Page 65 of The Bonventi Secret
I pull back, my lips popping off his cock with a wet sound, "Come in my mouth. I want to taste you," I say, sliding him right back in, working him to climax.
He moans as his fingers tighten, and he pushes my head down, urging me to take him deeper.
The sound of his ragged breathing fills the air; he's unable to keep quiet.
I use my hand to tease his balls, gently fondling them as my mouth works his cock. I can hear him above me, growling with pleasure.
And then, there's a brief silence, and his grip tightens in my hair, and his hips jerk upwards.
His hot cum floods my mouth, the salty taste exploding on my tongue. I swallow, feeling the warmth spread through my body. I don't stop until he's given me everything he has.
I pull back, my lips swollen and my throat sore. I look up at him and smile. He reaches down, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek.
"Fuck, cara mia," he manages to say between catching his breath, "that was fucking incredible."
He helps me back up, and I take my seat. He stares at me as I wipe my mouth and take a drink of my wine. I smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
I made him lose control, and I loved every second of it.
"What's in the wine?" I ask, smiling.
We both laugh as the waiter comes in and sets our food down.
"I don't know, but if I find out, I'm ordering every damn case I can," Enzo says, smiling.
We eat dinner happily, and if anyone were in the room watching us, they'd think it was a bit overly romantic. We share food, feeding each other, and at one time, I think how in another life, I would have thought this was so corny, but now—give me that Lady and the Tramp spaghetti scene with Enzo any day.
We leave the restaurant, and on the way home, I just can't picture things getting any better. My dissertation is going well, the fellowship's starting to release funds for my research, and Enzo and I are, well, doing good.
There may have been a bit of drama getting to this stage, but I'm here, and I know how fucked up it may seem, but I'm starting to think I'm right where I'm meant to be.
LIVIA - 23
Iwake to the gentle caress of Enzo's fingers mindlessly moving up and down my arm. His touch sends a pleasant happiness through me, and I can't help but smile, my eyes still closed. I nestle closer to him, relishing the warmth of his body.
"Good morning, cara mia," he says into my ear.
I open my eyes to find his piercing blue gaze fixed on me, a tender smile planted on his face. "Morning," I whisper back, rubbing the drowsiness away from my eyes.
Enzo presses a soft kiss to my forehead, and when I look up at him, he finds my lips in a gentle, affectionate kiss. I melt into him, my hand sliding up to cup his stubbled jaw. The kiss deepens, and I can taste the faint remnants of last night's wine on his tongue.
When we finally part, I'm smiling wide. Enzo's eyes tell me he's thinking the same as me—staying in bed all day—but we both know we have to get up for breakfast. It's become our routineover the past three weeks—sharing both breakfast and dinner together, without fail.
Ever since I told him to be more open, he has, and after our little rendezvous at his restaurant, we've been inseparable. These past few weeks have been amazing. I don't think I could be any happier.
"We should get ready," I say, though I make no move to leave the comfort of his arms.
Enzo chuckles. "Five more minutes won't hurt," he says, pulling me closer.
I laugh and playfully push against his chest. "You said that yesterday, and you were late to your meeting."
"Well, they are my meetings, after all. It's okay to be late to those."
I sit up. "Oh please, the Enzo I know wouldn't really want to be late to anything."
He takes a deep breath and sighs. "Fine, fine. You win. You're starting to know me too well."
I slip out of bed, the cool air of the room raising goosebumps on my skin. I stretch and turn, seeing Enzo's eyes on me.
