Let Me Love You (69)

That shy heat of embarrassment flushed my body, raking like hot coals over my skin.

“Maria, if you don’t fuck my mouth, my cock won’t fuck yours.”

“You’re playing dirty.” I looked down at him and mock-pouted.

“You don’t need to be shy.” He squeezed my ass harder, and I whimpered, situating myself on top of this freaking gorgeous man, and my nerves and insecurities melted away the second his tongue flicked my clit and he began feasting on me.

He growled and moaned and made other hot, sexy sounds that had my head spinning. My thoughts became a chaotic, undecipherable mess.

“I don’t want to get off yet, Enzo. I want you inside me for that,” I begged, realizing he was taking me to the cusp of an orgasm, and I was about to cry for God in a second. “Let me . . . taste you,” I said. Well, panted.

The word “fiiine” slid over my sex as he said it, and then he had me back on my knees with him standing on the bed before me all in a matter of seconds.

I grabbed hold of his muscular leg and tipped my chin to look up at him. I circled his cock with my other hand and wet my lips as I brought myself closer to him.

I sank my mouth over his head and swirled my tongue as he gripped my hair, guiding my eyes up to peer at him.

My cheeks hollowed out, and I took him inch by inch, as far back as I could get. Maybe it was too far, because I gagged a little, and that had his dick twitching in my mouth. I eased back up some and used my hand to glide up and down in time with my mouth, adding a little pressure.

“Fuuuck,” he hissed, nearly snarling at me as if he were trying to maintain his control and angry I was about to crack it in half. He began cursing, this time in Italian, while guiding my head with my hair, helping me out, and then he shoved back a minute later, nearly pushing me free from him. “Fire,” he remarked in a grave tone, reminding me to behave. Not to get him off, and I had a feeling there’d be consequences if I did.

And why’d I feel giddy at the idea of this man punishing me for being bad?

He stepped off the bed a moment later to grab the condoms. I watched his firm ass muscles and legs flex as he walked. Every inch of him rigid as he came back to me. The fire I wasn’t supposed to play with lit a path straight to me, and I felt the singe creep up on my skin, warming me. Igniting my every nerve ending with expectation of what was to come.

Finally.

“My Maria,” he said with brows slanted as he rolled the rubber over himself, shielding us from the possibility of a baby I hoped he’d give me one day. The idea of Chiara having a brother or sister had my heart leaping.

Armed with protection now, he stood at the edge of the bed and simply looked at me, like he was seeing me for the first time. Soaking in the sight of me.

God, did I feel stunning and beautiful whenever his eyes were on me.

“You,” he half grunted. “You make me feel again.” His hand went over his heart as his tone changed to a more tender one. “I didn’t think it was possible.”

His words had my chest going tight as every emotion flooded my system.

“Thank you,” he whispered before joining me on the bed. With a hand to my chest, he gently guided me to my back and climbed on top of me.

“You make me feel, too,” I said, letting him know we were on the same page, and he nodded before nudging my thighs apart.

“It’s going to hurt,” he warned while dragging his tip over my center. “But only for a second. Because your body was made for me, Tesoro. Mine for you,” he hoarsely added, and as I grabbed hold of his biceps in anticipation, he plunged deep inside me with zero hesitation.

He was buried to the hilt, and I moaned while arching into him. His forehead dropped to mine as I sucked in a ragged breath. Holy shit.

Pulling his head back, Enzo gritted out a string of Italian words I didn’t recognize. As he gazed deep into my eyes, a fluttery sensation overwhelmed me, and I felt . . . whole.

I couldn’t hold back the tears burning my eyes as he started to move again, slowly stretching me, filling me to perfection. “You’re my forever,” I breathlessly confessed.

He studied me, and an unexpected sheen covered his eyes. “Mine, too,” he whispered, leaning in to softly kiss me. And then . . . holy shit . . . he let me have it.

Harder. Faster. Pistoning in and out.

Meeting him thrust for thrust, I ground my hips against his as he hit my sensitive bundle of nerves. Every. Single. Time. “Oh God,” I cried and began a slow murmur of chants in between breathless moans as I climbed the mountain of ecstasy.

“Come for me, Tesoro,” he said a few minutes later, straining like he was doing his best not to lose himself first.

My body tightened, toes curled, and every part of me was on fire as I fought back the urge to scream so loud that everyone in the house-mansion would hear me.

Slapping a hand over my mouth while maintaining hold of his other arm, I cried against my palm as my release tore through me.

Studying me, Enzo’s jaw tightened, and I felt his cock jerk and thrum as he reached his release. He groaned, and when my tired arm fell to my side, my hand leaving my mouth, he bent in and set his lips to mine. He kissed me softly as he rode the rest of his orgasm, and I surrendered to the rest of mine.

I knew after this, I’d never be the same again. I’d never accept anything other than what I deserved. And this man made me feel like I deserved the entire world, and God willing, he’d stay with me in that world forever.