Page 130 of Enzo

He takes my hand and lifts me to standing, before leading me towards the bedroom. I close the door behind us, and we're a tangle of hands and lips. I want to feel him all over. He's gentler than I am. Slower, taking his time.

It's as if the realization of what I want, what I need from Enzo, had only just washed all over me.

We tug our clothes off one another, until we're both standing there naked, save for our underwear. I look down at my big dirty, off-white panties in dismay. Some of the steam fizzles out of me.

I imagine he's been with women who are glamorous. Women who wear dainty lingerie just for him.

I'm not that woman.

But he’s by my side in an instant, causing my mind to fog over as he wraps his arms around me and gives me a deep, wet, toe-curling kiss. His tongue sweeping through my mouth with force.

His hardness pokes my belly, causing my hunger to ignite. Something unleashes inside me.

I need him.

I roll down his boxer briefs. His manhood springs up almost like a welcoming greeting. The tip glistening.

“Oh.”

My eyes meet his, but he’s staring at my breasts, which, I realize, are bare.

“You're beautiful,” he murmurs.

How and when did he remove my bra?

He drops between my legs, arms around my waist, holding me as if he's worshipping me. He kisses me there. Between my thighs. Over the top of my embarrassing big panties.

I squirm inside, but the noises he makes, the gentle, appreciative sighs as he kisses above my waistband. He makes me feel worthy of being his. I sigh, my knees going limp as I plant my hands on his shoulders. My head falls back, eyes closed.

That's when I feel his tongue on me.

On my private parts.

How did he—

His tongue slides between my soaking folds. A rush of arousal rips through me.

“Enzo...” My voice is rough, laden with something I can't name.

He peels my panties down, then slowly leads me to the bed, sits me down gently slides my knees apart before kneeling between them.

“Oh.”

Dark eyes meet mine. I feel vulnerable sitting like this, open for him.

“You are beautiful.” His appreciative gaze rakes over every inch of my body, before meeting my eyes.

He makes me feel special.

Beautiful.

“May I taste some more?”

“Uh...” I shiver, not from cold, but because I liked it. I part my legs a little. That's all he needs. His faces latches between my legs, and he sucks, and licks and ...

I lose myself. I fall back, arching off the mattress, writhing with pleasure. He stops suddenly and watches me.

His lips are moist.