Page 87 of Tailored for You

He pushed his hips up, his cock colliding with my clit, his piercing adding delicious pressure.

He did it again, and I guided him into me. He filled me, hitting every erotic spot within me in one motion, his piercing teasing me as he pulled all the way out and pushed back in, slowly.

“I want this every day,” Enzo said as he drove his hips into me. “Every morning, I want to wake up next to you and do this. It’s all I can think about.”

He picked up his pace, and I couldn’t speak. Only soft cries as I ached my back, moving with him.

Enzo slapped my butt so hard I knew there’d be a handprint and lifted me, his arms snaking under my knees to hold me up.

“I need,” I said, but couldn’t finish my sentence, as the pressure swirled deep in my core.

“I know what you need.” He pulled out of me completely, then thrust himself back inside, his Prince Albert flicking my clit, making me cry in pleasure.

I could barely hold on; my nails dug into his back and shoulders, trying to find purchase.

My body seized as pleasure pulsed through me, and I silently screamed my release.

Distantly, I felt my body move as Enzo chased me from behind.

His movements stuttered before he planted himself fully inside me. I felt his cock kick, his piercing grazed that hard-to-reach place, and I came again, hard and unexpectedly.

My back bowed, and I ground into him, my body taking control in wild, frantic movements. I wanted this every day for the rest of my life.

I waited as I came down from my high, wrapping my arms around Enzo and holding him.

We were both panting, clinging to each other, not wanting an inch of space between us.

I hadn’t come in here for this. For him. The moment I laid eyes on him, it was like everything else fell out of my head. It was surreal, not having the weight of being a mom and a business owner on my shoulders, afraid to take a day off, dragging me under the water, fighting for air.

With Enzo, I was just Serena Washington, the woman. A woman he saw and wanted above all else. Who didn’t see Harper as a burden, but as a blessing, giving her the love and attention that she deserved.

My heart was so full I was afraid it would burst.

“You want to tell me what’s wrong?” Enzo whispered in my ear. He kissed my neck, rubbing my back.

“I’m worried,” I whispered back, burying my face in his throat.

He pulled me to stand, and cum leaked down my thigh.

Enzo cursed and closed his eyes before opening them and following the droplets as they went down my leg.

“We didn’t have that conversation,” he said. It took me a few seconds to catch what he was referring to.

We’d just had mind-blowing sex, without protection. I waited for the panic that I could get pregnant to set in, but it never came.

I shrugged, smiling, and let him know. “We’ll be more careful next time. Though…” I bit my lip. “Maybe I should get an IUD just to be safe.”

Enzo bent down, leaning his forehead against mine. A finger dragged up my thigh, collecting the cum. He rubbed it into my skin, enraptured by the sight.

“Whatever you want to do,” he said. “I’ll take you to the doctor if you want that. Or if you don’t, I’ll put condoms everywhere so they’re within reach when we need them.”

He slid my dress on, one strap at a time, and stepped back.

“Keep me company while I take care of a few things in here,” he said. I nodded, and he picked me up, bridal style, and carried me to a lounge chair.

I turned, following him as he walked past the table we’d used, and bent down behind it. When he stood, he had a bottle of wine and a clean wine glass in hand, pouring before I could ask. I eyed the contents on the floor, noting nothing had broken in our haste to tear each other’s clothes off, but the gardening tools and dirt were scattered about.

“I’ll clean it up,” Enzo said as he rounded the table and handed me the wine. “For now, relax.”