Page 25 of Enzo
It was how I found myself on the DiMauro property, sticking to the shadows as I made my way through the DiMauro residence like some fucking creep. I’d learned the layout of their home and could move blindfolded around it.
The air was crisp, the breeze off the sea cool. It was almost midnight, and the property was drenched in darkness as I climbed the cherry tree beyond her window.
Dressed in all black, I blended in with the moonless night until I found myself on the balcony of Penelope’s bedroom.
I slid inside soundlessly, my gaze traveling over each corner of the feminine bedroom. The furniture was all white. White four-poster bed, white dresser filled with family photos, books scattered across a white desk, and a large white armoire displaying… dresses of all colors.Not so pristine, then, I thought to myself.
There was one dress that caught my eye in particular, and I reached for it, twisting and turning the material between my fingers. Red lace, sliding up a muscled thigh?—
A soft moan traveled through the air, the sound so fucking sweet it sent shudders through me.
I released the dress and my eyes landed on her dark hair, sprawled over the pillow like a crown around her head. Her full lips were parted and her eyes were closed, a flush staining her cheeks. She was asleep, wearing a flimsy babydoll nightgown that was bunched up at her waist, the sheets kicked to her ankles.
Another moan slipped through her lips. My shoulders stiffened as I watched the left strap of her nightgown slip, revealing her beautiful full breasts. And then my eyes locked on the outline of her hand between her legs and I froze.
I stared at those graceful fingers drifting to her breast, pinching her nipple, causing her back to arch while her other hand remained between her legs. Her thighs fell open, and I watched from the shadows, mesmerized, as her hand dipped inside her panties, my mind picturing her pink, glistening pussy.
Another small whimper and I was hard as a rock.
Jesus Christ.She was even more gorgeous than I remembered.
I leaned closer, my hands gripping the edge of the cabinet as I watched her masturbate.
I watched and I watched, memorizing every shift of her hips and moan from her throat.
Her body shuddered. Her hips rolled desperately, her tits bouncing as she spread her legs even wider. Her arousal perfumed the air as her movements grew jerky.
Her back arched and a lock of hair spilled down her face as she panted. Perspiration gathered above her lip and her brow furrowed as she worked herself to her peak. There was nothingI wanted more than to take her mouth in a possessive kiss and then fuck her pussy with my tongue.
I traced the edge of my teeth with the tip of my tongue, dying to taste her again. She was like a drug, the sweetest escape, and my dick still remembered how good she felt pulsing around it.
Her breathing grew labored as she rubbed herself furiously, her eyes still pinched closed. A frustrated groan echoed against the walls and her hips arched up. Almost as if she were offering herself to me.
My eyes roamed over her body hungrily. Taut stomach, toned thighs, tits that spilled from her nightgown and nipples begging to be sucked.
Fuck, would it be wrong to taste her again? I knew she wasn’t fully awake, likely caught in some sort of lucid dream, but thosesounds…
Then, as if she read my mind, she pushed her panties down her slim legs, kicking them off the bed and giving me a full view of her swollen lips.
“Please,” she moaned. I tore my eyes from her glistening core to find her watching me through hazy, half-lidded eyes. “Please touch me.”
Jesus, I wasn’t a saint.
My face was between her legs in the next heartbeat, breathing her arousal into my lungs. I showered her inner thighs with small kisses before I dove in, brushing my tongue over her clit.
Her body shuddered and my mouth watered.
“Please,” she moaned again, pushing her fingers into my hair as her back bowed off the bed. I hooked her legs over my shoulders for better access, pausing as I took in her perfect, flushed skin.
When my mouth latched on to her clit, her hips began to rock against my mouth. I licked and nipped at the bundle of nerves,pulling gasps and moans from her. Then I slid my tongue inside her entrance and her fingers tightened in my hair, making my scalp burn.
I pushed all thoughts but her tight pussy from my mind, thrusting my tongue in and out until her walls clenched greedily and her juices dripped down my face. I hummed my satisfaction, lapping at her creamy arousal.
My cock was so hard it ached in my pants. But this was for her. Her dream. Her night. Her orgasm.
She ground her hips against my face and I growled against her pussy, tasting her perfection.
I didn’t hold back, not easing up until I could feel her body begin to tighten, her breaths coming harsher and faster. In and out. In and out. I tongue-fucked her, sucking every last drop of her juices.
