Epilogue
TWELVE MONTHS LATER
Demi
“Where do you want this?” The voice belongs to a walking, talking palm tree in a gigantic brass-finished pot.
“In the corner near the window.” I barely glance at it as I rearrange two squashy pumpkin-colored couches around an old hand-tied rug that I picked up from a flea market a few weeks ago.
“Here?” The palm tree sounds remarkably like Enzo, who parts the fronds and peers out at me like a tribal warrior in the jungle tracking intruders.
I giggle. “All you need is some warpaint and a loincloth, and you could wear the plant as a headdress.”
He steps out from behind the palm tree, crosses the room, and wraps his arms around my waist, pinning my hips to him. “A loincloth, huh? Is that some strange new obsession you forgot to mention?”
“Maybe.” I slant my eyes at him. “How do you feel about wearing a loincloth for me in bed tonight?”
“If it makes you smile, I’d wear a grocery bag with cut-out holes for my legs and my cock.” He pauses to let the image settle. “But in case you’ve forgotten, we don’t have a bed to sleep in tonight, because someone has been too busy to come and test new beds with me.”
Today is the day we’re moving out of Enzo’s penthouse and into a loft apartment on Nassau Street, Manhattan.
It’s a spacious home that consists of an entire level of the building complete with wraparound terrace, floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, and a view of Central Park.
We chose it together, on a bright day when the sun was streaming through the windows and making the hard wood floors gleam like spun gold.
Today it’s cloudy, the city flinching beneath gloomy cloud cover and a relentless horizontal drizzle creating lightning streaks down the glass panes… and the apartment is still perfect.
Because it’s ours.
“I haven’t found the right one yet,” I say. “Besides, we have rugs.”
Enzo peers down at the hand-tied rug between the couches. “We could push the couches together, I guess.” His eyebrows dance independently.
“Or we could drag a couple of comforters outside and sleep on the terrace.”
“In the rain?” He frowns but he can’t maintain it for long.
“It’ll stop later.” I twist in his arms to face the view outside our new apartment, my back against his chest, and he rests his chin on the top of my head. “I can’t think of a better way to spend our first night in our new home.”
“I can.” I feel the rumble of his voice and his heartbeat through the back of my shirt.
“Would you care to elaborate?” I tilt my face to peer up at him.
“Well, it would start with the bottle of champagne currently chilling in the fridge.”
“I like it so far.”
“That’s because you’re easily pleased.” He chuckles. “How many times did you come last night?”
I shake my head. “I refuse to swell your ego anymore by answering that question.”
“I think we could do better.”
I gasp and swivel around in his arms to face him. “Almost sounds as if you’re keeping a record of my orgasms, Enzo Sabatelli. Am I going to find a little black notebook amongst your stuff when we start unpacking?”
“Nope.” He taps the side of his head. “It’s all stored in here.”
He wanted to pay a moving company to handle everything for us, but he quickly caved when I described the joy of setting up our new home together and discovering all the new rooms to fuck in.
I was sucking his cock at the time, so it might’ve had some influence, but a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.
I’m still sore from our last night in his penthouse, but my pussy is already tingling as I scrunch my toes into the rug underfoot and rub my hips against his.
“Maybe we should open the champagne now,” I suggest huskily, “before the rest of our stuff arrives.”
Enzo pretends to check his wristwatch. “We’ve got a couple of hours. How many should we aim for this time?”
Heat floods my face. “Depends on whether your tongue has had a chance to recover yet or not.”
Enzo fists my hair and kisses me deep and slow, his tongue probing my mouth. “Only one way to find out.”
Our lips are still locked when he drags my shirt over my head and unfastens my bra.
His fingers find my tender nipples, dragging them into hard peaks before his hot tongue follows through, and I find myself instinctively spreading my legs wide.
My panties are damp, my jeans rubbing on my swollen clit, but my pussy is already imagining how hot it will be fucking on every surface of our new apartment.
I barely register his knuckles grazing my belly as he unfastens the waistband of my jeans and pushes them down over my hips. His fingers curl around the lace edge of my panties, and I hear them rip.
“Enzo!”
But my heart races as he kneels at my feet, parts my entrance, and laps my tingling clit with the flat of his tongue.
My gaze tracks to the window. This isn’t his penthouse suite where no one can see us fucking in full view.
We’re surrounded by other buildings, and…
fuck… I’m naked, and I can see other people moving around behind their own windows.
“Do you want me to stop?” His tongue is in and out of me, along with at least two fingers, and last night’s orgasm must’ve been waiting in the shadows for a chance to leap right back out at me and start all over again.
“No!” I gasp. “The windows…” It’s a half-hearted warning, and we both know it.
Enzo is already sucking on my clit. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, and I don’t give a fuck who sees us because I can’t think about anything else but the feel of his tongue between my legs.
I weave my fingers through his hair, holding his face steady while I grind my hips against his tongue. “I’m going to come.” I can barely form a coherent thought outside of the pleasure rippling through my body and setting every nerve ending alight.
“First orgasm in our new home.” He has somehow mastered the art of talking and licking at the same time because the sensation doesn’t stop, or at least, if it did, my clit didn’t get the memo. “Let it come, baby.”
And I do.
It explodes, making my legs tremble, and my body convulse. I bend double, afraid that I’ll collapse if I don’t cling to him as wave after glorious wave washes through me, sending stars spiraling behind my eyes.
I barely have a chance to draw a steadying breath when Enzo’s hands find my ass and he lifts me up, unbuckling his pants at the same time, and freeing his erection.
I slide down onto him, relishing the stretch as he settles his length inside me and his mouth finds mine.
“Ride me, baby,” he says between hot demanding kisses.
I place my hands on his shoulders and bounce on him, my nipples rubbing against his shirt. “Not fair. You need to get naked too.”
“All in good time.” He walks with me impaled on his cock and sets me down on one of the couches, kneeling over me while he drags his shirt over his head.
My eyes rake his naked chest as if seeing him for the first time. I reach up and pinch his nipples, and he grabs my wrists, pinning them behind my head.
“Not yet.” He licks my jaw from my chin to my ear. “Make yourself come for me, baby.”
He doesn’t waste a beat. He stands up and removes his pants, his cock springing free and arcing towards me, as I drape one leg over the back of the sofa and rub my slick around my throbbing clit.
I sense the rain lashing the windows and tell myself that no one will be able to see us through the drizzle as I feel my orgasm simmering, preparing for round two.
“You’re close again…” Enzo stands back and watches me while he strokes his shaft, his gaze making my fingers work harder to bring my climax back to the surface.
“So close…” I pant.
With a mischievous smile, Enzo kneels on either side of my face on the couch and rubs his cock around my mouth. “Will this help?”
I open my mouth, tilt my head back, and wrap my lips around him as he leans over me, and his tongue takes over on my clit. Fuck! The orgasm erupts with such force, I can barely control my mouth around his girth, and gag when he slides deeper.
He spreads my ass cheeks and finds the puckered nub between them, sliding a finger inside me and stoking the flames of my orgasm.
I grip his shaft and suck so hard my cheeks hurt, a thrill traveling through me when I feel his climax pulsing through his length.
But in one fluid movement, I find myself rolling off the couch and being moved around like a rag doll, unable to protest. He lies on the floor and I’m impaled on him, his hands cupping my breasts while his hips thrust his cock deeper inside my pussy.
“Come for me again, baby.” His blown pupils lock onto mine, and I know that I’ll never be able to refuse him anything.
I ride with him, and slide my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit against his shaft, the friction sending my brain cells reeling.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” He squeezes my breasts, and heat builds up inside me until it feels as if there’s nowhere else for it to go. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want, Demi.”
“Deeper,” I manage between raggedy gasping breaths.
Enzo lifts me off him, turns me around so that I’m facing the couch, and bends me over it, spreading my legs from behind. My knees leave the floor when he drives his cock inside me, filling me to the brim.
“Deep enough for you?” he murmurs, his breath tickling my ear.
“Yes.” No. I don’t know how it’s possible to want more, but the more I get, the more I want. My body is getting greedier for him with every passing day.
“Good girl.”
His tongue finds my ear, and it’s like swimming underwater with him inside me, the two of us connected by his cock inside my pussy.
Then his finger is at the entrance between my ass cheeks again, and the sensation of his shaft grinding against my walls, his tongue in my ear, and his fingers at my ass sends me hurtling towards an even higher precipice.
“Don’t stop, Enzo.” I reach between my legs and work my softened swollen clit again, my fingers grazing his shaft as it slides almost all the way out and finds its way home again.
“I’m never going to stop, baby. I’m all yours.”