Enzo (Jinx Tattoos 1)

He opened the door and held out the makeshift ring box. “Will you be my companion and travel through life with me, Aibhlinn Leahy?” His face was hot, sweat dotted his forehead, and his stomach felt queasy. The antique ring set in silver had a circular shaped diamond surrounded by a row of diamonds.”

“Oh my God, Enzo is that my Nan’s?”

He nodded his head.

“Y-you asked my mum for my hand?”

He nodded his head. “You deserved to have this done right—”

She threw herself into his arms and he fell back onto his ass, stunned. Her soft lips placed small kisses over his face and down his neck. It took him a moment to register the word she continued to say was yes. “Yes?” he asked.

She pulled back and sat on her knees. “Yes.”

The blush of her cheeks and the glow of her eyes pulled him even deeper under her spell. “How I got such a beauty, I’ll never know,” he stated, leaning in to capture her soft lips. He lowered her onto the soft mound of pillows and blankets, amazed at the way she opened to him like a flower turning toward the sun. He slid his hand beneath her dress, exploring her warm curves.

She trembled beneath him as he ate at her mouth. “I’m never going to get enough of you,” he murmured between kisses.

She moaned. “Good, ’cause there’s a lot of lost time to make up for.”

“Such a smart mouth,” he said, slipping his thumb between her full lips. As she sucked him inside her mouth, his dick turned to stone. Her tongue circled him, and her eyes sparkled with amusement. “You think you’re funny, huh?” he asked. She nibbled at him and nodded. Pushing her dress up around her hips, he trailed his thumb down the damp seam of her panties. She shuddered. “Seems like you need a little lesson on who’s in control here.” He removed his thumb and circled her wrists with his fingers, holding them above her head. “You want me to show you?”

“Oh, yes,” she replied breathlessly.

He smirked. “You made me wait. Maybe I should do the same?”

She shook her head.

“No?” He trailed his fingers down the elastic of her underwear. Her eyes dilated and the scent of her arousal teased his nostrils. “You seem to be liking this just fine,” he said, gently rubbing up and down her slit, lingering slightly on her clit. The wet silk clung to his finger.

“More.”

“So demanding.” Easing her panties to the side, he thrust into her slick heat, and she came off the ground. His cock ached, but he pushed the desire to fill her with his cock aside. This first time was for her. “Your pussy is so tight, and hot.” He pulled his fingers out and thrust back inside. “We have to make sure you’re ready to take me.”

“I’m ready,” she whimpered.

“Just to be sure.” He circled her walls and continued his steady rhythm. Her hips picked up the dance and she gripped the blankets. He adjusted his angle, hitting the hard, round spot better known as the g-spot.

“Holy shit! Yes, Enzo, right there.” She was beauty personified as she climbed the invisible stairs to heaven and shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, gripping his fingers for everything she was worth. Her eyes glazed over.

He removed her panties, stripping himself down. He pushed inside of her, never allowing her to come down.

“So good,” she cried, digging her fingers into his back as she wound her long legs around him. The wet sound of their bodies, and heavy breathing filled the tent.

“Like that, m’fhiorghra?”

“Oh yes, a chuisle. Harder, faster, make me come.”

He gripped her hips tight and gave her what she wanted. “Who do you belong to?” he asked, gritting his teeth to keep from spilling inside of her.

“You.” She contracted around him.

He growled. “Then give it to me, baby. Let go.” He reached between them, stroking her clit, and she came—hard. He pulled free, spilling his seed onto her belly. He took a perverse pleasure in rubbing it into her skin. This way a part of him would linger. With his heart about to explode, he found the box that lay beside him, slipped the ring free, and placed it on her finger. “I’m yours now, and you’re mine, period.”

She nodded her head sleepily.

“Come on, let’s get you inside.” Dressing quickly, he gathered his precious gift, and thanked whatever god that still looked out for him. This woman was his living, breathing miracle.

“ARE YOU SURE YOU’RE ready for this?” he asked, holding her hand as they stood outside his mother’s home the next day.