We have kissed plenty of times. Actually, more times than I can count, but this kiss was different.
“Damn it, say it,” I whisper, looking him deeply in his icy gaze.
“Say what?” he asks.
“I’m jealous,” I lead.
His mouth turning upwards in a teasing smirk, “You’re jealous and I love you,” he says.
“I love you,” I breathe.
He looks at me with wide eyes. All I can do is nod my confirmation to him. He unzips his pants as his stiff cock emerged from the zipper. Not wasting a moment, a trail of spit from his lips drip down onto his skin. His fingers running his saliva across the shaft and onto the tip. He lifted me up onto him as my hands wrapped around his neck before he laid me onto the edge of the bed. He spread my legs apart and lifted my leg over his to give him better access to me as he pushes deeper inside of me. Our pace started slowly but quickly escalated to frenzied and rough. He gripped my hips tighter than he ever has. His grip getting tighter with each push inside.
“Enzo,” I breathe.
With each deep thrust, “You. Are. Mine,” Enzo says.
He reached his hand down and rubs circles around my clit before bringing his fingers to his tongue and licking the warm liquid of my center off of them.
“I’m going to come,” I say.
“Come for me,” he says.
I wrap my legs around him tightly, my legs shake as my body rides the waves of the orgasm travelling deep within me as he fills me with warm come at the same time. He collapses against me, his body weight on me as his breathless moans fill my ear.
“Can we go again?” I ask, a giggle escaping my lips.
“I have created a monster,” he says.
Smiling a deviant grin, “Cock monster.”
The most beautiful laugh escaped deep within Enzo before kissing my lips once more.
He was in love with me, and I was in love with him.