Page 22 of The Prizes We Win
Enzo continues to thrust in and out of me with so much force, tears start to fall from the corners of my eyes and down my temples. When he spots them he says, “I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t a pretty sight.” Lowering his face, he uses his hold on mine to turn my head and runs his tongue over the salty tears. I don’t know why, but the action causes my pussy to tighten around him. A chuckle rumbles deep in his chest. “But you know what would look even better?” he whispers darkly in my ear. He doesn’t even give me time to answer. Quickly, Enzo pulls out of me, rolls me over, pulls me at my hips so my ass is in the air and my face remains pressed against the floor and slams himself back inside of me. “The sight of your ass in the air as you take every inch of me.”
“Honey…” I moan wantonly.
Enzo moans at the name. Pulling out slightly, he commands, “Say it again.”
“Honey,” I repeat.
He pulls his hips back before thrusting back in with all his force and pausing once again. My pussy pulses around the emptiness. “Again.”
I whimper at the absence of him inside of me. “Honey,” I whimper.
Enzo slams into me again. “Again!”
Now I can feel tears falling from my eyes but for an entirely different reason. I’ve never craved a release so desperately in my life. “Fuck,” I cry.
Reaching down, Enzo grabs a fist full of my hair, pulling my face off the floor. “Again, Josephine.”
“Honey.” My voice is nothing more than a strangled sob. Enzo slams into me once more, and the climax I was so desperately wanting appears out of nowhere and crashes into me like a freight train. My legs shake violently beneath me, and instead of holding me up, Enzo lets me fall flat on the floor.
The new angle has my clit rubbing against the floor, and Enzo’s cock inside of me hitting spots I didn’t even know existed. I find myself crying out in pleasure as my orgasm seems to go on and on. “That’s it, Sweetheart. You sound so pretty when you scream for me.”
Enzo leans forward, covering my back with his front, as he once again picks up pace. I know for a fact that my hipbones are going to be bruised from being pushed into the hard floor , but I can’t find it in me to care. Reaching up, he brushes a wayward strand of hair away from the side of my face, allowing him to have an unobstructed view of my face.
“Jesus, Joe. So fucking gorgeous.” His voice seems to have softened slightly, and as I look at him out of the corner of my eye, I see nothing but absolute adoration covering his face. Gradually, his thrusts slow and soften in intensity, leaving me with gradual and sensual strokes. An entirely different feeling, but perfect nonetheless. Suddenly, though, he stills buried inside of me, and I can feel his breath in my ear. “I-I love you, Sweetheart. I fucking love you.” My mouth pops open in a gasp. “Love me back. Please, Joe. Say you love me too.”
Reaching behind me with my hand, I stroke the side of his face and immediately feel the small tear trailing down his cheek. “Honey…” I whisper softly, and his breath hitches. “I love you.”
Enzo exhales heavily. As if those three words are allowing him to breathe fully for the first time.
“I love you,” he says as he kisses my face. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” he repeats playfully. Planting wet kisses across the side of my face between each one. Finally, he starts movingagain. In just a few slow and steady strokes, I can feel the pleasure building in my core once more. And just as the familiar feeling works its way through my body, Enzo begs, “Come with me, Joe. Come, Sweetheart.”
My cry of release is my only answer. And the two of us lay on his bedroom floor, falling apart for one another and putting the other back together just the same. I don’t know how long we lay on the floor like that, but I stay there as long as he’ll let me, despite the throbbing in my hipbones. I memorize the way it feels to have his chest moving against me with each breath, the way his familiar scent of nutmeg and amber envelops me, and the way I can feel the love we have for one another pouring off of us in waves, even as we lie here in silence.
And when the two of us finally manage to rise from the floor and shower, we curl up in his bed with my head on his chest, and his fingers playing with the strands of my hair. With my fingers tracing the tattoos that cover his torso, I say softly, “Thank you for being so amazing today. For saving her when you didn’t have to.”
Enzo kisses the crown of my head. “You were pretty amazing yourself.” I playfully slap at his chest, and he laughs. “I meant with Anya. But we can fool around like that whenever you want.”
I look up at him. “You’re impossible sometimes,” I say on a laugh.
He shrugs nonchalantly, his sleepy eyes and messy hair making him look as sexy as ever. “One of the many reasons you love me.”
I can practically feel the cartoon eyes popping out of my head. “Yeah. You’re right.”
“So, what do you think we should do with her?” he asks after a moment.
“Actually… I think I have an idea. But let’s all talk about it in the morning. For now”—I reach down and pull the covers up higher and nuzzle myself back into his chest—“let’s sleep.”
“Sweet dreams, Joe,” he says softly while still playing with my hair.
“Sweet dreams, Enz.”
And that’s exactly what I had. The sweetest of dreams withoneof my loves.
16
Luca
“Just five more minutes,” I groan as Sebastian tries to get out of bed. My arms are wrapped around him, his back pressed to my front, and my head is in the perfect position. You know the kind where your face is buried in their neck, but it doesn’t feel like you’re suffocating, and there’s no strands of hair being shoved up your nostril? The sunrise is casting just the right glow through the crack in the curtains, the room is the perfect temperature, and I can smell who I’m assuming is Dante cooking bacon and making coffee in the kitchen. This is the epitome of comfiness and I refuse to move.
