Enzo
Izzy’s soft, warm body is next to mine, curled up on the edge of the bed, as far from me as she can get. She’s not asleep. She’s never this still in her sleep.
“Iz,” I whisper, keeping my voice low.
“Yeah?”
“Come cuddle me?” I hate how whiny I sound.
She huffs a quiet laugh. Hesitates. Then slowly turns, resting her head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine.
The clock on the nightstand reads one in the morning.
“Merry Christmas,” I murmur, holding her tightly.
She tilts her head up to meet my eyes. “Merry Christmas.”
Her lips part as her sleepy gaze drifts over my face.
Fuck.
I lean down and press my lips to hers. She moans, gasping softly into my mouth, letting me deepen it.
When I pull back, her lips are slightly swollen. I groan, “Just one more.” Then I close the gap and devour her mouth.
She clutches at me as I shift, rolling her beneath me.
My cock settles between her thighs, heat bleeding through the thin fabric. She rocks against me, hooking one leg around my hip.
My hand slips beneath her shirt—my shirt—skin burning beneath my palm.
“Enzo,” she gasps when my fingers brush over her nipple.
I trail my lips down her throat. Her nails rake across my skin.
“We shouldn’t…” I murmur. But I don’t stop. I push her shirt up, exposing her breasts, nipples taut and begging for my mouth.
I take one between my lips, biting gently.
“I know,” she breathes, hips arching into mine.
My palm glides down her body, featherlight, until I reach her panties, stroking her through them. She’s soaked.
She mewls, hips chasing the friction as I rub just shy of where she needs it most.
“Tell me you’re mine—just for tonight,” I whisper, pushing the fabric aside, still not touching her.
“I’m yours.” Her voice breaks on the last word.
I sink two fingers into her, massaging her clit with my thumb.
“I need to taste you again,” I groan, lips brushing her skin as I move down. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you coming on my tongue.”
Her breath hitches. “Please.”
The desperation in her voice undoes me. I spread her thighs and hold her open, then spear my tongue into her.
Izzy’s thighs lock around my head like she wants to drown me in her pussy.What a fucking way to go.I eat her like the five-star meal she is.
