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My hand travels downwards, stroking my almost naked body.
I take my time with it.
A low moan emerges from his throat as my fingers begin to circle outside my core, over the fabric.
“Touch yourself, baby.”
I slide the fabric to the side, and dip one of my fingers inside of me. There’s no resistance at all.
“Fuck.”His gaze is solely fixed on me. “You’re so wet for me already.”
I pick up the rhythm, putting another finger in.
My eyes close as Enzo unbuckles his pants, and the fabric fall on the floor.
He’s getting himself off, watching me.
I nearly cum from the visual alone.
“Tell me, Quinn. Did you imagine my cock replacing those fingers of yours when I was away from you? Did you moan like that, thinking it was me fucking you instead?”
I nod, over and over. “I…”
I’mso close,and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“I’ll make up for whatever I missed out on,” he says. A delicious promise that pumps my veins with anticipation.
“Enzo,”His name rips from my throat in a low moan as I bring myself to the first orgasm of the night.
“Good girl.”
The show is over, and he has me pinned underneath him in an instant.
His thick erection between my thighs, as he begins to leave open-mouthed kisses all over my chest.
“Fuck, yourtits.”His face lights up like a kid at Christmas. “They’ve gotten even bigger.”
I moan as he squeezes them, and then circles his tongue around my nipple.
“What do you want, Quinn?” he demands, growling in my ear.
“I…I want you.” The ability to speak seems to have left me entirely.
He kisses down my torso, stopping at the joint between my hip and my legs.
I squeeze my thighs together, not able to take the slow, languid pace he’s taking.
I want himnow.
“What is it that you want me to do to you?” he asks from between my legs.
“I want you to…fuckme.” My language is filthy, but it’s honest.
I just want him to take me right here, use my body for his pleasure, bring me to a release that makes me see stars.
He shakes his head. “No, baby. Not yet. First, we’re going to makelove.”
I gasp out loud as his tongue slides between my folds. He’s eating me out at a slow, almost tortuous pace.