Page 80 of Highball and Chain

I grabbed the headboard and lowered my body.

Enzo raised his head, but I rose just out of reach. When he lowered, I lowered. It took two more times, but the control freak finally understood what I wanted.

I rolled my hips until his tongue pressed where I needed it, and rocked to set the rhythm. He took over from there. The position might have given me the upper hand, but Enzo played my body like he cooked—skilled, precise, and with an artistic flare.

I held onto the headboard for dear life and prayed to anyone who would listen that I’d come before he sprained his tongue. “So close… I can’t…”

Enzo grabbed my hips and held me in place as his tongue moved in a quick, but steady rhythm. He undid me in seconds, leaving me panting and begging for him to stop.

Enzo didn’t seem to know the meaning of the word stop.

“You don’t exactly follow orders, but I’ll let you slide this once…”

“How magnanimous of you.” He mimicked my voice.

Before I could call him out on it, he and sat upright, taking me with him. One moment I was straddling his face, the next he had my upper back on his thighs and my legs draped over his shoulders.

“Stop, please, no…” Bent like a misshapen paperclip, I couldn’t roll to the side, couldn’t close my legs, couldn’t take another second.

He licked, nibbled, and sucked another orgasm out of me before he released my hips.

I threw my arm over my face and tried to remember how to breathe, only vaguely aware that he’d put on a condom.

Enzo moved between my rubbery legs and hovered. “May I make love to you now, mistress?”

“Yes, please do, Master of Cheesy Lines.”

Staring into my eyes, he pushed inside me. Each small fraction forward ignited my overly sensitive flesh until I couldn’t take it.

I lifted my hips, but he held in place. I made a sound that I’d never made before, something between a moan and a whimper. “Please…”

Nuzzling his cheek against mine, he whispered, “Do you want something?”

“Yes, deeper. I need you inside me.”

He smiled against my cheek as he eased forward a little more. I might have played at taking control, but this man was a master.

How can he hold back for so long?“Dammit, Enzo. Give it to me.”

He thrust forward, burying himself.

I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders. Once again, I barely recognized the sounds coming out of my mouth.

Enzo, propped himself up on one elbow and turned my face toward his. “Look at me, Shanna.”

I held his gaze as he drew back and pressed forward, over and over. The slow pace accentuated the movement, intensifying the sensation, yet somehow, prolonged my pleasure.

Lowering his mouth to mine, he kissed me as leisurely as he moved his hips. Like he had nothing to do for the next few years except…me.

Enzo rubbed his stubbly jaw over my cheek and increased the tempo. The pressure built inside me and spilled over so quickly that I had no choice but to cling to him until it passed.

He held his breath and tensed. Exhaling my name, he gave one final thrust and pressed his brow to mine. “You are amazing.”

Still catching my breath, I nodded.

Enzo brushed his lips over my cheek like a blind man searching for my mouth by Braille. The kiss felt different, almost reverent, before he rolled to his side and tucked me against his chest.

I closed my eyes, wrapped warm and safe in his arms. In a moment of complete relaxation, and utter stupidity, I uttered, “I love you.”

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