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True to his word, he doesn’t keep going while I try to search for the words. A lie, the truth, I don’t know and I don’t care. “I don’t think I’ll be any good at sexy talk,” I admit to him as he returns to devouring me like I’m his favorite meal. “It’s not something I’ve practiced.”
The words come out in pants and are frequently interrupted by moans. Enzo eats me out like a man starved. He buries his face in me, flicking his tongue across my clit. He spears his tongue inside of me, curling it to hit to most sensitive spots I’ve never been able to find myself. His nose bumps against my clit as his tongue is deep inside, causing bubbles of pleasure to go up my spine.
He chuckles against me, the scruff of his jaw scraping against the sensitive insides of my thighs. I hadn’t realized they had tightened around his head to hold him in place. “You could recite your grocery list and just the sound of your broken attempt at words through your moans would be the goddamn sexiest thing I have ever heard,” he encourages me. “God, you taste as sweet as you smell. I can’t wait until you flood my mouth when you come. It’s going to be the best thing to have ever been in my mouth.”
I’m not sure if the words I’m saying make any sense as he goes back to teasing me. They fall from my lips in earnest, and Enzo rewards me for each one.
I reach down and grab onto his hair to pull him away from me. He comes off grumbling, glaring at me like I stole his candy. “I don’t know if I’ll come like this. I have trouble getting myself off and it takes a while,” I admit to him. “We can do something else.”
“I’m not the one to back away from a challenge. You’ll come on my tongue, and I don’t care if it takes us all night to get you there.” The dirty promise comes from his mouth before he dives back in. This time, the teasing stops, and he fucks me with his tongue. My back bows off the bed. Gasps fall from my lip because if I thought it had been good before, this is simply…
Wow.
But the thing that sends me tumbling over the edge is when I look down and see he’s shoved his pants off his hips and is rubbing his cock to the taste of me.
Chapter Twenty-Four- Enzo
Getting Emma off is a full-body experience. There’s no sight more beautiful than her when she came. No taste sweeter than her arousal on my lips. No sound is more melodic than her cries. No touch more grounding than her thighs pressing against my ears. And no smell better than our sweat mingling together.
She’s staring directly at me, but her eyes don’t focus on anything as ragged breaths wreck her body. She is pliant on the bed, her eyes finally coming into focus to watch as I stroke my hard cock at the sight of her. A whimper falls from her lips and I’m not sure she realizes she made the sound.
“If you’re going to keep staring at him, you might as well get closer and say hi,” I tease her. I regret it when she pulls out of her daze to look at me. She blinks and rearranges her pink-stained face. I can tell she’s trying to build a wall back up between us, keep me in the little bubble she assigned me to.
I won’t let her. Pushing her back into the bed, I press a kiss into her lips. She relinquishes control immediately, something that must be an aftereffect of her orgasm. Her back bows, pressing her chest up against mine. I smile against her lips and she molds her body to mine. Her hips slot between my legs, her torso molds to mine. The perfect fit.
“Wait, wait,” she says, pulling out of her post-orgasm daze a bit, much to my displeasure. “We can’t, I’m not…” she starts, gulping down the words that want to come out. “I’m not on birth control.”
A wicked smile spreads across my lips. “I don’t see a problem with that,” I tell her. Fuck, I’ve only been a dad for a little while, and I already want to fill the house with more babies. Emma and I made a cool-ass child, and I want more.
She shakes her head, pushing herself away from me. I growl at the movement, which earns me an eye roll from her. There are a lot more fun ways I could get her eyes rolling if she would just let me get back to it.
“I’m not ready for more kids. Not yet. Matteo is a good kid, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t hard,” Emma tells me. She’s forgetting she isn’t doing it alone anymore. She has adjusted to being a single mother, and I want to be involved in our children’s lives, she has support here, which is a foreign concept to her.
“Fine, but we’re rectifying that as soon as possible. We’ll get you to a doctor here soon. In the meantime, there are lots of fun ways to get off,” I tell her.
“You too,” she says, gasping as I play with the breast that so badly wants my attention. Her skin is so fucking soft and pale, it’s just begging to be marred. I dip my head to the swell of her breast, peppering it with kisses before her words process for me.
“Hmm?” I hum. “I don’t think they make birth control for men, tesorino.”
That damn eye roll again. I make the best of it by pulling her nipple into my mouth and worshiping it with my tongue. Her face quickly contorts while her gasps and moans echo through the room.
“Not… not birth control,” she struggles to get the words out while I continue my ministrations. “If we’re not going to use condoms, then I need to know you’re clean.”
Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. God, this woman.
“I’m serious. I’m not letting you put your cock in me until I see the clean test results with my own eyes,” she tells me. Stubborn woman.
“I haven’t been with another woman in five years, but I’ll get the damn piece of paper. And then, I’m going to spend the next three days fucking you over every surface of the house. Now, if you’re done talking, I have better things to do with my mouth.”
I try to move back down to the junction between her legs, more than a little enthusiastic to get her damn addictive taste back on my tongue. Emma is quickly becoming my favorite meal.
Her eyes widen as her hands scramble for purchase on the bed and she pushes herself away from me. I groan in disappointment and she closes her legs and tucks them under her. “I already came. It’s your turn now.”
“I didn’t say I was done. Now lay back like a good girl and let me finish.” Her breath catches in her throat, her pupils expanding in arousal at my words. Her reaction to my dirty talk is going to be the death of me. I’m going to tie her up and torment the both of us by spending hours whispering in her ear, just so I can watch her blush spread and body spasm.
“I want to do something for you though,” she says, her voice barely louder than a whisper. Her mouth says one thing, but her blown-wide pupils tell me she wants to spread herself out like a buffet dinner.
“Trust me, this is for me.” I take things into my own hands, pushing her back down onto the beds and pulling her legs to the edge. Since I don’t bring women back to my bedroom, it lacks the supplies I want to use on her. I’ll rectify that tomorrow.
