Page 19 of Irreplaceable
I wondered how he could extract so much pleasure from me. I’d never experienced a high quite like this, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. But I trusted that if I did, he’d make it worth the wait.
I was panting, close to begging, when he growled against my clit, “Come for me.”
His gruff voice traveled through me, detonating the explosion I’d been so desperately holding at bay. And what an explosion it was—such a sudden rush of sensations and colors that I was delirious. But he didn’t stop, not until I was limp and barely able to hold myself up.
It was only as I was coming back down to earth that I heard him say, “Buono.” Good.
Dear lord, that was more than good. That was… I didn’t even have words for how incredible he’d made me feel. When my friends had talked about sex in the past, I’d always listened with a bit of skepticism at their life-changing orgasms. But Enzo had converted me; I was officially a believer.
“Girati.” He gave my ass a gentle smack, announcing his intent that I turn over.
I smiled, amused that he’d been reduced to one-word commands. Pleased that he’d resorted to his native tongue. Hearing him speak Italian was sexy as hell. And I would do whatever he wanted if he continued looking at me the way he was right now.
“On your back.” He clenched his fists as if to keep from touching me. “Legs spread.”
I did exactly as he asked, feeling myself grow wetter as he stared at me while palming himself, the robe hanging off his shoulders. Watching him was erotic, the way his hand slid up and down, his grip tight, eyes hooded.
He was a sight to behold—utterly perfect. Those deep creases at the waist, a trail of dark hair that led to the most impressive hard-on I’d ever seen. Impressive and beautifully unique. I’d never been with a guy who wasn’t circumcised—the foreskin still covering the head.
He crawled on top of me, running his nose along mine before tracing my jawline, moving down my neck, my breasts. Compared to his earlier touch, this was gentle yet still incredibly sensual. I closed my eyes, sighing as he circled my nipple.
But when he clamped down, hard, my eyes popped open in surprise. But mingled with it was delight, especially when he flattened his tongue over the skin. My body was at war, trying to process the pain then the pleasure. A pain so exquisite it was pleasure.
“You like that?” he asked, and I nodded. He seemed pleased. And then he nipped at the other one, soon soothing it with his tongue. “Do you want more?”
I nodded again.
“I’m going to need to hear that from your lips.”
I swallowed, not entirely sure what I was getting myself into. But I sure as hell wanted to find out. “I want more.”
“What do you want, Harper? Tell me.”
“I want…” I swallowed, trying to determine what I wanted most and first. But the words came out unbidden. “Ti voglio. Take me.” I released my plea to the air. I want you.Take me.