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My fingers in her hair slow and tighten, pulling her head back closer to me. “I have a thing for your hair.”
She stops laughing, peering up at me with soft green eyes that make my heart feel like it's grown a few sizes.
I release her. “Rinse.”
She eyes me as she pulls her head back letting the water wash the soap away, then takes a sponge from the caddy as well as my shower gel and starts to soap my chest. Slowly running her hands over my tattoos, tracing the lines. Her hand moves further down over my lower stomach, trailing lightly down my cock. She looks up at me the moment she wraps her hand around it and strokes it back and forth. Her eyes sharpen as she watches my reaction. She reminds me of a cat when it’s getting ready to pounce. My eyes flick down to watch where her dainty hand is curled around my cock. I didn’t realise I could be attracted to someone’s hands but lo and behold I like hers. Long thin fingers with pink almond-shaped nails and a few delicate gold rings. I think I’m becoming obsessed.
She looks down and watches as she pumps but I want to see her eyes. I wrap my hand around her throat and angle her face up at me. She lifts her chin and there’s something about it that’s so elegant. I swear her green eyes pierce right into my soul. I think they’ve been burned into my memory.
I tighten my grip around her throat and her mouth curves into the most devilish grin. It makes me want to fucking devour her. I crash my mouth into hers, pushing her up against the shower screen. She closes her teeth over my bottom lip before dropping to her knees in front of me and Christ is it a sight to see. Her dark hair plastered to her back, her hand pumping me slowly but the grip tight how I like it. She looks straight into my eyes as she parts her lips and takes me inside her hot mouth. A breathy groan slips from me and I plant my hand on the shower screen, the other fisting her hair. Seeing her on her knees, my cock in her mouth has me nearly half mad.
“Fuck.” I groan as she starts sucking my dick like it's her job. She's doing it exactly how I like, messy and rough. She's dancing her tongue on the ridge underneath while she takes me right to the back of her throat, she gags but it doesn’t slow her down. She pulls her head away with watery eyes only to spit on it. Fuck. My balls tighten. I'm going to come in a minute if I don’t pull myself together.
I grip her by the arms pulling her up. She makes a sound of annoyance and I chuckle, flipping her around so she's bent over her palms pressed flat against the shower screen. “I need to feel that pussy.” I growl and she whimpers. That goddamn sound is going to be the death of me.
I thrust into her, her hot pussy clenching around my cock like a vice as I do. The rippling heat of her almost sends me to my knees. I wrap her hair around my fist twice pulling her head up so she can see us in the mirror opposite.
“Watch how I fuck you. Watch how I make that pretty pussy mine.” Her mouth pops open as she watches, transfixed by our reflection. I’m slamming my hips into her with such force I think I might shatter the glass screen.
“Fuck Enzo.” The sound of my name on her lips in that deep lust-filled voice does something to me. I’m possessed.
“Say my name again.” I rasp as I reach around so I can circle her clit. I want to feel her completely unravel around my cock. She lets out a breathy whimper that has me groaning myself.
“Enzo.” She moans a lot louder this time and I can feel myself getting close.
I groan. “Fuck.” My hand slams against the glass screen. “Tell me you’re on the pill.” My voice is no more than a strangled growl.
“Yes!” She cries out desperately. “I’m on the pill.” It comes out rushed and it’s all I needed to hear, I don’t think I would have cared if she wasn’t, this feels like claiming and fuck, I’m fine with it.
“Please.” She begs as the pressure builds and she comes apart, her tense body going loose. I have to hold her by the hips so her knees don’t give out. I pull out of her and spin her round picking her up so her back is pressed against the shower screen, slamming back home. Her head drops back against the glass exposing the long column of her neck. My lips close around her pulse point working my way over her chest and breasts. Her fingernails rake down my back hard enough that I let out a hiss. A couple more thrusts and I'm nearly tipping over the edge myself. Her whimpers have me exploding into climax.
A shudder rips through me and my head falls forward resting on the glass next to hers, I’m sending whoever makes this shower glass a fucking bonus. I'm panting like a dog. She unwinds her legs from my waist dropping into a standing position.
Hands slipping up my arms and into my hair. “Jesus Christ.” She pants “You’re like a bloody athlete.” I let out a laugh and she presses a light kiss on my cheek. I enjoy her honesty. No trying to be a lady or a bullshit coy act. She’s unapologetically her and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it. This girl is going to be the death of me.
We finally manage to get ourselves dressed. She's in a pair of my grey joggers and white tee which comes down to mid-thigh. I've seen her in some hot outfits but it hasn’t got anything on seeing her in my clothes, smelling like me. It’s the sexiest I've ever seen her. I decide at this moment that I only ever want to see her wearing my clothes.
We make our way downstairs to the kitchen where Fran is loading biscotti from a baking sheet into a fancy glass jar on the island. Her beige overalls are splattered in old paint and marks from whatever craft she's decided on today. Her brown curls are held back by a green bandana. One of our ma’s old cookbooks lay open on the side. I’m not sure why she still reads them, I'm sure she knows every recipe by heart.
She looks up and takes a double take when they land on Casimira in my clothes. She pulls her face into a polite smile but I don't miss the way her sharp grey eyes flash at me.
“You must be Cas.” She wraps her in a warm embrace. “I've heard so much about you.”
Casimira turns her eyes to me suspiciously and raises one brow in question.
“Oh, not from him.” Fran cuts in, waving a hand in my direction. “He doesn't tell me anything but Benny is the biggest gossip you’ll ever meet. I'm Francesca, the youngest.”
“It's lovely to meet you, Enzo actually has told me a lot about you.”
“All good I hope.” Fran shoots me a death glare.
I reach out and pinch her cheek like I used to when she was a kid, just to annoy her. “Of course.” She shakes me off glaring at me some more.
“I don't think I’ve ever met a family with such good genes,” Casimira says.
Fran blushes because she’s terrible at receiving compliments but laughs it off. “Don’t let Luca hear you say that, his ego is already the size of Texas.”
Casimira smiles warmly at my sister and it does something to my chest. “I'm just going to get my bag from the car, I left my phone there last night. I'll be back in a second.” Fran nods politely as Cas heads for the door leading down to the garage. The second the garage door swings shut she rounds on me, all her earlier smiles and warmth gone from her face.
