Serena #2
Obediently, I did, sticking my tongue out and dragging it up the length of his cock until I reached the tip, where I flicked his piercing and kissed the tip.
Enzo hissed, sweeping my hair into his hands.
I took him in my mouth as far as I could. His hips jerked, forcing him deeper, and tears formed in the corner of my eyes. I bobbed my head, taking my time as I built up a rhythm.
He was coming undone, his moans urging me on as I sucked his cock.
Just when I thought Enzo was about to come, he bent, sweeping me up in his arms, and flipped our positions. In the blink of an eye, he was under me, taking up as much space on the couch as he could. I was on top, gripping the back for balance.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? What would I do for you?” he asked as he dragged his hands up my thighs.
Gripping his hair, I tipped his head back and gazed down at him.
He was perfection and he was all mine.
“Maybe,” I said and kissed him lightly on one corner of his mouth, then the other.
Enzo’s hands slid up my body, took my shirt with them, and pulled it off me.
“I would have waited a hundred years to be with you. Sei l'amore della mia vita,” he said and kissed me.
“I have no idea what you said, but I liked the way it sounded.” I giggled, feeling light and so happy I was afraid I would burst.
We kissed; long, slow, luxurious kisses like we had all the time in the world and nothing else mattered outside of these four walls.
“I said you are the love of my life,” Enzo whispered in my ear. My heart skipped a beat. My hands clawed at his shoulders.
Is he saying what I think he’s saying? I was barely holding myself together, still half convinced this was a dream.
“Sometimes, the words come easier to me in Italian. It has more passion than English,” he continued, oblivious to my freak-out. “I’ll teach you, so you don’t have to wonder if what I’m saying is good or bad.”
He picked me up again and brought us to the floor, on the plush carpet.
When he started kissing a path down my throat, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I seized a fist of his hair and wrenched him up. “Did you just call me the love of your life?” I asked, my voice breathy, like I’d just sprinted a mile.
“Yes. I did. And yes, you are. Did you think I didn’t feel that way?” He angled his head to the side. His gaze bounced around my face, which I knew showed the pure shock that was running through my body.
“Ugh, cazzo. I did not do my job well if you are surprised by this.” He brushed his nose against mine.
“I thought you saw how much I love you, but you need more. That’s good.
” He pinched my chin between his fingers.
“I love you, Serena Washington. I’m going to marry you.
If you want, I will give you more babies and make Harper a big sister.
Harper can call me whatever she wants, but I hope one day, one of the names will be Dad. ”
Hope, and happiness, and fright welled up, and I did the only thing a woman could do when the man of her dreams professed his love to her and wanted her daughter to call him Dad.
I cried.
Big, fat tears rolled out of the corners of my eyes. Enzo tenderly brushed them away.
It took a few minutes for the tears to slow and the hiccups to stop enough for me to speak.
“It’s okay, amore. That means love, by the way.” He smiled. “I know you love me. Not for as long as I’ve loved you, since it took you so long to get that I wasn’t being generous when I moved you in.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “It’s not my fault. I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”
“Please. Dream as big as you want. Then tell me so I can make them come true.” He silenced me with another kiss and returned to his descent on my body.
“Mommy, where are you?” Harper screamed from somewhere beyond the studio.
Enzo’s head shot up, eyes wide.
“Enzo,” she screamed, still adding an L before the O in his name.
“Go.” I pushed Enzo’s shoulders. “Get clothes on. She’s going to be here in two seconds.”
He rolled off me, both of us scrambling to our feet, frantically looking for our clothes. My shirt was barely over my head when the door flew open, and I yanked it down so hard I heard the seams tear.
Enzo had shoved his legs into his boxers, barely managing to pull them over his ass in time.
Harper wrinkled her nose. “Are you fixing his pants again?” She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. “Is it hard to find clothes in your size? I can help; I always help Mommy and tell her when clothes are ugly. Let me know when you want to go shopping.”
She spun on her heels and walked out.
“Don’t take her shopping,” I begged as he buttoned his pants and gathered his shirt and shoes.
“She’ll run around the store, completely stress you out, insult your clothing choices at least three times, and you will spend too much money on her for absolutely no reason other than she blinked her pretty brown eyes at it. ”
Enzo shrugged as he walked over to me and kissed me. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll ask her what day she wants to go.”
He winked at me and sauntered out of the room.
I went to the bathroom, splashed water on my face to wipe away the tears, and headed into the main house, feeling like I was walking on Cloud Nine the entire time.