Passport to Him - Page 72

I nodded in response and walked over to the edge of the pool, sitting down, and placing my bare feet into the cool water below. I grabbed a floating flower with my palms and placed it near my nose, inhaling its fragrant scent.

My mind reeling with the new information of his wife and why he hated me calling him Enzo.

“What do I call you now?” I ask, looking up from the flower in my hands to meet his gaze as he stood above me.

“You are the only one allowed to call me that,” he says, his voice firm and collected.

“Si,” I whisper.

“So, what was on the passport for Santorini?” Enzo says, his fingers raking through my curled hair comfortingly.

Fuck.

“I read a book and want to be like a character in it,” I say, my fingers flowing through the rippling water below my fingertips.

“Si,” he says, his voice unsure and wavering in confidence.

I can’t tell him what I wanted. I want him to make me squirt so I can be like one of my favorite heroines. I want to squirt like Sadie, and I want to watch him come undone like Benny Coops.

“I don’t think you are prepared,” I say, a cheeky giggle deep in my throat.

“Cosa?” he asks, his brows knitting in confusion.

“I want to squirt,” I say, a deep breath escaping from my lips.

“Squirt,” Enzo repeats.

“If anyone could help me accomplish something I have always wanted to experience, it would be you,” I say.

“Get your fucking ass in that room, princessa,” he barks.

I untucked his black shirt from his pants and pulled it over his head. I let his shirt fall to the floor at our feet. My fingers teasing his muscled chest, watching his pecs twitch under my touch. I cupped his hardness with my palm as I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants with my other hand. He pulled his suit pants down his hips and kicked them off with his feet next to him. His stiff cock straining against his tight black boxer briefs.

“This fucking dress is coming off,” he says.

My most seductive look I could muster on my face, I turned around away from him. Awaiting him to unzip the back of my maxi dress, which he did slowly. My anticipation killing me to be naked in front of him once more. My dress dropped to floor. I looked behind my shoulder at him seeing him bite his lip. His fingers grazing down the small of my back to the back of my thighs. He pressed his lips against my ass cheek before taking a teasing bite with his teeth. The utter ecstasy this man made me feel without being inside of me was otherworldly. Evidence of my need for him pooling between my thighs.

He lowers down onto the bed guiding me on top of him. My knees bent next to him as I straddled him. My nakedness rubbing against his strained cock inside the fabric confines of his boxers. He was strong enough to keep me upright, hovering in the air over the top of him.

“Hold yourself above me,” he demands, his voice deep and dripping with authority.

His thumb spread my slit apart before driving a finger inside of me, hooking inside of my walls. Testing the wetness inside of me. He pressed three fingers inside of me. My body bucked away from him before griding my hips against his fingers. I gasped at the intense feelings enveloping his fingers.

I am a living and breathing hand puppet and fuck it feels good.

“You have to be relaxed,” Enzo whispers, his fingers drawing circles inside me.

“Easy for you to say when you are three fingers deep inside me, Enzo,” I say, my moan caught between gritted teeth.

“You have to feel safe so you can completely let yourself go,” he says, his voice comforting.

His iced gaze never leaving mine as he moves his arm up and down while his palm circles my clit. His fingers still inside simultaneously hitting my g-spot. His hand pushes gently down on my stomach and raises his eyebrow at me.

My stomach is tense. Relax. Trust.

My hips circle around his fingers as his arm moves up and down like a lever against my clit. The combination of moves is something I have never experienced before. A loud moan escaped my lips as his palm drew smaller and more pronounced circles against my clit.

“Fuck,” I bite my lower lip to keep the pleasure building at bay.

“That’s it, princessa,”

“I can’t,” I whisper.

He fervently circled my clit with his palm once more. My moans increasing with intensity. I had to use every bit of restraint I had. Closer to coming around his fingers within seconds with each motion.

“Squeeze and bear down around my fingers.”

“I can’t. I’m going to pee,” I whisper.

“Embrace it. Do as I say, princessa,” he says, his tone firm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted, my voice getting louder with each movement of his fingers as I erupt in violent waves.

A small drip of warm liquid fell around his finger. Quickly followed by a stream of my clear wetness covered his hand, dropping down on top of his hips and stomach.

“Good girl, princessa,” an amused grin covering his face.

My breaths heavy with each rise and fall of my chest. He groaned against my neck. It was masculine. The sound he made was almost prehistoric. I reach down and pull out his cock from the confines of his boxer briefs. I grabbed the shaft of his cock and pressed his crown into my slit in seconds. He impaled me as my round ass lands in the palm of his hands.

“You better not come before I do,” I warn.

“Si, ma’am,” Enzo says quietly, a short breath from his lips with a short moan.

I grinded my hips against him as I rode him roughly. His cock pressing against my walls in the most possessive of ways.

I have never felt more powerful being on top of him. Owning his cock inside of me. The ability to make him come undone with just one wave of my hips against him.

My body twitched. The unmistakable feeling of orgasm moments away. His fingers gripped my hips aggressively before trailing his teeth across my neck with a rumble from his lips. His cock thrust one last time inside of me before my insides go warm as he fills me up. My insides clenching around his twitching hardness. He wrapped his muscled arms around me, pulling me against his chest. A warm breath against my neck as he inhaled my perfume deeply. Our breathing calmed together. Our gazes locked in on one another. My index finger pressing his black hair away from his face.

“I am in love with you,” he whispers.

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