“That’s a little rude, Chef,” I teased as his hand lay flat on my breastbone, and he pushed me back on my heels, awakening a shuddering cry from my chest when he cupped my sex like he owned it, then pushed two thick fingers inside me.
“I love you like this. Confident and naked for me to look at.” He traced each nipple with the pad of his thumb. “Tits out.” His thumb went to my mouth, and he slid it between my teeth. I lightly bit as he worked his fingers in and out of me rhythmically like a dance he was teaching me the moves to. “Lips swollen,” he said before pressing a quick kiss to my mouth. “These lips puckered and ready, too,” he added when swiping his fingers over the sensitive part of my sex.
God, he was touching me in so many places, I couldn’t keep track.
Before I knew it, he was stretched out on his back, guiding me on top of him. “Sit on my face, sweetheart. Let me get that taste.”
I grabbed hold of the headboard with one hand as he cupped my ass cheeks, urging me to kneel over his mouth. Was I really doing this?
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.