“Then say my name.”
“Never.”
He smirks before running his tongue over me again. “Say my name.”
“No.”
He pulls his mouth away, making me whine. His hand replaces his mouth and the moment his fingers find my clit, I know I won’t last long. I cry out when his fingers press down on my nub, giving me the exact pressure that I need.
“Say my name.”
“I would rather die.”
He teases my body, moving his fingers against my clit and then pulling back before I can find my release. It’s a game we’re playing and I love every minute of it.
“I hate you,” I lie.
“Keep telling yourself that. All you have to do is scream my name and I’ll let you come.”
“No…”
“I can tell your hesitating. Just let go, Kira.” He flicks my nub with his thumb over and over and over and…
I cry out. The pleasure is too much. For a moment, I think I might die. I think I might not survive the night. Dying from this kind of pleasure is the best way to go.
Enzo leans over my body and whispers into my ear. “Just say my name.”
I can’t hold back.
My orgasm hits me and I open my lips and give him what he wants. “Enzo.” I realize after I say his name how much I wanted to say it. How much I need this.
Enzo smirks and it takes everything inside of me not to slap him. But I’m not actually annoyed with him. The only thing I feel is pure happiness.
“Now I’m going to fuck you.” He stands up and takes his clothes off. I remain spread on the bed gazing up at him. I want him to look down at me. I want him to want me as much as I want him.
He licks his lips. “I can still taste you.”
A gush of arousal hits me. “Just take me already.”
When he pushes his pants down, I finally get to see all of him. His cock is large and veiny and powerful. I know I want him inside of me. I’m not afraid of sex. I never had it just to avoid my father’s disappointment. But now, I don’t have to be afraid of what my dad will think. Not when I’m with my husband.
Enzo gets on his knees on the bed and grabs my hips, pulling me flush against him. His length touches my inner thigh. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good. Trust me.”
“I do,” I realize how true those words are.
He locks his eyes with mine. There’s a breath between us. And then he surges his hips forward and enters me.
I cry out from the pain and pleasure of it all. My body is warmed up and ready for him but it still has to get used to this. Enzo doesn’t stop until he’s all the way inside of me.
The groan that escapes him sends a shiver down my body. He needs this as much as I do.
“God, Kira. You’re perfect.”
“Then take me.”
A darkness enters his eyes before he rocks his hips back and forth. I whimper. A spike of pleasure shoots through me. My body is still sensitive and swollen from his touch but I need this. I think I’ll always need this.
He thrusts into me harder once he finds our rhythm together. I match his pace. It’s not hard to learn how. It’s as natural as breathing.
