Page 139 of Hexed
“Enzo, I really need to?—”
“Later,” I say. “It doesn’t matter what you have to tell me. There’s nothing you could say that will change how I feel. Just…let me have you. Finally.Please.”
It’s not like me to beg, but the alcohol loosened my grasp on my morals and my control just enough for me to be vulnerable and honest.
I have to know what she feels like. It’s been torturing me for weeks remembering the feel of her pinned to the wall beneath me, so close to touching yet so far from being intertwined. I want to slip down her body, put my mouth on her cunt and suck until she creams, and then I want to slip my cock inside her until I feel like she’ll never be able to get me out.
The thought of coming inside her, of making her moan my name while I claim her in the most primal way, shooting deep into her channel, makes my balls tighten, and my tongue swirls with hers again, my mouth pressing against her harder.
The air turns frantic, and she becomes an active participant in the kiss, her hands sliding up my chest and wrapping around my neck until she tangles her fingers in the strands of my hair and tugs so she can press against me more firmly.
Another moan escapes her, and then I’m moving, my touch gliding from her face and behind her head, skimming down her sides, sliding up her dress until my hands drift beneath it and I’m touching hot, slick skin.
Our lips never separate, and it’s messy and she’s unsure, but it doesn’t matter because it’s with her, so it’s perfect.
It’s like she’s been starved for so long and now that she’s given in, she can’t get enough. I don’t know why she’s never kissed anyone before, but I’m not going to question it. Knowing I’m the only one to get that from her? It’s a gift. One that fills me up and makes me want to fall and worship at her feet.
Which I do.
I push her back slightly, finally breaking away, and I spin us around again, my hands going to her hips and lifting her until she’s perched on the edge of the desk. I drop to myknees, slipping her dress up her body. When I glance at her, my stomach clenches and flips.
She’s breathtaking.
Her chest is heaving, cheeks a rosy pink, and her eyes are half-lidded and dreamy, sexual in a way that makes it hard to think. To breathe.
“Enzo,please,” she begs, her hands finding purchase on the top of my head.
“Shhh, baby. I want to take my time. Memorize this moment so I can think about it whenever I want.”
Leaning in, I press soft kisses to her ankle, her calf, her inner thigh. Her legs part wider, and I’m fucking thrilled when I realize she, once again, isn’t wearing any underwear, her cunt on display, pink, swollen, and fucking perfect.
My mouth waters, my hands gripping her outer thighs and pulling her into me roughly until her ass scoots to the very edge of the desk.
She gasps, and then her eyes flare and she tightens her grip on my hair, pushing my face into her pussy.
Heaven.
This must be what it feels like.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand, blowing soft puffs of air on her clit.
“I want you to lick me.”
My tongue sneaks out and gives a tentative swipe, barely there, just ghosting along her lips and around her clit. She pushes on the back of my head harder, and I sink in willingly, her taste exploding on my taste buds and making my eyes roll back. She’s tangy, like pineapple and woman, and my cock is pressing against my zipper so hard, I think it might break through, precum dripping down my length and making a mess on my skin.
She moans and releases my head, falling back on her elbows, her breasts moving up and down with her heavy breaths. “Oh,God, Enzo, that feels.…”
Her words urge me on, and I can tell from how open she is to this experience that although she may have been a virgin with kissing, in other areas, she’s definitely not.
My tongue circles her clit and dips down to her entrance, lapping up her wetness and then heading back to where I know she needs me most. One of my hands moves to grip her inner thigh, forcing her legs open more, and my other goes to her dripping hole, my fingers slipping inside her and moving back and forth, curling upward with my motion.
She moans again, and I watch her from where I’m settled between her legs, my cock pulsing with need when she throws her head back, her hair brushing against the desk as she pants out her pleasure.
Goddamn, she’s fucking perfect this way.
“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Just like that.”
Her hips rotate on my mouth, and I move the hand that was gripping her inner thigh up to her side, helping her move against me.
