ARIANA
He slammed his lips on mine when I confirmed to him more than once that I wanted him. It was irritating. But I knew it was because of the way I had been behaving. The truth was that my body had started to betray me in the worst way ever since I came back into his life. And now, I have started craving him. The moment we started arguing with him, that push and pull and the anger, it all triggered my hormones that I thought had died in me with my child.
Enzo scooped me up in his arms and threw me on his shoulder. He walked into our bedroom and locked the door. I was breathing heavily when he threw me on the bed. He crawled on top of me, leaning closer. “Just remember, even if you feel like stopping in the middle, you let me know. We will stop at that very second.” I shivered listening to his deep voice rambling in my ears.
I nodded my head in agreement. Of course, I wanted to have that option. Where I could say no at any moment. I didn't know when my hormones would stop pumping in and I would feel disgusted by his touch again.
Enzo pulled away from me. He was standing on his knees. His eyes were on me as he started striping his clothes off of his body, one by one, peeling every single piece off. It was kind of an eye candy of a show.
Once he was completely naked, he crawled back on top of me. Breathing heavily, I touched his chest, dragging my palm across his naked upper body. I drew a shaky breath, the feeling inside me was divine in a sinful way.
My toes curled as the memories from our past came rushing to my mind. How we used to do it. How we started. “Do you like it?” Enzo asked me out of the blue. I looked into his eyes, struggling to answer him. Biting my lower lip, I nodded my head. He then grabbed my hand and guided it downwards.
“Then touch me all you want.” He whispered in my ear. His lips were back on mine. This time, he was kissing me with the burning passion. I grabbed his throbbing shaft into my hand and watched it go harder in my hand.
“Yeah! That's it, baby. Stroke it for me.” He moaned, the urgency in his voice turned me on too. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started pumping it. His moans grew louder and louder. Until he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head.
Breathing heavily, I looked at him through the curtains of my lashes. “I want to taste you. I want to eat you. Please, I want your permission.” The way he asked me that question, as if he was a thirsty traveller and I was his only source of water. Licking my lips, I nodd
ed my head.