Is it love or lust?
He lowers his lips around my erect nipple, his tongue drawing circles around the goosebumps his touch does to me. His fingers lightly tracing the curves of my body. His touch sending goosebumps over every stretch mark of my thigh and stomach. A moan of desire escapes from my throat, as my nails dig into his shoulder blades. He climbed on top of me, burying deep inside of me. Pressing his wet and muscled body against mine. His lips meet mine with a frenzied fever, so intense I lose my ability to breathe. I wrap my legs around the small of his lower back and shifted upwards pulling him in deeper inside of me. A moan left my mouth as I sucked in a breath. Surmounting pleasure electrifying every fiber in my body. My feet bouncing back against his ass with each deep thrust. There was no dirty talk. There was just us. Naked bodies against one another. The ocean water still dripping from our hair and down our skin. Every thrust inside was accompanied with a deeper breath. Our culmination in this moment was filled with more passion than before. Intense love making, the likes of which I have never experienced. His subtle moans driving me closer to the edge of release as his cock buried deep inside of me.
“You’re going to make me come,” I say in a breathless whisper.
“Not yet,” he growls.
“If you don’t stop, I’m not promising anything,” my eyes looking pointedly into his.
“You do not come until I tell you to,” his voice firm as he takes control of his thrusts in a more methodic pace.
“You’re not the boss of me,” I tease.
“When I am balls deep inside of you, I am the fucking boss of you, princessa,” he grumbles.
“Please,” I beg, my eyes closing at the very orgasm inside of me threatening to take me over the edge at any second.
He didn’t reply. He didn’t stop the deep motions inside of me with his cock hitting my g spot with a subtle curve. My insides started to convulse around him. Wetness dripping out of my slit with each hard push as I explode around him. My hips tighten around his as I gasp for air.
“I’m going to come, amore,” he says against my ear.
Amore? Amore.
Before I can comprehend his words swirling around in my head, he released inside of me, unable to hold it any longer. It was erotic, coming together seconds apart. He pulls out of me and collapsed down on the bed beside me. Our breathing in tandem. His fill, spilling out between my thighs. He turns to his side to face me. His once frenzied touch, now gentle, soothing as his fingers tease down my shoulders.
“You are an Italian stallion. I can only imagine how many women you have fucked here,” I tease.
“Never taken a woman here,” his voice quiet and almost solemn.
“Has there been anyone else?” I ask, my fingers teasing across his chest and feeling silently vindicated at the shuddering reaction from him beneath my hand.
“I was married before,” Enzo whispers.
Married?!
“Was? You are divorced?”
“Widowed. She drowned at our villa in Venice,” he whispers, his emotional breath caught deep in his throat.
“I’m sorry, Enzo,” I whisper back.
“What was her name?” I ask.
“Elisabetta.”
The sound of waves against the rocks echoed against the white rock walls around us. It was the only sounds for minutes as we stood in a raw and uncomfortable silence.
“I know about Finn, but what about your ex?” He asks, breaking the silence and changing the subject quickly.
“Lucas? He’s out of the picture. Last I heard he got married in Vegas and the bitch he left me for left him shortly after. He lives with his mom now in Florida,” I say, my mouth turning upwards into a teasing smile.
“That’s karma if I ever heard it,” he says.
My brain still reeling from his revelation of his previous marriage and that his wife died. I have so many questions. I have so many things to say, but I just can’t bring myself to say them. Especially as I lay naked next to him. I grazed my teeth along his bearded jaw and down his neck, taking a full bite. He released a breath deep in his throat. His palm rests on my cheek and looks deeply into my soul through his cerulean eyes. The look so sincere, soulful. I have never seen a gaze from him like this. He was almost sorrowful.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, my brows furrowing in confusion.
He doesn’t respond. His teeth grazes against my shoulder before feathering soft kisses down my collarbone.
“Enzo,” I plead softly.
“I love you, amor,” Lorenzo whispers against my skin.
Loves me? Loves me? Is that what this is between us? How could this be happening?
My phone rings as it sits on a table across the room. I find my lace negligee from the night before on a hanger of the open wardrobe door. I hurriedly put it on over my naked body and scramble to answer the call when I see “Da” on the caller ID.
“Hi da! How are you? I am good. Greece is amazing. The signal is very spotty. I’m sorry. How are your meds, no side effects? Good, if you feel ill at all, please tell carol. I will never stop taking care of you, Da,” I say in one-sided conversation with my father.
Meeting Enzo’s quiet stare, “Listen, I have to go. I’ll be flying to Madrid tomorrow so I will call you when I get settled. Love you too, Da,” I say, before hanging up the phone.
Lorenzo’s naked body stands up from the bed and puts on a pair of tight boxer shorts from the wardrobe.
“I had no idea we were in Greece,” he teases.
“My father made me promise I wouldn’t come to Italy,” I say.
“You told me your Nonna gave you permission,” he says.
“My Da is different. He’s very protective of me. He promised my mother and my grandparents that he would abide by their wishes,” my tone defensive.
“Your Nonna knows you are here and happy that you are seeing where she came from, where she loved,” Enzo says, gripping my shoulders and embracing me as he pulled me into him.
“Or extremely disappointed in me. Using her money to travel the world sleeping with random strangers,” I say.
His posture stiffens and pulls out of our embrace, “Is it because of your promise to him you didn’t tell him you were with me? Or was it because he thinks you are in Greece with Finn?” he asks, his tone venomous.
Fuck you.
“Enzo,” I warn.
“I will never be Finn. I don’t know him, but I will never be on that pedestal you have put him. I am here in front of you, amore,” he says, his tone quickly turning into a pleading.
“You are and it scares the shit out of me!” I exclaim.
“Princessa,” he warns breathlessly.
“Don’t fucking call me that!” My frustration boiling to the surface.
He huffed in disbelief and walked to the small bar across the room. He takes a whiskey glass and pours a finger of his single malt scotch. My arms wrap around my breasts defensively, my posture stiffening.
“I wanted answers, but I am too afraid to understand why the two people I watched be in love with each other my entire life, were afraid to be in love,” I say, an emotional breath escaping my lips.
“Maybe it’s just too much to bear,” Enzo whispers, his lips against his glass before taking another sip.
Stepping up to him, grazing my hand against his lower back, “You know all about the Marcelli’s,” I say, resting my cheek against his back.
“I know the legends of the Marcelli’s,” he whispers, before slamming his glass down on the bar with a loud thud.