Serena
Enzo froze. I wasn’t sure he was breathing.
I wasn’t sure I was either. Panic began to claw at me.
The courage his words spurred in me started to dwindle fast. I needed to get my clothes and hide in the bathroom. Be anywhere but here.
Then, he moved so fast he was a blur. He was on me, picking me up and dropping me on my back onto the bed.
Cupping a breast in each hand, he stared down at me. His eyes darkened with lust.
I was breathing fast, excitement and nerves warring inside me. His weight was heavy, pinning me down. I had to spread my legs wider, stretching to accommodate his size.
“Look at you,” he said, brushing the hair caught under me out and fanning it on the bed. “Perfetto.” He gazed down, dragging his eyes from my face to my hair. The lust turned to hunger in his eyes, like he hadn’t eaten in days, and he was starving. “Now you’re ready to come on my tongue.”
My breath hitched. I grabbed his shirt, suddenly scared of what might happen next. I was unbelievably unprepared to be fucked by a man like Enzo.
He must have read the nerves on my face. “Don’t worry, ciata miu. I will make you come until you can’t take it anymore. Then I’ll feed you berries, lick the honey off your body, and do it again.”
He bent his head to my breast, sucking my nipple. A jolt of electricity ran through my body. I whimpered, my legs curling around him, trying to keep him right there.
“Lorenzo,” I started to say, with no idea how to finish the sentence.
He flicked my nipple with his tongue. “I like how you say my name. I want to hear you scream it.” He worked his way back up my body and kissed me. Hard, long, and wet. “Can you do that? Scream my name?”
I nodded, unable to form words. I would do anything to get his mouth on me.
“Lorenzo,” I pleaded. He was teasing me now, his mouth hovering over my body, just out of reach. He laughed, bending down and kissing my throat, sucking on my pulsing vein.
Oh my god. This was happening.
He left light, soft, sucking kisses down my body until he nestled himself between my legs.
He held one foot, his thumb tracing the dainty clasp that wrapped around my ankle. “These make your legs look a mile fucking long. I'm going to buy you a hundred of these, so I can torture myself when you wear them.”
He gripped my hips, yanking me to the edge of the bed. A surprised squeak came out of me.
Enzo kissed one thigh, then the other, placing my legs on either shoulder. “I want to feel your heels on my back. Mark me, amore.”
My heart raced as he bent his face to my pussy, taking in a deep breath and groaning. He said something in Italian, and I vowed to dedicate myself to learning that language.
I fisted the sheets as he licked, his tongue slowly swirling on my clit. He did it again, savoring, taking his time with each swipe.
I gasped, a hand shooting to his head, trying to keep him there.
He ate at me, building me up. I had never felt like this, an ache growing in me.
“Oh, god,” I rasped out. My body moved on its own, seeking his lips, his tongue for more.
I yanked at his hair, uncaring if it hurt him, because I was so close and I needed to get there, or I was going to die.
“Please, Lorenzo, please,” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.
My heels dug into his back, and I knew I was marking him the way he demanded. The way I needed to.
He sucked on my clit, long and hard.
My back bowed off the bed as the pleasure rolled through me. I had no control over my body or the way I cried out as the pleasure overwhelmed me.
Panting, I opened my eyes, chest heaving as I tried to orient myself. That this wasn’t another dream.
Enzo kneeled between my legs, his lips and chin glistening with my release.
“Perfetta,” he said as he brought one leg up, kissing my ankle and undoing the straps. He did the same to my other leg. “You taste like heaven.”
He stood, ripping off his clothes like they were on fire. Finally, I got to see him, all of him. The tattoos, a work of art, wrapped around his body. His skin was tan from our time in the sun.
Everywhere I’d touched while rubbing in the lotion, marveling at the intricate designs, I now wanted to trace with my tongue. I wanted to get close and follow the lines that went below his waist, connecting the designs from his chest to his legs.
The warrior armor. The protector. My protector.
My heartbeat pounded. After all the fantasizing, all the wanting—he was right there, waiting for me to reach for him.
He stared back, not moving as his smile reached his eyes. Giving me time to take my fill, my eyes bouncing to the areas of tattoos I had wondered about but never got to see.
My eyes made their way down until I reached his cock. His hand was wrapped around it, giving it slow, languid pumps.
“Oh,” I whispered, blinking.
His cock was big in length and girth. At the very tip, a curved barbell gleamed.
I stared at it, mouth falling open. I’d never seen a piercing like that, though I knew they existed. He was big already, and with that added? How was it all going to fit? What would it feel like?
Anticipation shot through me. I bit my lip, unsure how to express myself with words.
“Don’t worry, amore, it’ll fit,” he said as he crawled up my body. “The piercing will help me take care of you.” Wrapping his hands around my waist, he flipped our position.
I gasped as I tried to reorient myself. Straddling him, I spread my legs on either side of his body. I leaned forward, bracing my hand on the pillow next to his head, and did what I had wanted to do since the moment I saw the art on his body.
I traced the lines of his tattoos lightly with my finger, following with soft kisses.
He shifted under me, his cock between us. He moved his hips in tiny, short circles that forced the tip of his cock, and the piercing against my clit.
I stopped, my hips joining his motion. My body felt like it was on fire in the best, most excruciating way. Enzo muttered under his breath, the words coming out so fast and in Italian that there was no chance I would understand what he said.
But I didn’t need to know, because one glance at his face—brows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip caught between his teeth, cheeks flushed—told me he wanted me to come.
Needed me to almost as much as I did.
I sat up, ready to ride his cock, when he wrenched me up by my hips and placed me on his face.
He sucked, and a shudder ran through my body.
It was too much. I’d never felt like this before.
I tried to lean forward, but his arms wrapped around me, locking me in place.
“Enzo,” I cried out, begging for more, desperate for him to push me over the edge.
His tongue flicked out, and it was the last thing I remembered before I felt the white-hot euphoria take me, rolling over me in waves I never wanted to stop.
My throat hurt. The world was slowly coming back. I was sitting on Enzo’s chest, his face dripping wet with my essence. He licked his lips, eyes on my center as his fingers spread me open.
“You’re the best meal I’ve ever had,” he rumbled. “I can’t wait to gorge myself on you every day.”
My mind was clearing, but I couldn’t piece together what he meant by that, though it was obvious.
Enzo leaned over to the small nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a string of condoms, and ripped one off.
“After tonight, we’ll talk about this.” He held the condom up to my mouth. “Open.” I did. “Close.”
I did as instructed, biting the condom wrapper as he tugged, ripping it open.
In fast, practiced movements, he put on the condom and added lube.
“You’re ready for me,” he said as he grabbed my hips.
Sitting up, he placed me on his lap, his cock between us. His legs were bent, giving me something to lean on.
“We’ll go slow. I want to savor every piece of you tonight,” he said.
Rocking my hips, I rubbed my pussy on his cock.
“It’s been a long time,” I said, suddenly anxious as I placed my hands on his chest for balance. What if I were bad at this? What if I didn’t remember how to have sex?
“Amore, none of that matters. It’s you and me. I won’t stop until you’re limp from pleasure, and I’ve wrung everything I can out of your body. And when you wake, I’ll do it again.” He lifted me, pulled his cock up, and brushed it against my clit before notching it inside me.
My hips jerked, and a zing raced up my spine.
“I’m going to take my time with you,” Enzo said, shifting my hips.
With the help of gravity, and Enzo thumbing my clit, making me wetter, I slowly took him.
Enzo muttered in Italian, never breaking eye contact with me.
“Look how good you’re taking my cock,” he said. I whimpered, so full of him, and he wasn’t even all the way yet.
Then he was there, all the way in, and I leaned back, gripping his thighs as I squirmed.
“Cazzo, you were made for me. Made to take my cock. Look at how perfect we fit.” He rocked his hips, pushing deeper.
“Lorenzo.” My nails dug into his thighs as I gasped, his cock hitting that spot I could never reach.
“I like how you say my name.” He kept his pace slow and deliberate. “I want to hear it every night, when I have you just like this, impaled on my cock. At my mercy, begging me to give you what only I can.”
“I need,” I started, but couldn’t speak. I was having an out-of-body experience.
All I could do was feel. My body is begging for release, for more.
“You need me.” He bit one of my nipples, and my body clenched. “I’ll give you whatever you need, I promise.”
He sat up, gripped the back of my head, and brought it down to meet his. The kiss was hard and frenzied. I moaned into his mouth,
He started moving inside me in earnest, taking control and moving my body on his.
The ache took over, building in me.
“Lorenzo,” I said, begging.
He bounced me on his cock, and I held on to his wrists, letting him take over.
I opened my eyes and stared down at Enzo. His brows were furrowed, eyes on my face. I leaned down, placing my hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, and kissed him. I was so close, my body was shaking like a live wire, and all I wanted was to kiss him.
His rough hands skated around my body, making me shiver. I was so close, but I needed more and had no idea what that more was.
“Lorenzo,” I whimpered, not knowing how to say what I needed. His chest rumbled under my hands, and the vibrations reverberated through my body.
The pressure built, but it wasn’t enough. My body demanded more.
He brought a hand to the back of my head and whispered, “I feel how close you are, amuri. Let yourself go. I need you to let go, and I’ll give you everything.”
His words shot straight to my soul.
He’d give me everything. I knew he would. He already had, in so many quiet little ways, that it was impossible not to trust his words.
I closed my eyes, sat up, and let my body take over. Shutting down any thoughts that weren’t about us, my pleasure, or our bodies.
I let go, and I could hear Enzo below me murmuring, “You’re magnifica. Just like that. Look at how you’re taking from me.”
“I’m so,” I stuttered. My breath hitched, and I let out a soft cry.
“Use me,” he said, slamming me down hard and rubbing his thumb against my clit in tight, fast twirls.
My body jerked. I clawed at his chest, uncaring if I made marks, and threw my head back.
A bubble burst, filling me with euphoric bliss.
I moaned louder than I ever had.
Enzo flipped us over, his mouth covering mine, taking my moans and growling in return. I wasn’t finished, the orgasm still pounding through me as I felt him build me up again.
“Again,” he growled, his hips pounding into me at a brutal pace. Each time he pulled out, his piercing rubbed my clit, sending shockwaves through me. “I want to see you come again.”
It was an order I was all too willing to follow. I wanted to see him on top of me, owning my body. A picture of masculine perfection.
“Mine,” I said, the word spilling out of me.
I sent a vicious grin and bit my bottom lip. “Yours.”
He leaned back, lifted my hips up, and pulled out, rubbing the tip of his cock and Prince Albert against me. “Press your hands against the headboard.”
Greedily, I did, stretching myself and arching my back.
“Cazzo, I can’t wait to fill you up. With my cum,” he slid into me in one hard pound, “with my babies.” Another pound of his hips sent shockwaves through me, my hands pushing back against the headboard. I didn’t move, just took what he gave me.
“For the rest of our lives. All yours.” He didn’t stop this time, just kept pounding his hips into me.
Each declaration spurred me on. Made me want this for the rest of my life.
I had never had this much passion for someone—I knew I needed this forever, or it might break me.
Enzo kept his punishing pace, and I curled my legs around his hips, arching my back, my body begging for what I couldn’t say.
His hips stuttered, Italian spilling from his mouth, and he bent, biting my nipple, and throwing me over the precipice. The wave of euphoria washed over me, blurring my vision and taking over my body.
I barely noticed him pulling out of me, his cock glistening my release, hands wrapping around himself as he pumped.
His cock jerked, cum spurting out in long ropes onto my chest.
I stared down at his release covering my chest and stomach. For some reason, I was almost disappointed that none of it was in me, sealing the promises he made.
Yet it was infinitely hotter, seeing it on me.
Enzo fell to this side, propping himself onto his forearm as he stared at me.
“A mess,” he said, reaching out and rubbing some of his cum into my stomach. “A perfect, pretty mess I’ve made you.”
I turned my head to him, closing my eyes. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t talk. My body was too tired and sated from the power of the orgasms Enzo had given me.
I didn’t open my eyes when the bed dipped, and Enzo’s warm body disappeared. I barely flinched in surprise as he cleaned me with a wet cloth.
He was taking care of me. A bolt of emotion I wasn’t familiar with hit me.
Tears pricked my eyes, and I squeezed them shut.
This was so embarrassing.
“Hey.” Enzo pulled me across his body until I was using him like a bed.
“Sorry, I don’t know why this is happening,” I said as a tear leaked out of the corner of my eye.
“I got you.” Enzo rubbed my back, and my swirl of emotions calmed. “I know. I felt it too,” he said into my hair as he helped me calm down.
It took me a few minutes. As always, Enzo was patient, silently stroking my back until the world felt steady again.
“I don’t know why that happened,” I said, trying to wrestle with emotions I didn’t understand.
“It can happen, I’ve heard. There’s nothing to be worried about.” Enzo kissed the top of my head. “Sleep, amuri mio. We’ll do it all again in the morning.”
Lying on Enzo, I closed my eyes and let the rhythm of his heart sing me to sleep.