I sucked hard, cheeks hollowed, and tongue rubbing against the velvet skin. Because his body blocked the water, only the finest spray whispered across my skin.
“Those pretty lips feel so fucking good.” His gravelly praise was music to my ears. It slithered through me, setting my body on fire.
Hollowing my cheeks, I pulled him as deep as I could. I fought the urge to gag. But the growl of pleasure that vibrated through the beast above me made it worth it.
“That’s it…take it all. Show me how deep you can go.”
I did.
It still wasn’t enough. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, tugging and stroking as my head bobbed to take his length.
“My legs are shaking, Mandy,” he rasped. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
I gasped and shuddered. My core ached. My skin was on fire. My nipples throbbed. I wanted him to stop so I could join the fun and find some much-needed relief.
But I didn’t come into the shower for that.
His cock pulsed in my mouth.
With a vicious jerk of his hips, he tugged himself free. I cried at the sudden loss of him, but he was fisting his cock. Pumping it as his orgasm made him groan.
Hot, thick ropes of cum shot out. They decorated my chest with an intricate design.
I knelt there, staring up at him with a raw, unguarded look.
Vincenzo returned the look, breathing hard.
Somewhere, in this primal, charged moment, a deeper sensation passed between us. It transcended time and space, dominating the sexual energy. The hollow place inside me thrummed with new life.
I reached out tentatively, brushing the tips of my fingers down his thighs. My soul was there—alive and waiting for his.
“I like the way you watch me when I do that,” I confessed. It felt like he owned me. And there was a part of me he always would.
His black gaze heated. “I know. I could see it.”
“I would have swallowed,” I added with a little pout.
That semi-erect cock bobbed between us.
“Mmm,” he growled. “But I wanted to see you this way.”
My cheeks blazed. “Why?”
“Because…you’re such a pretty little deviant, wearing my cum and nothing else.” He brushed the pad of his thumb across my cheek. “Are you mad because you wanted a taste?”
I scowled at him. I wasn’t going to answer that.
Using two fingers, he swiped them across the mess, brought the offering to mylips, and pressed them between the scowl.
“Suck, fiore,” he commanded. “I know you want to.”
With a moan of surrender, I let his fingers slide into my mouth. I used my tongue to lick them clean; only then did he stand back.
He reached behind and shut off the water.
“Enzo!” I jerked back and stumbled to my feet. “I’m still a mess.”
That wicked mouth quirked up in a fiendish grin. “I like seeing you this way.”
