Page 95 of Enzo

“Beautiful,” he murmured, bending to kiss my chest. His lips found my nipple, and I gasped, arching into his touch. “So responsive,” he said, smiling.

My hands fumbled with his shirt. “Off,” I demanded, surprising myself with my boldness. “I want to see you too.” I was hard, I could feel him, hard, and I wanted more, I wanted it all.

“Can I touch you?” I asked.

“Roman, sweetheart,” he said, taking my hand and placing it on his hip, “you can touch me anywhere you want.” he reached out to the drawer by the bed, grabbed something and was back in an instant. “I’m negative.”

The bedroom was dim and quiet, the air warm with the softness of night. The distant hum of the streetlights outside barely touched us here.

At first that word made no sense, but then it hit me—STD tests. I’d had that panel with Doc. “Me too.”

Then he squeezed something cold on my fingers, “Touch me.” He moved, then guided my hand to his ass, guiding my fingers to circle that tight ring of muscle. My breath caught as he let out a soft moan.

“Like this?” I asked, my voice trembling with nerves and desire.

“Just like that,” he breathed, his eyes fluttering closed. “You can push in a little. The lube will help.”

I pressed gently, feeling him open for me, and the intimacy of it made my heart race. One finger slipped in, and Enzo’s back arched.

“God, Roman,” he gasped. “That’s perfect.”

His reaction emboldened me. I moved my finger, watching his face for every flicker of pleasure. When I curled it, he let out a sound that sent heat rushing through my entire body.

“Another,” he whispered. “Please.”

I obeyed, adding a second finger, stretching him. His muscles clenched around me, hot and tight. I watched in wonder as he rocked against my hand, his breathing growing ragged.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised, his voice breaking. “Do you feel that spot, right there?” He guided my fingers to press something firm inside him, and when I did, his whole body shuddered. “That’s it, right there.”

I stroked that spot again, mesmerized by how he responded to me. His cock was hard against his stomach, a bead of moisture at the tip. I wanted to taste him, to feel him come apart because of me.

“Can I use my mouth on you? While I do this?”

Enzo’s eyes snapped open, dark with desire. “Fuck, Roman. Yes. But only if you want to.”

“I want to,” I said with certainty, sliding down his body.

I lowered my head, bracing myself on my forearm beside his hip, keeping my fingers inside him as I licked the head of his cock and swallowed as much as I could take. I coughed a little, pulled back to breathe, and then tried again, taking him deeper each time. I adjusted my knees to settle between his thighs, grounding myself so I could keep the rhythm steady while my fingers worked.

Every time I pressed that spot, his thighs would tense and he’d make a sound that sent electricity through my veins. I was painfully hard myself, but I didn’t care—this was about him. I wanted to see him come undone, completely lost under my touch.

“Roman,” he gasped after a few minutes, tugging gently at my hair. “Stop, baby. Come here or I’ll come too soon. I want this to last.”

I released him from my mouth and as I worked my way back up his body, he caught me in a deep kiss, his hand pressed my cock, and I whimpered.

“These need to go,” he murmured, tugging at the waistband of my pants. I lifted my hips to help him, feeling exposed but safe in the heat of his gaze. “God, look at you.”

He reached for the lube again, warming it between his palms before taking both of us in his hand. The sensation of his cock alongside mine made my vision blur.

“Enzo,” I gasped, burying my face into his neck. “I won’t last.”

“It’s okay,” he said, and he stroked us together, his grip firm but tender, twisting at the top in a way that made me see stars. I couldn’t help rocking into his hand, chasing the pleasure building at the base of my spine. I reached for him again, but his hole was out of reach and I let out a needy sound of frustration.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips, the words falling out before I could think about them. “God, I love you so much.”

“I’m close,” he warned, his voice breaking, but the warning was all I needed, and I arched down into him, the words “I love you” tumbling from my lips over and over as pleasure crashed through me. Enzo followed seconds later, his body tensing beneath mine, and he was coming hot and wet between us, moaning my name.

For a moment, we breathed together, his arms wrapped tightly around me. I felt boneless and Enzo pressed gentle kisses to my temple, my cheek, and the corner of my mouth.

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