For now, it’s best if you come home. You don’t want to be around when we settle the score with the Caparellis.
I jump slightly as Enrico’s hand rests on my lower back, and I lock my phone screen before he can read any of the messages.
“Hey, sweet girl,” he whispers before kissing my temple and forehead. “I can fix whatever you’re worrying about right now. All you have to do is let me.”
My heart squeezes tightly at his words. I turn, wrapping my arms around his torso and clinging to him with everything I am.
Enrico folds his arms around me, cradling me gently. “I’m right here,” he says softly.
I blink away tears. Yeah, but for how long?