27. Enzo #2
“Did you hang a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door too?” Her tone is playful, and I’m glad I didn’t get to wake her with coffee when she so obviously needed the rest.
“No, but it can be arranged.”
She smiles, her eyes lighting up the way I remember. “What about when the nurses come around with my meds?”
“I think they might be occupied elsewhere.” I shift my hips closer to her, my erection already tenting inside my pants.
Her eyes widen when she feels it, and I can’t help smiling when she lifts one leg and drapes it over my thigh to grant me more access. “You missed me, huh?”
“What gave it away?”
“Oh, I don’t know…” She shimmies her hips closer. “Maybe it’s that weapon you’re hiding in your pants.”
“Weapon?” I’m grinning. “Is that in a good way or a bad way?”
Heat rushes to her face, highlighting the green bruises, and making me want to punch the next person who comes near her in the throat.
“The best way.” Her voice is husky as she tilts her head and kisses me, her tongue parting my lips.
It’s all the prompting I need. I roll her onto her back, supporting myself on my good arm, and kiss her slow and hard, reviving the memories of our kisses when we both believed we had all the time in the world.
“I’ve missed tasting you,” I murmur between short shallow breaths.
“Would you believe me if I said I missed you too?” Her eyes are glistening.
“Always.”
I reach behind her and tug open the strings holding the gown together. Watching her watching me, I pull the gown off her, realizing with a gasp that she’s naked underneath.
“Is this for my benefit?” I soak up the sight of her nakedness with my eyes.
“You almost sound like someone I once knew.” She nibbles the corner of her bottom lip.
“Almost? Would it help if I wore a mask?”
Demi chuckles, and it fills my heart with joy. “Masks aren’t really my thing.”
“No?” I trace a line down from her collarbone to the dip between her breasts with my fingertip, gliding it over the swell towards her hard nipple. “What is your thing?”
She hesitates, the beep of the monitor picking up its pace. “Do you really need to ask?”
“No, but I want to hear it.”
Her lips curve into a small smile. “You are.”
I lean over her and suck her nipple to a stiff peak, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. “When did you realize that I was Brian?” I don’t want to taint this moment, but I have to know so that I can draw a line under it and move on.
Demi threads the fingers of her sling-free hand through my hair. “I think subconsciously I knew from the moment you described me in the darkness.”
“It was how I pictured you because, in my head, you were every fantasy I could possibly imagine wrapped up inside one perfect package.”
I suck her other nipple, teasing it between my lips, desperate to taste every part of her.
“Do you ever wonder what might’ve happened if you’d chosen a different door that night?” Her body is responding to my touch, but her question is serious.
She needs to draw a line under it too.
“No. I’d have found my way to you eventually, with or without the Russians’ help.”
“Did you…” She inhales deeply. “Did you try to find me?”
I smile, and go back to her mouth, parting her lips with my tongue. “Do you really need to ask?” I mimic her words.
“No, but I want to hear it.”
“I tore the fucking city apart, searching for you, until I realized that you didn’t want to be found.”
She closes her eyes briefly. When she opens them again, a single tear spills over her bottom lashes. “I thought it was the only way, and before you say it, I know I was too stubborn to hear you out. I’m sorry, Enzo.”
“Hey…” I kiss her, cupping her face gently with my hand. “Someone wise once told me that we’re always where we’re meant to be at any given moment.”
“Someone wise?”
“Probably Meggie.” I suck my top lip to stop myself from chuckling. “Tell me what you thought about when you made yourself come for Brian.”
She lifts her head from the pillow, her lips following mine. “I thought about your tongue on my clit.”
“Was I that good?” I arch my eyebrows at her and her smile grows wide.
“You must’ve been although…”
“Although…?” I push her legs apart with my knee, and cup her mound with my hand.
“My memories are a little fuzzy right now.”
I slide a finger inside her. “Do you need me to remind you?”
“Maybe.”
I curl my finger around the spot inside her that always had her gasping, and my pulse spikes when her lips part, and her breathing grows shallow. “Like that?” My voice is thick with desire.
She licks her lips. “I don’t know. You might need to add another finger.”
I suck on her bottom lip as I slide a second finger inside her, adding pressure to the same spot, my palm brushing her clit.
“Better?”
“A little,” she teases, shifting her hips and spreading her legs wider. “Maybe you should try using your tongue.”
I kiss her lips. “Where?”
“Down a bit.”
I lick my way down her throat, blocking out the bruises, and suck between her breasts, drawing blood to the surface in a perfect tiny imprint of my mouth.
“Here?”
“Lower,” she says, sounding breathless.
“I don’t recall you being so demanding.” I kneel between her legs and fill her belly button with my tongue, sucking a tiny circle of kisses around it while my fingers work inside her and my thumb circles her clit.
“Have you forgotten already?”
“Show me, Demi. Show me where you want me.”
Obediently, she snakes a hand between us, slides her middle finger between her legs, coating it with her juices, and rubs her clit beneath my palm. “I want you to lick right here.”
“Ask me again.” I probe her walls with my fingers while she works her clit.
“Please, Enzo.”
Her breasts jiggle as she rubs herself, and she raises her head from the pillow to meet my gaze. I’m already so hard my cock is aching.
“I want you to beg, baby. Show me how badly you want it.”
“Please fuck me with your tongue. Now, Enzo, before it’s too late and I come all over your fingers.”
Sliding my fingers out of her, I part her thighs with my thumbs, ignoring the dull throb in my shoulder, and lower my head between her legs. “This is the sweetest fucking view in the world.”
Demi’s legs tremble in my hands. “It’s even more spectacular from where I’m sitting.”
“Fuck are you gonna get it. I hope you’re ready for me, baby.”
“I’ve been ready since the day I met you.”
I grin and move her fingers to expose her clit. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
“Best get started then.”
I drag my tongue flat across the softened bud, her taste setting in motion a domino effect of sparks and adrenaline and blood pumping directly to my loins. She tastes even sweeter than I remember, and once I start licking and sucking, I don’t want to stop.
Her thighs quiver beneath my thumbs, and I spread her legs wider, bending her knees, and pushing them back to raise her ass above the mattress.
Her clit spasms against my tongue as she arches her spine, her orgasm already close.
Too fucking close.
“Don’t come yet, Demi. I’ve barely gotten started.”
“I can’t stop it.” She’s panting, breathless.
I part her folds and lick inside her, lapping up her juices and sucking on her mound, paying attention to her pussy without touching her clit.
It’s like water to a man dying of thirst. I curl my tongue inside her, feeling her walls clenching around me, while I watch her reach for the pillow behind her with one hand and drag it over her face.
I stop licking. “Nu-huh. I want to see you, Demi. I want to watch you come.”
With a groan, she tosses the pillow aside and tilts her chin towards the ceiling. “More, Enzo. I’m so close.”
I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. “More of that? Talk to me, baby.”
“Suck it.”
“What word did you forget?”
“Please, Enzo. Please suck my clit until I can’t fucking breathe.”
I smile and blow on the swollen nub to cool it down. “That’s more like it.”
I drag my tongue hard across it, feeling it spasm, then I lick it gently, reverently, giving it the attention it deserves, before I give her what she wants. The instant I suck it between my lips, she groans out loud.
“I can’t hear you,” I pause sucking long enough to say.
“Please don’t make me scream, Enzo. The nurses…”
“Will be so fucking jealous when they hear you come.”
She huffs out a sound that’s part chuckle and part I’m-coming-right-fucking-now breathlessness.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Don’t… stop…”
“Oh, baby, that’s music to my ears.”
I flick my tongue back and forth across her clit, then suck on it hard, feeling it swell and pulse inside my mouth.
Lick and suck. Lick and suck, until her body bucks, and then I smother it with my mouth and give it the flat of my tongue while she writhes and wriggles underneath me, and her orgasm crashes through her.
When her body goes limp, I free my cock from my pants and rub it around her entrance. “Want more?” I say, my voice like gravel.
“Yes.” It’s barely more than a whisper.
I slide the slick head of my shaft inside her, knowing that this is going to be the quickest climax in the history of time. “Tell me what you want, Demi.”
“I want you, Enzo.” It ends with an inhale that’s almost a sob.
I lower my body on top of her, supporting myself on my good side, and slide my cock in deep, seating it all the way to my balls. “Feels like fucking heaven.”
She smiles, her whole face lighting up as she winds her fingers through my hair and pulls my face to hers. “I love you, Enzo Sabatelli.”
I kiss her while her walls tighten around me and I find my rhythm, my strokes hard and demanding, my own orgasm too close to hold out.
“You’re stuck with me now, baby,” I murmur against her lips.
“Is that a promise?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
My lips crush hers as I reach my climax, filling her up with my cum, my body juddering on top of her until we’re both finally still.
Eventually, when our breathing has calmed, and her walls start evicting me from inside her, I roll onto my side and mold her body to mine.
“I love you too, baby. Don’t ever forget it.”
I’m still smiling when I close my eyes and allow sleep to finally claim me.