“That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he mumbled, kissing my soft belly, his eyes looking right into my soul. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but in the best way possible.
I smiled, brushing his hair with my fingers. I realized how I felt. Alive and refreshed despite having come hard. He’d done that. There was something happening between us despite the night not being about that, and I wasn’t going to overthink. I was going to run with the feeling of being reawakened. Lydia always said good sex could work miracles.
I licked my lips as I gently pulled his head back so I could look at him and stopped thinking and just said, “Now, it’s my turn.”
CHAPTER FOUR
ENZO
“NOW, IT’S MY TURN,” she said with a sexy-as-fuck gleam in her stare, and my rock-hard shaft got harder.
“Sit on the bed,” she directed, and I stood up.
“Wait.” Her hands moved to my belt buckle. “Let me,” she said, and before I knew it, I was nude in front of her.
By the way her eyes were pinned on my shaft, her hungry stare as she pushed me down and settled between my legs told me everything I needed to know. She liked what she saw. I was about seven inches and thicker than average. “It’s so thick,” she said, almost to herself, and I bit my lip at the first feel of her mouth on me.
“Fuck,” I cursed when she bent her head right over my dick. She wasn’t playing around. The instant I felt her wet, soft lips around the crown of my tip felt like heaven and hell. I hadn’t had this in longer than I wanted to admit. Karen and I hadn’t had sex in over a year before the breakup, and I had never strayed. Not once. That meant that for the longest time, it was just me and my hand. The feel of Ginny’s mouth was exquisite, but I was fucking scared I would blow my load way too quickly like some teenage version of myself.
Ginny’s blonde hair was like silk. Down and around my bare thighs it only added to how good she made me feel. I touched her head, and she looked up, and fuck me, my balls drew up tight at the sight. Her gorgeous eyes open wide, sparkling with mischief, she knew how good she was making me feel, and my hand clenched in her hair. She pulled back. A line of saliva from her lips to the head of my dick disappeared as she licked her lips. “You taste so good,” she purred, and I groaned.
“Enough of this shit,” I grunted and lifted her up and onto the bed, my body over hers. “I need you.”
“Okay.” She smiled, her face flushed as she opened her legs wide to make space for my body.
“I haven’t done this in a while. I might not last, but I promise I will make it the fuck up to you,” I blurted honestly, suddenly nervous.
“You already did,” she said so softly it felt like velvet on my skin, and I tipped my forehead to hers, pressed close, enough to be skin to skin but trying to keep the bulk of my body weight off her.
“My girl’s so fucking sweet.” I kissed the tip of her nose, aligning my shaft right with her dewy entrance. “So fucking wet for me.”
“Really wet for you,” she panted, stretching open, giving me just a little more room, just enough for my blunt head to enter her, and breathing was suddenly hard. I wanted to rut into her like a fucking animal, but I found the control to stop myself. I didn’t want to hurt her.
“Enzo,” she pleaded, and without looking away, I entered her as slowly as I could manage. The feel of her sweet tightness taking me in as we stared into each other’s eyes was fucking crazy. Intense. Intimate on a whole other level I had ever experienced.
“Ginny,” I rasped. Sliding in and out of her had me close to making a complete ass out of myself, but then she upped the game by wrapping her sexy, toned legs around my waist, her hands in my hair.
“Harder,” she pleaded, and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My nose flared at the scent of her sex and my cologne mingling in the air. Fuck. Both of us in my space, her in my bed, pulling me closer to her, begging for more. Who the hell was I to disappoint?
I moved faster.
Harder.
Giving her everything I could, and she more than took it. Ginny was fantastic. She met thrust after thrust, writhing below me, pulling me closer, working to get me as deep inside of her as humanly possible. She wasn’t shy about telling me what she needed and letting me know what worked, and thank fuck it seemed everything was working for her. Any understanding of time slipped away in a haze around us. The whole thing could have been fifteen minutes or hours. Being with her was unreal.
Sweat formed on her brow, her hairline damp, and I flipped us.
“Ride me, baby.”
“Yes,” she hissed, her eyes closed, her head tipped back. She looked like a fucking pagan goddess on her throne. Pleasure covered her face, her hands dug into my chest, and my own hands roamed. Pulling on her berry-like nipples, squeezing her perfect tits, I thrust up to meet every time she sunk down on my cock. “Enzo,” she panted, her lips open in a perfect O, her eyes hooded with heat. I could feel her tightening around me, and I knew she was close. Thank fuck.
“Find it, Ginny,” I gritted through my teeth, my hands digging at her thighs as I helped her move up and down on my shaft faster. “Give it to me. Come for me,” I grunted.
“I don’t know… I’ve never… with someone else,” she panted and closed her eyes, and I knew she was on the brink just as I started to feel the familiar burn at the base of my spine. She’d never had an orgasm from sex, and fuck, she would find it with me if it killed me, “Find it, Gin. Give me that pretty pussy. Just me. All for me.”
“Enzo.” Her eyes flew open as her body tightened, and then I watched my girl fly. Her head fell back. Her blonde hair like melted gold flew in the air and down her back as she squeezed the life out of my dick. Fuck, the sight and feel were spectacular. She was fucking gorgeous, and I pumped up one more time and roared out my own release. Ribbons of my come shot out of me like a bullet and filled her sweet heat, making me realize I was in her raw.
I was in her bare.
The thought didn’t freak me out. If anything, it made me want to hold her close. So, I did. I pulled her into me, skin to skin, wrapping my arms around her, and she let me as we caught our breath. The scent of her skin and hair made my dick jerk inside of her, and I felt her soft smile against my chest.
“I don’t want to move,” she said finally, breaking the silence between us, and I stroked her arm, keeping her flush against me with the other heavy across her lower back.
“Then don’t.”
“Mmm… but aren’t these things supposed to be one and done?” she asked softly against my skin.
“If you think tonight is one and done, you have another thing coming, baby.”
“I like how you call me ‘baby.’” she whispered. I could feel the tips of her fingers doodle over my heart, and something tightened in my throat. “But Enzo…” She started to lift her head, but I put my hand on her head, and she dropped it back on my chest. I knew what she was going to say.
Tonight had been about getting laid. For both of us.
But I wasn’t ready for her to leave my bed. I don’t want her to ever leave.
“Spend the night,” I blurted out, and this time, there was no stopping her head from popping up.
“Enzo—"
“Ginny, I’m still inside of you, and you’re talking about leaving.”
“I. Umm…” Her face turned a pretty shade of pink, and I leaned forward and grabbed her and moved us so I was sitting, my back against the headboard of my bed, not missing the little gasp she made when she felt my dick thickening back up inside of her.
“Stay with me.”
“Tonight?”
“The entire weekend,” I proposed and held my breath as she took a moment to think about it.
“You don’t have to feel obligated to—"
“I don’t,” I cut her off like an asshole and sighed. I stroked her face, brushing away a wild strand of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. “Something you should know about me, Ginny, is, I never do anyth
ing I don’t want to do, and I don’t play games. Not ever.”
“Okay,” she whispered against my lips, and I closed the small amount of space and pressed a quick peck to her mouth.
“What you see is what you get with me, Ginny Black.”
“Same here,” she whispered, and I knew she wasn’t lying.
“I like you here.”
“I like being here.” She blushed.
“There is something else we need to talk about before I let you rest before taking you again.”
“Round two?” The hopeful sparkle in her eye made me want to beat on my chest, and I hated that what I was going to say was going to dull a little of that sparkle. I shifted and slipped out of her, and I knew the moment she felt it.
She looked away, but I wasn’t going to let her. I lifted her chin and made her look at me. “I’m clean. I promise.”
“Enzo—”
“My ex and I hadn’t been together in months before we broke it off. After we split, because of the reason we did, I got tested, and everything was good. I haven’t been with anyone in a year, Gin.”
“A year?” she squeaked, and my lips twitched.
“Yeah.”
“That’s…”
“A long time.”
“About as long as, umm, I’ve been without,” she shared. “I’m clean,” she quickly said, adding, “And on the pill. It helps with my period and stuff.”
She was on the pill. Some Neanderthal part of my brain felt a little disappointed my seed wouldn’t take root. Where the hell did that come from?
“Okay, baby. Either way, I’m sorry I took you like that. I got caught up in the moment. I should have known better.” I couldn’t say another word because she placed her sweet, delicate fingers on my lips, and I licked the pad of the middle one, not missing the way her eyes flared with want.
“I’ve never done that. I mean gone without a condom.” She blushed, and my dick jerked. I liked knowing I was the only one she had ever felt that way. “I liked it.”
“Good.”
“Are we done talking?”
“As long as you promise to spend the weekend with me, sure.” I didn’t know why I was pressing so much extra time with her, but I was, and I knew myself. I would be relentless until she gave me what I wanted.
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, but I knew she was being playful. “You mentioned a second round?” she teased shyly, and whatever tension I was holding being worried about her reaction released as I laughed and bent my head into the crook of her neck. My body shaking with deep laughter, I breathed her in before whispering, “My Ginny feeling greedy?”
“Hey, you offered,” she said haughtily, and I licked the shell of her ear as I enjoyed the way she squirmed in my lap.
“Tell me.”
“Enzo, I am so not good at the dirty talkin—”
“You are better than you know.” I bit one finger and kissed my way to the inside of her palm. “Tell me exactly where you want my dick right now,” I ordered, my skin getting warm and tight at the idea of going again with her.
“My mouth,” she surprised the hell out of me by saying. “Please.” And just like that, my thirty-nine-year-old ass was completely hard again for her.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I hissed as she moved away from me, giving me a sexy smirk as she settled between my legs, and I got lost in the sensation of her mouth on me.
GINNY
We rolled away from each other, sweaty and completely spent.
Round two had been down and dirty. Once again, Enzo had taken care of me, before intercourse and during. God, the man was a generous lover. He made me feel like he paid attention to everything about me. Which in turn brought out a side of me I wasn’t familiar with. Someone who said filthy things and was loud and uninhibited and so in tune with her partner you would think we had known one another for years instead of mere hours.
He had made round three all about me. Peppering my body with kisses and bringing me to life. The sun was starting to peek out by the time he was done with me. I was spent, exhausted, and sore as Enzo tucked me into him. His large, warm body made my tired and slightly shaky one feel centered. Whole in a way I had never experienced and somehow knew would never feel with anyone else. He’d simply ruined me for anyone.
Pillow talk had been sweet and soft, both of us sleepy as he stroked my arms with his strong fingertips. He made me promise not to slip out on him when I woke up and I did. Call me weak or stupid, I just knew I couldn’t walk out on a man who had made me feel everything he had without at least a goodbye.
Before I drifted off, my eyes caught the black material of my dress on the floor, and I smiled. I really had to thank Lydia for talking me into buying that little black dress.
CHAPTER FIVE
ENZO
“I CAN’T BELIEVE you did that.” She laughed. She was in my car, and we had just pulled up to her home. She was in a pair of my sweatpants and an old T-shirt from college, and fuck, she looked just as gorgeous next to me in that as she had at the bar of the club the night before.
“Hey, it was a risk.” I shrugged, having just told her the story about how Jasper, Frank, and I had gone into business.
“It obviously paid off,” she complimented. “And how cool is it you get to work with your best friends?”
“It did. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it hasn’t been rainbows and unicorns, but we’ve done well. And the fact we haven’t killed each other alone is a miracle on its own.”
“Hmm, I have a feeling you’re just playing it cool. But I get the working with your best friend being difficult. If I had to work with mine, I think we wouldn’t be friends anymore.” She laughed, and I smiled as I stepped out of the car and rounded it to open her door, quietly admiring her as she stood next to me.
“Maybe. So, how about you?” I look around at the small house in front of us. I knew the real estate market too well to know there was no way she could have swung the place on a teacher’s salary. Buying a house in California wasn’t easy, and much less in Beech Grove.
“My grandmother left me a nice little nest egg. Not a lot, but enough. I used it to go to school without loans and to put a down payment on this place so I wouldn’t have to spend money on a dorm or off campus apartment,” she shared, and I blinked for a second.
“How old were you?”
“I know.” She laughed. “My parents were just as surprised as you when I told them.” She kept laughing as we walked up to the door and she reached for her keys in her tiny purse. “But honestly, it was an incredible time to buy. It was when the recession hit, and you wouldn’t believe how much of a steal this place was. Even if I had to do some DIY projects here and there, it’s home.” She shrugged, kicking off her shoes.
“It’s great,” I mumbled, looking around, taking in her style and place. It was neat and tidy but not overly so. A pair of sensible heels were off to one end of the couch, like she had come home from work and sat down and kicked them off after a long day.
“Would you like something to drink?” she offered, and I shook my head.
“I’m okay.”
“You sure?” she asked, crossing and uncrossing her arms.
“Come here, baby,” I gently ordered, and she frowned.
“Enzo, I just wanna make sure—”
“Please, Ginny.” I extended my arm, but I knew she would come to me the moment I said please. Her eyes softened, and she walked the couple of steps to me.
“Nervous?”
“I know it’s ridiculous to be nervous since you’ve had your mouth all over me, but—"
“You are.”
“I am.” She sighed, giving me a little more of her weight.
“I like your place,” I said to the top of her head as I looked at the thin black-framed pictures and art hung up on stark white walls.
It was late Saturday evening, and I brought a duffle bag with a change of clothes.
I’d woken up to the sight of her in my arms, and I
couldn’t resist the temptation she made. I’d kissed her gently until she woke up, and damn, the woman was like lightning. She’d caught fire quickly, and just like that, I’d had her on top of me in no time. After, I had taken her to the shower, where I washed her hair and body, keeping my hands as much to myself as I could before stepping out of the shower first to draw her a bath. She soaked while I made us breakfast, and the way she had looked at me, with surprise and wonder in her eyes, had made me want to cook every fucking meal for her if it meant she would smile that way.
“Thank you,” she said, snapping me out of my thoughts, though feeding her while she was in the bathtub surrounded by bubbles would always be in the forefront of my mind.
“So, why don’t you tell me the top three spots you liked my mouth, and I’ll remind you how it feels.” I winked, and she laughed, wrapping her arms around my neck.
GINNY
“I can’t believe it,” I said, looking at him on the other end of my couch.
“Well, shit happens.”
“That’s crap, and we both know it,” I said, getting angry.
“Baby—”
“She messed around on you? After being together for so long?” My blood heated even though if she hadn’t, he wouldn’t be in my house after an amazing weekend. And what a weekend it had been.
Every minute that passed with him around was both exhilarating and relaxing. I had never been more comfortable with a man whom I wasn’t related to. Now, it was Sunday night, and the work week was looming over us. I wasn’t ready for it. We’d just had dinner and were lounging in the living room. He was shirtless and barefoot, in low-slung black joggers, and I knew he was not wearing anything underneath from firsthand knowledge. I, on the other hand, was in his shirt with my hair a mess but so relaxed I didn’t care. We were hanging out and talking, getting to know one another. He had just shared exactly what had happened with him and his ex, Karen. He stroked my leg, a look on his face I couldn’t name.
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