Page 24 of Enzo

"I don't know, Enzo. All I know for sure is I wouldn't mind finding out where this will lead."

She always waited for the guy to make the first move. Why? For a while, she thought it wouldn't hurt as much if he rejected her then. She was wrong; rejection hurt. She also learned that it didn't make sense to go out with a man who didn't appreciate her curves. So she stopped blind dates a long time ago.

Stop thinking.

Kiss him already.

Have some guts.

Get some dick.

She loved the voices in her head. Yeah, they were just different parts of her, but they came in handy at times.

She leaned over and kissed him. Her mouth pushed against his tongue licking the seam of his mouth. Then he opened, allowing her tongue to slide in. For a minute she wavered, wondering how sharp those teeth were, then he kissed her back, and all thought was gone. Enzo’s taste was hot and spicy. Like the taste of a hot chili pepper, just enough to warm you up without burning you out.

She pushed her body closer to him, wanting to get a better taste of his lips and mouth.

"You make me want what I know I should be resisting," he whispered even as his lips trailed down the side of her neck, leaving goosebumps behind that shivered with pleasure.

"Why shouldn't you want me?"

"We discovered early that human females were fragile."

She moved closer until she was able to sit on his lap, a leg on each side. Her hands worked pulling the neck of his tee down so she could place hot kisses on him.

"Some of us are. We're all built differently. Some of us like our men nice and gentle. Others like our men to love us harder; honestly, some of us even like men who give us some pain up to a lot of pain. That's why there's a different female for each male." She got frustrated and pulled at his shirt, which was tucked into his jeans, until he lifted his arms and took it off.

"Mmm, look at that." His chest was a work of art, and she wanted to taste, touch, and lick as much as possible.

She started at his collarbone, nibbling her way down. A lick here, a suck there. His body was hot, driving the fire in her higher; the spicy taste of his skin led her to want wild nights with him pounding hard inside her body. Slowly she dragged her hands down his chest, allowing her nails to graze him lightly.

A masculine moan came from his lips, making her pussy clench in need. He placed his hands on her sides, picked her up, and changed their positions. She was lying on her back. Her head was spinning over the fact that he picked her up. She'd never dated a man strong enough to do that.

She might have spent more time dwelling on that, but he laid on her. Big, masculine, powerful. Nothing had ever felt as good as his body pressing her down onto the couch. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as he pulled her shirt off.

He buried his head in her breast. "Beautiful, bountiful."

She had way more than a handful, something she knew men liked even if they didn't like the rest.

His big hand reached out and caressed her breasts, and she found her hips moving against his thick thigh. "I want to taste these beauties."

"Please." Taste, lick, bite, my breasts are all yours.

His hand went to the front of the bra, his thick fingers grasping at the clasp. In his haste, he missed it the first time and had to work on it a second time. A smile lit Deja's lips and made her even hotter as she watched him. He took one side off, leaving the other breast covered in pink material.

He placed his nose deep in the v of her chest and inhaled. "Your scent is tantalizing."

His hand came up to caress her breast. He held it in one hand and squeezed before his lips came down, and he placed small kisses all over it. She made small sounds encouraging him. Her body arched, wanting to feel him touch her everywhere.

Holding her breast in one hand, he rubbed his cheek against her like a huge predator who was tame for the moment. His tongue came out and licked her breast, teasing her before he sucked the nipple into his mouth. She let out a loud cry that had him flattening himself against the end of the couch.

Chapter Ten

Deja was lying onthe couch, a startled look on her face, while her alien was plastered against the arm of the couch, mumbling softly.

"Please be ok." His shoulders dropped as if he were carrying the weight of the world on them.

"Enzo, what's wrong?" He was pale; his eyes were dull. Did he need a doctor?

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