Chapter 93 All Day With Her
Rose
"No," I scream, trying to press myself against him, to hold his fingers in place.
It's useless, though. He jerks them away, his eyes shining.
"You won't be able to cum until I'm inside you," he says. He places one finger on my lips, his words light and commanding.
"That sucks."
A wave of lust rips through me. I feel like I'm about to burn with anticipation, nerves, and the need for him inside me. Still, I part my lips, allowing him to insert his finger into my mouth.
I close my mouth and suck, feeling the sweet tang of my arousal. When Enzo tries to pull his finger out, I refuse, my mouth stretching into a smile, and I keep it closed.
His eyes shine with a promise of retribution. "Let go, Rose. Before I fill your mouth with my cock instead of my finger."
This promise makes me shudder, and I can't help but wonder what he tastes like.
What it would be like to have his cock in my mouth. Enzo moans as if he can read my mind.
"Not today," he insists. "Today, all I want is to be buried inside you."
Before I can blink, he's fisting the material of my panties. He tears the lace with difficulty, exposing me to him. He runs his thumb over my wet pussy. His touch is almost reverent, and when he looks at me, there's something vulnerable in his eyes.
"If I fuck you, Rose, there's no turning back."
"I know," I whisper.
Then he kisses me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Kissing him is like taking a drug, impossible to give up because it's so addictive. He manages to pull the shirt I'm wearing over my head, leaving me completely naked.
I shift on his cock, slowly rocking my hips and pressing myself against him. When he captures a nipple in his mouth, my breath comes out raggedly.
My hand moves to his hair, gripping it tighter as he sucks hard on my nipple before moving on to the next one. My eyes threaten to roll back in my head, my pulse pulsing between my legs.
"Enzo," I moan, unable to bear it any longer and desperate for release.
I manage to pull him out of his pants, pulling his cock out. For a second, I just stare at it. It's so hot and heavy in my hand. I give it a fistful, making it hiss. I'm about to stroke it again when he grabs my wrist, stopping me.
A glance passes between us before he lifts my hips and slowly lowers me onto his cock. Enzo groans, and I gasp, my breath catching in my throat. Tears sting my eyes from the burning sensation of him stretching me. I haven't even taken all of him yet, but I already feel so full.
Enzo grabs my hips. I'm not sure which of us is trembling. The hungry look in his eyes sends another wave of warmth down my spine. My nails dig into his shoulders, and his hand slides to my clit. He rubs it in circles, and I moan, feeling a hot buzz. After a minute or two, I meet his gaze, my eyes telling him I'm ready.
"Are you sure, princess?" he asks.
"I'm sure," I breathe.
He hesitates before slowly guiding me down until I catch him. Every inch.
"Fuck," Enzo says through clenched teeth.
He grips my hips so tightly that I bruise as every muscle in his body tenses. I tremble, my eyes burning as his heartbeat races to meet mine. I press my face into his neck, trying to cope with the onslaught of emotions.
"Rose," Enzo says, his voice bordering on control. "Baby, I need you to move."
His words set me in motion. I move slowly, rolling my hips in circles and pressing my clit against him. His hands slide over me, from my buttocks to my spine.
He grabs my hair, kisses me hard, and spanks my ass. A tingling sensation spreads through my body as I move from pressing against him to lifting and capturing him.
The pace is slow, and Enzo seems content to let me set the rhythm. My chest bounces as he thrusts in and out of me, until suddenly it all becomes too much.
I'm pushed back from the edge, my body shaking as I cry out his name. His mouth presses to mine, drawing a shaky breath from me. When I come, he stares at me intently.
"I want to hear you scream my name forever," he whispers softly, nibbling my earlobe.
His gaze threatens to set me on fire. Satisfied that I've calmed down from my orgasm, he squeezes my hips again, pulling us closer. He moves me up and down, bouncing hard on his erection. My moans tremble in my throat. My fingers dig into his hair.
I scream repeatedly, and he continues to thrust upward, driving a jackhammer into me.
He fucks me like it's a marathon, and the only thing we both think about is finishing. When I come for the second time, I collapse onto his chest, unable to keep my eyes open. Enzo also cums, shuddering next to me, coming inside me. He kisses my shoulder.
I'm still beneath him, boneless and full of satisfaction. My hands curl in his hair, unwilling to let go. Our heavy breathing fills the silence.
"There's never been anything better than you, princess," Enzo says as we pass.
A few minutes pass, and I begin to breathe normally.
My heart warms. I try to get off him, but his grip tightens, holding me there. He's still inside me, and I'm pretty sure his cock is still a little hard. I smile into his chest. "Enzo, I need to get up."
"You promised to stay in bed with me all day," he counters.
"And I will. As soon as I take a shower," I tell him, already feeling the wetness trickling down my thighs.