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Annie
His eyes no longer watch my face. They’re watching my fingers. After a minute, he nudges my hand away, taking over my preferred rhythm himself by using a mixture of his tongue, mouth, and fingers. I lose myself in the sensations he’s piling on. His eyes flicker with the same desire that’s coursing through my veins.
“Enzo.” I buck up off the mattress. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he says, his one large hand gripping my breast, pinching my nipple. “I’m going to make you.”
My body is moving so much, I have no idea how he’s able to keep me in place. His mouth is so talented. He’s the fucking Picasso of oral sex. He’s just as talented in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom. Damn it. I curse myself for thinking about that now. Especially when all I can think of is my legs spread wide on the conference table with him in a chair in front of me.
He groans, his pace increasing, his fingers probing while he sucks my clit.
I try to fight my impending orgasm to prolong this unforgettable ecstasy, but my ass rises off the bed and he grips my cheeks to keep me in place, burying his entire face in my core.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, my toes curling and my fingers gripping the sheets until they ache.
He lets my climax wash over me, gradually decreasing his speed until my back is on the mattress and my eyes struggle to remain open.
Enzo crawls up my body, then his hand splays across the back of my head and he threads his fingers through my hair. He kisses me, and I taste myself on his tongue, only spurring another flutter of desire. The tip of his cock pushes at my opening, waking me from my daze.
I push on his chest. “Condom.”
He smiles, kissing my jaw. “Give me a second.”
Enzo stands, and I miss the weight of his body immediately. He walks over to his computer bag and produces a strip of condoms. My smile falters. Is he always ready and available to screw whoever is willing?
“You’re overthinking. I bought them at Target just in case.” He kisses my neck.
How did he even know what I was thinking? Because he reads people so well. It’s why he’s so great at his job.
“You sure about that?”
“These were bought with the sole intention of using them with you.” He sits up on his knees, and I watch him slide it down his thick erection. “But if you’d rather not?”
His hands slide down the outside of my thighs, his touch soft and caring.
He’s right. I’m overthinking this.
I sit up, grab the back of his neck, and pull him down on top of me. “We’re using them.”
I kiss him and he lets his weight fall on me a bit, his tongue pushing into my mouth at the same time as he inches his way inside me. I open my legs wider to accommodate him. No one has filled me the way he does.
“We good?” he asks once he’s fully seated inside me.
I bite my lip and nod.
When he circles his hips, easing in and out of me, all my worries from earlier vanish. I can only focus on the multitude of sensations overwhelming my body and the intense look on his face as he takes me in below him. His lips venture to my jaw and ear but always return to my mouth as though he can’t go too long without a kiss.
Sweat forms between our skin, our breathing labored the longer we grind together. He places his hands on either side of my head and thrusts as deep as he can. I buck up to meet him, wanting him to hit that same spot over and over.
Our eyes are locked, and somewhere between our moans, the heat building in the small room, and feeling of us becoming one, I lose myself in a hurricane named Enzo. He whirls me around, my thoughts jumbled, and the moment I think I’m on solid ground, he whisks me away again.
“Fuck, Annie.” He hammers into me again. “You feel so good. So wet.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, and he sinks in deeper.
“You need to come.” He struggles to get the words out through his clenched jaw.
