Page 13 of I Will Steal You the Stars
‘Then I will kiss every inch of your skin. And I will not stop until I have tasted every bit of you.’
He began at her shoulder, traced the furrow made by her collarbone, moved lazily over one breast, then the other. He licked a line down her sternum and scraped his teeth over the thin skin at her hips. At every movement, every slight adjustment of his body, he rubbed against her core. Little sparks of delight and need shot through her, her body throbbing. Lower he moved until he settled between her legs. He nipped her inner thigh, and brushed his lips lightly over her sex, and even though he barely touched her, she thought she might ignite.
‘I love your smell. So wickedly delicious.’ He stroked a finger along her slit and over her delicate nub. Mina groaned. He circled, ever so gently, so small a movement, yet it sent a sharp pang of pleasure scorching through her.
‘Sweet mercy, Enzo. That feels so good.’
‘You like that?’ He continued to stroke her. Mina’s lids fluttered, and through them, she caught his stupid, smug smile, and his cheek resting against her thigh. ‘Let’s see what happens if I…’
His silver tongue that had promised her the stars lapped warm against her. Something like a shriek of surprise and a groan of primal bliss burst from her lips. Kissing, nipping, dear heavens,devouring, every little lick and purr sent a tremble of light through her. He nudged her thighs wider, and he moaned as he settled lower. His wicked tongue flicked, and Mina fell into the abandon of it.
He trailed a line of kisses along her thighs, then pressed his face into her most intimate parts, and with a rattling tremor, he breathed her in—a long, deep inhalation like her body had become air—and his exhalation devolved into a rumbling growl that resonated from her core to her toes, to even the tips of her hair. His warm tongue slid into the space that his breath couldn’t reach, and with the most languorous precision, he rounded and swept against her like she was a well-worn turn of phrase. Hisferocious tongue laved and skittered, and more than a hum, her body began to sing.
‘I’ve never felt… I’ve never touched… I’ve never…’ Mina writhed as he slipped a finger inside her and suckled her nub in the same instance. The back of her head rubbed against the iron bed frame as she let out a moan that started where Enzo touched her and ended with her voice reverberating off the ceiling. ‘Fuck, Enzo, you feel so good.’
Cool air replaced his body, and Enzo sat back on his haunches, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and his lips half twisted into a smirk. ‘Not a naughty word from Mina? Where did you learn such language?’
An apology formed on her lips. Enzo raised a brow.
In the basement with her fears, her loneliness and her small blossoming at the slight attention, intercourse had been a messy thing. His Grace had covered her mouth with his hand as the pain of losing her innocence had made her cry out, and in the evenings after, he’d encouraged her to silence as he took his pleasure. Never giving, only taking, every thrust accompanied by a whisperedshush.
But tonight, frustrated bliss thrummed though her body, tight and coiled, desperate, like a hand clutching for bread. They stayed fixed, eyes locked, as if daring the other to move first. Did he want her to beg? Or something else? Mina licked her lips. Through the beatific blur, she traced the wicked shine to his mouth, and the satisfied glint in his eyes, and his most prominent cock.
‘Finish me,’ she demanded. His grin dinted his dimples into existence. ‘Make me…’ She searched for the right words yet had nothing firm to grasp. Before, she’d been expected to be silent. She needed tonotbe silent. ‘Make me scream. Fuck me visible.’
‘That’s my girl,’ Enzo rasped, then pressed his mouth between her thighs. He moved with such certainty, his tongue flickingand circling, and when he moaned, the hum made her buck, and he angled himself harder, his neck craning as he pressed firmer. He stroked inside her, deep and delicate. Mina twisted her fingers through his hair. There was a perverse delight in placing her hand over that part of her body and instead of touching herself, finding him. When she pulled him a little closer, he tilted at her direction. His fingertips dug into her thighs as he dragged her into a position that suited him, and Mina, thrumming with delight and abandon, writhed in supplication until her body broke. She howled with the unravelling, as the great thumping fear and the magnificent wave of trembling bliss tore through her. She hooked her knee behind his neck, her body pulsing and jerking as every follicle stood on end and every beat of her heart pounded with pleasure.
Languorously, he dragged his tongue over her torso and dipped into the depression of her belly button. Every nerve blazed, and when he nipped her nipple with his teeth, she jerked at the intensity of his touch.
‘I feel so different,’ she panted. ‘Like waking up in a different bed.’
‘Every day, Mina, I’ll kiss you like that every day if you wish it. Can I be with you now? I’m near fit to finish.’
Enzo’s weight pressed against her chest, his breath heavy and warm against her cheek. He smelt of this moment, of them, together. His cock nudged at her wetness.
‘Wait!’ she said with a slight puff.
Enzo sucked air between his teeth. ‘I’ve been waiting some time for you. I’m not sure I can.’
‘Not for long. You lie down.’ Mina scooted to one side. He flopped onto his back. She clambered across his firmness and positioned her body over his. ‘I’ve heard stories about women riding their men. It will be a first for both of us.’
Mina fumbled a little until she found Enzo’s cock, and before her confidence trembled, she settled herself over his tip. He bit his lip, his eyes glinting with desire, and as she slid herself down the length of his shaft, all his control evaporated with a groan of amazement laced with ecstasy. His body embedded in hers, he gripped her hips with his coarse fingers.
Mina splayed her hands against his chest as she rocked. For a few grinding thrusts, her rhythm had no momentum, yet at every little movement, Enzo growled with pleasure.
‘You are heaven.’ He grappled for her and with an uncouth grasp of hair, he drew her lips to his, kissed her, his tongue demanding. ‘You are so beautiful. Fuck, you feel so good. Mina, my Mina.’
The iron squeaked, the bedframe thumped against the wall, and Enzo alternated between grunts and whimpering breaths, sprinkled with small compliments and profanities. So wanted, so needed, his desire licked at her years of loneliness until the pain was burnt and brittle, and with each sway, that blissful energy hummed again, starting in her toes before racing over her skin. She braced herself against the curve of the bedframe to leverage herself better, while Enzo, ravenous and greedy, drew a nipple into his mouth and lightly bit her. Mina shrieked with the contrast of pleasure and pain, comfort and abrasion. Her body flowered with each perfect little thrust, and she tipped back, opening herself to him as that tremendous crescendo engulfed her again, and forget the stars—she howled to the moon that peaked through the window.
Enzo drew her close and held her as tight as a vice. ‘I am done for.’ He sighed his release into the sticky air between them.
Half a bed, half a room, and all his love. There were worse ways to start over. Against his warmth and the easy rise and fall of his chest, sleep claimed her, and with the steady thump of hisheart against her cheek, Mina drifted into sleep with the promise of a new dream.
Chapter Seven
Sometime during the night, Enzo woke. He squinted across the room. Peter the coster was still out. He kissed Mina’s nape.
She shuffled, murmured, then nestled into him.
