“Fuck, Enzo, I’m—”
“Come, beautiful.”
His voice sends me over the edge.
Jesus, what’s wrong with me?
I pant heavily after my release, exhausted but needing more.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Yes, but I want you to come with me this time.”
“Oh, I will. Unbutton your pants.”
I do. “Unbutton yours, too.”
“Way ahead of you.”
I imagine Enzo naked, strutting toward me with all of his muscles and scars. But then I remember his shoulders.
“Enzo?”
“Shh, put your fingers under your panties, I’m already gripping my cock, and I want to wait for you.”
I quiet my thoughts and put my fingers beneath my panties.
“How wet are you?”
“Soaked, so ready for your cock.”
“Shit. You are going to make me come with just your mouth.”
I bite my lip. “That’s the plan.”
I feel him suck in a deep breath through the door.
“I want to watch you pleasure yourself, beautiful. Find that swollen pink clit and tell me how you touch yourself.”
I listen carefully to his voice as I move two fingers over my clit. Rubbing in slow lazy circles as I spread my moisture over it.
“God, you're so beautiful,” Enzo says as I touch myself.
“And your cock is so thick, long, and veiny.”
“It’s so ready to sink into you.”
“Then do it already.”
My heart clenches at how badly I need him to actually push into me. I need the connection we share when his body becomes part of mine. But all I get tonight is his voice, and tonight it will be enough.
“Push a finger inside your tight pussy for me,” Enzo says.
I do, and it feels nothing like Enzo inside me.
“Now add another finger.”
I do, but it’s still not enough.