Page 27 of Personal Research

He moved.

Blood roared in his ears as he went deep. She fisted him, so achingly snug he wanted to shout in ecstasy.

“Oh, God, yes…” Her voice trailed off into a gasp.

Every time he eased out and inched back into her narrow passage, she exhaled, the sound creeping closer to a moan. She liked this. Wanted more of it. Thank God. He’d never been with a woman whose needs so closely mirrored his own.

Finally, she arched, meeting his plunges with her own backward movements. He pressed his face against her spine in between strokes, her feverish skin a balm to his own flushed cheeks.

“Goddamn, you're tight,” he breathed, working her clit furiously.

“Feel so…stretched. So good.” She shuddered, her shoulders dropping to the carpet. The angle was incredible and he lost all hold on his remaining senses as he drove into her hot, slick hole. “I'm going to come,” she panted.

The growing pressure in his balls matched her increasingly frantic squeezes around his cock. “Bella, baby, come on. Bella.” His perfect Bella. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

“Harder!” Her raw cry rang in his ears.

He'd been afraid of hurting her, but he couldn't resist her demand. Not now. He was so hard, so achingly full, he was about to explode. He pumped his hips, forcing himself in again and again until her screams of pleasure drowned out his own muffled grunts. “So good, baby. Give it to me.”

Enzo braced as the cord of tension in her snapped. He let out a guttural cry at the sensation of her spasming around him and the glorious friction sent him over into his own endless orgasm. He came and came, spurting for so long he felt drained.

Her soft giggle brought him back a moment later. He'd slumped against her, the sweet scent of her skin and their combined releases lulling him into that fuzzy place just before sleep. Reluctantly, he slid out of her and stifled a groan. Outside her body, the air seemed stingingly cold. Inside her, all he’d felt was heat. He laid his cheek against her back. She was so beautiful. So damned perfect.

He made himself rise and go into the adjoining bathroom to clean up a bit. Then he grabbed a damp paper towel before he returned to her.

He blotted up the streak of wet marring her thighs and lifted his fingers to his mouth. Tasting her release unleashed another groan as he slumped over her body once more.

She’d taken a lot out of him.

Elena laughed again, louder this time.

He finally eased back and looked down at her, kneeling spread-legged on the carpet. Her ass was red from his hands and he bent to kiss her cheeks, biting each one lightly as he wiped her with the paper towel. “What's so funny?”

“You.” She gave him a teasing glance over her shoulder. “I’d assumed you might fall asleep in that position and I've got serious rug burn.”

“Oh, sorry.” He moved back so she could move more easily. “God, you fucked me so good, woman.”

With the thought, he cast a look upward and said a quick mental apology. It was too late anyway. He’d probably tarnished God’s name twenty times already. Who could blame him? He'd just fucked an incredibly gorgeous, wild, sexy redhead who even now was crawling over his thighs and enfolding him in a long, wet kiss.

An incredibly gorgeous, wild, sexy redhead he cared about more with every passing minute.

“Uh uh,” she said as she reached over and snatched her purse, withdrawing a small plastic bag for the paper towel he held and a bottle of hand sanitizer. “Remember I said I come prepared?” she asked when he gawked at her. She proceeded to wipe down the vibrator with rose-scented hand sanitizer.

He laughed. “You're one of a kind.”

“I sure am. So are you.” Grinning, she tucked the items in her purse. “Now where were we?”

He pushed her back onto the carpet and ranged his body over hers. Already he wanted her again. “Christening this brand-new rug.”

Thirteen

Elena woke in his arms,his palm cradling her breast. She must've fallen asleep after the last bout, which had ended with him licking her pussy again until she'd screamed herself hoarse. Her throat still burned.

She shifted to find Enzo smiling at her, his deep brown eyes soft with affection. Her heart and belly fluttered in tandem. “How long was I out?”

“Only a couple minutes.” He brushed her hair away from her forehead and kissed her temple. “I've worn you out.”

“A temporary problem, I assure you.” She shifted on the surprisingly comfortable carpet. “Your uncle picked well with this rug. Though I'm pretty sure the shape of my ass is permanently embedded into it in several places.”