Page 74 of Tailored for You

He stared back, not moving as his smile reached his eyes. Giving me time to take my fill, my eyes bouncing to the areas of tattoos I had wondered about but never got to see.

My eyes made their way down until I reached his cock. His hand was wrapped around it, giving it slow, languid pumps.

“Oh,” I whispered, blinking.

His cock was big in length and girth. At the very tip, a curved barbell gleamed.

I stared at it, mouth falling open. I’d never seen a piercing like that, though I knew they existed. He was big already, and with that added? How was it all going to fit? What would it feel like?

Anticipation shot through me. I bit my lip, unsure how to express myself with words.

“Don’t worry, amore, it’ll fit,” he said as he crawled up my body. “The piercing will help me take care of you.” Wrapping his hands around my waist, he flipped our position.

I gasped as I tried to reorient myself. Straddling him, I spread my legs on either side of his body. I leaned forward, bracing my hand on the pillow next to his head, and did what I had wanted to do since the moment I saw the art on his body.

I traced the lines of his tattoos lightly with my finger, following with soft kisses.

He shifted under me, his cock between us. He moved his hips in tiny, short circles that forced the tip of his cock, and the piercing against my clit.

I stopped, my hips joining his motion. My body felt like it was on fire in the best, most excruciating way. Enzo muttered under his breath, the words coming out so fast and in Italian that there was no chance I would understand what he said.

But I didn’t need to know, because one glance at his face—brows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip caught between his teeth, cheeks flushed—told me he wanted me to come.

Needed me to almost as much as I did.

I sat up, ready to ride his cock, when he wrenched me up by my hips and placed me on his face. He sucked, and a shudder ran through my body. It was too much. I’d never felt like this before. I tried to lean forward, but his arms wrapped around me, locking me in place. “Enzo,” I cried out, begging for more, desperate for him to push me over the edge.

His tongue flicked out, and it was the last thing I remembered before I felt the white-hot euphoria take me, rolling over me in waves I never wanted to stop.

My throat hurt. The world was slowly coming back. I was sitting on Enzo’s chest, his face dripping wet with my essence. He licked his lips, eyes on my center as his fingers spread me open.

“You’re the best meal I’ve ever had,” he rumbled. “I can’t wait to gorge myself on you every day.”

My mind was clearing, but I couldn’t piece together what he meant by that, though it was obvious.

Enzo leaned over to the small nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a string of condoms, and ripped one off.

“After tonight, we’ll talk about this.” He held the condom up to my mouth. “Open.” I did. “Close.”

I did as instructed, biting the condom wrapper as he tugged, ripping it open.

In fast, practiced movements, he put on the condom and added lube.

“You’re ready for me,” he said as he grabbed my hips.

Sitting up, he placed me on his lap, his cock between us. His legs were bent, giving me something to lean on.

“We’ll go slow. I want to savor every piece of you tonight,” he said.

Rocking my hips, I rubbed my pussy on his cock.

“It’s been a long time,” I said, suddenly anxious as I placed my hands on his chest for balance. What if I were bad at this? What if I didn’t remember how to have sex?

“Amore, none of that matters. It’s you and me. I won’t stop until you’re limp from pleasure, and I’ve wrung everything I can out of your body. And when you wake, I’ll do it again.” He lifted me, pulled his cock up, and brushed it against my clit before notching it inside me.

My hips jerked, and a zing raced up my spine.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” Enzo said, shifting my hips.