Page 105 of Bellini Bound
“Take all the time you need, sweetheart.” His voice took on that deeper quality it did whenever he was turned on. “But when you’re ready, I’m gonna fuck you on my bike so hard you’ll see stars brighter than the ones starting to appear in the night sky above us.”
So much for trying to calm down. A few words from my sexy-as-sin husband, and my heart rate shot through the roof.
On legs that felt like jelly, I stood, and Enzo followed suit.
Then it was game on.
Enzo was quick to provide an anchoring hold on my waist, keeping me upright when the ground seemed to crumble beneath my feet as his tongue swiped inside my mouth, picking up right where we’d left off in the kitchen. I clawed at him, just as he requested, trying to get closer while silently cursing all the layers of clothing standing between his skin and mine.
My leather jacket was wrenched open so forcefully that the zipper broke, but I didn’t give a fuck. The sooner I was naked, the better.
Cool air met my fevered skin as my tank top was lifted over my head, my heaving breasts barely contained in the lace cups of my bra, my ragged breathing lifting them higher with each inhale.
Without breaking the seal between our mouths, I shoved Enzo’s jacket off his shoulders, splaying fingers wide beneath the back hem of his T-shirt.His skin was scorching beneath my palms, and I grew desperate to bask in that blistering inferno.
“Don’t make me wait,” I panted against his lips.
“Need to fuck you so bad, baby,” he rasped in response, his large hands shifting to my ass so he could grind against me. The hard length of his cock taunted me from beneath the fabric of his black jeans.
“Now, please.” Was that a sob? Because it sure as hell sounded like one.
His touch left my backside, trailing fire over my hips, until he reached the fly of my pants and began working it open. His lips tore away from mine as he dropped to the dirt, yanking the tight fabric down my thighs.
He stopped before it made it past my knees, and I begged, “Keep going.”
“Nuh-uh.” Enzo shook his head. “That’s all I need.”
What? That didn’t make any sense.
But before I could process the meaning of his words, his fist grabbed the gusset of my panties and tugged, the sound of lace tearing filtering into the night air. Then he was back on his feet, scooping me into his arms and depositing me onto the seat of the motorcycle so that my head was resting near the handlebars, my back arched against the fuel tank. Keeping hold of both of my ankles in one hand, he straddled the long leather bench and worked his pants open.
My mouth filled with saliva when his thick, hard cock came into view. I wanted to taste that bead of precum pooled at the tip more than I wanted my next breath.
Moaning, I reached for him, aching to feel the silkiness of his hot length, to tug on it until he was the one begging for release. But my plan to unravel my rough-around-the-edges husband was foiled when he batted my hand away.
“Who’s in charge here, Allie?” he gritted out, jaw clenched tight. His control was slipping, and I asked God to please let him unleash on me, tomake me so sore that I battled against tears the whole way back to the city. He always made it hurt so damn good.
“You!” I cried out, gasping when he lifted my hips higher, letting the head of his cock rub through my slit.
“Fuck.” The curse was hissed under his breath. “Look at you dripping all over the seat. My little fuck doll christening my new hog.”
Heaven help me, his words put me right on the edge. All it would take would be—
The sound of hocking barely registered through my muted hearing before something sharp and wet landed right on my clit, acting like the detonator on the climax that had been lurking in the shadows the whole ride out here.
I bit down on my lip hard as my muscles convulsed at once, the pure ecstasy shot directly into my bloodstream more potent than if I’d injected heroin instead. How could anyone not get addicted to this kind of high, when even before I came down I was already concerned with how I would score my next fix?
I let out a primal scream when his thumb rubbed circles over that hypersensitive bud between my thighs.
“Give me one more,” Enzo commanded.
“No.” My head thrashed from side to side. “Need your cock. Please.”
“You’re even more beautiful when you beg, baby.” He mercifully removed his touch. “Since you made a concession for me tonight and went way out of your comfort zone, it only seems fair that I grant you this one request.”
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” I chanted on repeat, mindless in my need to feel him inside me.
“You’re just a blissed-out, blubbering mess, aren’t you, honey?” His tone held a mixture of humor and awe.
