He withdrew just as I was teetering on the edge of release, pulling a whine from my chest.
“Don’t stop,” came my breathless plea.
“Look at me.”
The command was husky and deep, and I obeyed, dropping my gaze to where he lay perched between my spread-open thighs.
Holy mother of God. I wasn’t kidding earlier when I said I married the hottest man on the planet.
In the dim lighting, his hazel eyes glowed gold, filled with a fire that had my core temperature rising no less than a hundred degrees. Motion caught my eye, and when I saw him licking his lips, I moaned at the sight of his stubbled chin glistening with my arousal.
Low and throaty, he rasped, “Only thing that would make this better would be if you hadn’t showered me off you.”
My mouth dropped open. Surely, he couldn’t be implying what I thought he was? That he wanted to eat me out while I tasted of his cum? Was that something men enjoyed?
“Now do me a favor, sweetheart, and crush my head between these thick thighs when you come.” That was all he said before diving back in, with even more enthusiasm than before, which I hadn’t thought possible.
It wasn’t long before I was doing exactly as he demanded, my thighs pressed so tight to his ears I worried I might suffocate the man. But my concern for his well-being flew right out the window when his teeth latched onto my clit and tugged gently, sparking bright bolts of ecstasy to shoot through my nervous system.
With a high-pitched cry of completion, I shattered, my soul fracturing into a million tiny shards that scattered to the far reaches of the universe.
Blissed out of my mind as I came back to my senses, it took me a while to realize Enzo hadn’t abandoned his post, his tongue continuing to lick between my legs with fervor.
I tapped his shoulder lazily. “Enzo.”
“Mmm.” His efforts didn’t cease.
A moan escaped my parted lips. Damn, what he was doing felt so good.
When I tried to wiggle away, he clamped down on my thighs hard enough to leave bruises, locking me in place.
Finally, he peeked up, his eyes narrowed to thin slits. “Not. Done,” he growled.
Breathless, I confessed, “I came. Y-you can stop now.”
“I’m not stopping until you’ve drenched these sheets.”
Like he hadn’t just shocked me to high hell with a few simple words, he went back to work, focused on his task of making me question whether it was possible to pass out from too much pleasure. Because I was fairlycertain I would discover the answer tonight if Enzo had anything to say about it.
I’d waited twenty-five years to experience sex with a partner, and while the circumstances of my marriage meant I would only ever sleep with one man, at least he was the furthest thing from a selfish lover. The situation surrounding us wasn’t ideal, but it sure as hell could’ve been a lot worse.
A tight fist of pressure gathered low in my belly—a warning that my second orgasm was imminent. Already, I could tell it was going to be more intense than the first, and I tried my best to stave it off, terrified that this release would be the one that destroyed me, but I was powerless against Enzo’s targeted ministrations. Especially when he took advantage of my lust-induced delirium to slip one finger inside me and curled it in a way that massaged my inner walls at the perfect spot.
Like a maestro conducting a perfect symphony, my husband orchestrated an earth-shattering climax that rocked my world and sent me soaring into the stratosphere with a shrill scream.
Still, he didn’t slow the sensual strokes of his tongue, and knowing I wouldn’t survive a third, I all but sobbed, “Too much. I can’t.”
Enzo let out a discontented grumble but relented and crawled up my body. He wasted no time in notching the head of his cock at my entrance, and I couldn’t fight my body’s natural reflex to tense up against the impending intrusion.
Huffing out stuttered breaths like he’d just surfaced from a deep-water dive, he dropped his forehead to mine. “One finger was a snug fit. This is gonna hurt.”
Swallowing thickly, I replied, “I know. Just get it over with.”
I felt his head shake as he muttered wryly, “Words every man is dying to hear on the verge of sinking balls deep inside a beautiful woman.”
My eye roll was audible. “Don’t go losing your erection, Mr. I’m Going To Fuck You Into Next Week.”
Enzo reared back, and I barely had time to register the dangerous gleam in his eyes before his hand was around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision go blurry at the edges.
