Page 46 of Sexting the Don

I tilt my head back, offering him my neck, which he gladly accepts, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin there. "Is that a promise?" I tease, my voice breathy.

"It's a guarantee," he replies, his tone husky. He lifts his head to lock eyes with me, his gaze intense. "I want to make you lose control, make you forget everything but my name."

I laugh softly, the sound mingling with the rising tension between us. "I'd like to see you try," I challenge, my hands roaming over the hard planes of his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under my touch.

Enzo's smile is devilish, and he pulls me closer. "Oh, I don't just try; I succeed," he assures me. His hands slide down to my hips, gripping them firmly. "I'll have you begging for more before the night is over."

He moves with a grace that belies his size, each gesture calculated and sure. His touch is confident, sending shivers across my skin as his fingers trace my breasts, igniting a fire that seems to burn brighter with every breath.

In the middle of the heady rush of our flirtation, Enzo's voice drops to a huskier tone, "Are you ready to take another step forward in our journey?"

His eyes lock onto mine, intense and probing.

The mention of advancing our exploration into submission and control sends a thrilling tingle through me. I nod, my voice barely a whisper, "Yes."

"Imagine not being able to see, relying only on your sense of touch, your hearing, your taste ..." His words trail off suggestively.

"I’m ready," I affirm, my anticipation building as he steps closer, his hand slipping between my thighs in a promise of pleasures to come.

"Almost ready," he corrects with a wry smile, his voice thick with promise.

Enzo scoops me up like it's nothing, his arms strong and steady as he carries me to the bed. He gently lays me down, his eyes locked on mine with that look of his, promising passion and pleasure beyond anything I’ve experienced.

"You ready for me?" he growls softly, his hot breath tickling my skin. I can only nod, totally caught up in the moment, already craving his touch.

He starts slowly, teasing me with kisses and light flicks of his tongue that have me squirming under his touch. His hands holdmy hips down just enough to remind me he's in charge, and it sends tingles of desire through me.

"Let me hear you," he says, his voice dripping with that sexy confidence.

The room contracts: all of my senses are focused on the intense pleasure cascading through me. My hands find his hair, gripping and pulling him closer, silently urging him to intensify his efforts. He obliges, his movements becoming more deliberate. He teases with light flicks, then plunges deeper, his tongue moving in slow, purposeful strokes that build a heat in me that's desperate to erupt.

Each firm swipe of his tongue over my clit sends waves of pleasure radiating outward, and he alternates these with gentle sucks that draw deeper moans from my throat.

Enzo's focus on my pleasure is relentless, his own desire to satisfy me fueling his actions. He's attentive to every shift in my breathing, every quiver of my body, using these cues to guide his movements. He reaches up and squeezes my breasts as he licks me.

As I near the edge, his pace quickens slightly, his tongue and lips working in perfect sync to bring me to a shattering climax.

When the big wave hits, it crashes through me hard. I scream out Enzo's name, the room echoing around us. He doesn't let up, not even a bit, riding through every pulse of my release, making every second count until I'm left gasping, completely undone.

As I come back down to earth he crawls up to hold me, his body a warm, solid comfort. "That was incredible," I pant out, still caught in the aftershocks, feeling both totally satisfied and deeply connected to him.

Enzo reaches between my thighs again, his touch sending a new kind of thrill through me. "Now you're ready," he murmurs. His fingers tease me gently, coaxing my body back to heightened awareness. I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the sensations, each touch sharpening my focus on the pleasure he's stirring up.

"Here’s what we’re going to try tonight," he explains, his voice a soft caress against my ear. My heart thumps with excitement, the thrill of the unknown adding an edge to my anticipation.

Enzo moves slowly, deliberately, tying me up in a spread-eagle position. The restraints are firm yet gentle against my skin, each loop he ties a whisper of what's to come.

Next, he covers my eyes with a soft blindfold, plunging me into darkness. The loss of sight heightens my other senses immediately; every sound and touch are magnified.

Enzo starts to tease me again, his touches unpredictable and maddening. He brushes against my skin here, there, everywhere, each contact a surprise that makes me gasp and squirm. The anticipation builds, each moment stretched out, every touch a promise of more to come.

I'm practically trembling with need when I feel him position himself. And then, he's entering me, slow and steady, filling me up in a way that has me biting my lip to keep from crying out.

As Enzo starts moving inside me, every thrust is deep and deliberate, ramping up the intensity to an almost unbearable level. Being blindfolded, every little touch feels like it's magnified tenfold.

"God, you feel incredible," he groans, his voice a delicious rumble that vibrates through me.

His hands wander, skimming over my hips, sliding up to tease my breasts, sending shivers racing across my skin. Each touch is like a spark, lighting me up from the inside. "Tell me how bad you want this," he murmurs into my ear, picking up the pace and pushing me closer to the edge.

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