2. Johanna

Enzo opens the door to his old room that we are going to be occupying for the weekend. It is big and just as beautiful as I expected.

I walk inside the walk in closet and frown when I notice Enzo's clothes already hanging inside the room. Like that is not enough, mine hang just beside his.

"Babe." I call. Enzo walks inside the closet immediately.

"When did you get our bags inside here?" I ask.

"I didn't. The maids did."

"Maids?" I ask

"Yes babe. Is there a problem?" He furrows his brows concern written all over his face. I open the drawers only to notice my panties already arranged too. You got to be kidding me.

"Oh Jo, love. It is nothing. The maids are just doing their job."

"Do they also bathe us?" I ask sardonically.

"Really? I would prefer I did that job myself." He smirks.

"I am serious Enzo."

"Would you prefer they did?" Enzo asks.

"What? No."

"That is what I thought." Enzo leads me out of the closet and back into the bed room.

"So your parents own all of this?" I ask when we settle on the king-size bed.

"That's right."

"You are not like a prince, are you Enzo?" I ask cautiously. I can handle all I have seen today, I don't know what I would do if I found out he was indeed royalty.

"Where did that even come from?" Enzo frowns.

"I don't know how to explain everything. You those old money families?" I ask.

"You could say that." He answers plainly.

"Ouch!" He yelps when I jab him in the stomach.

"I am serious Enzo. I need to know."

"First of all, I am not a prince." he announces. I sigh relieved.

"Seondly, did I tell you how beautiful you look today?" He smiles.

"Four times." I reply with a blush.

"I haven't said it enough then." He pulls me closer to him and instantly I melt on his touch.

"Are you hot?" I blurt out.

"I am definitely." Enzo smirks. Enzo carries me to the ensuite. He takes off his shirt followed by his pants. Then he sends me the look I know so well.

"Babe, no. We can't." I mutter.

"We can't? Give me three strong reasons why we can't." He lifts me up from the floor and carries me so that I am pressed up against the wall.

I can't think in this position. However I am going to be the sensible one for both of us again.

"First of all, we are in your parent's house." I whisper yell.

"So?" He frowns.

"Secondly, someone will hear us." He stops kissing my neck to stare at me.

"No one can hear us so I suggest you be as loud as you can and who cares if they did?"

"I do." I smack his arm.

"Well I don't." He shrugs going back to kissing my neck.

When he nips the spot on my collarbone, I whimper.

"I said three reasons babe. You gave me two." Enzo smirks against my skin. Son of a gun. He knows the effect he has on me and he's having a good time watching me squirm.

"Thirdly..."

I am cut off when his hand holding my ass moves closer to my centre.

"I am waiting." He teases.

"Don't be an ass." I retort.

"Thirdly..."

I am cut off again when his fingers find the spot over my panties.

"Already so wet darling." Enzo hums continuing with the torture. Honestly, I can't think like this, not when his fingers are rubbing me over my panties. The friction is bittersweet, I could cry.

"Enzo." I moan. He puts me back down on the floor. I don't need to think anymore. I know what I want and I am going to get it. I lift my sun dress painfully slowly watching with a smirk the impatience in his eyes. As soon as it is off my body, I jump back into his arms and he leads us into the showers. I don't think the bath tub can handle us right now.

Enzo opens the showers, warm water cascading down on our bodies. He kisses my neck and then down between the valley of my breasts all the while driving me crazy with his mouth. He is painfully hard already. I can feel his erection poking my butt. The Enzo I know though enjoys the torture. He will not do anything about it until he has me weak and begging. I am going to try to reverse it.

It is just hard when he has my nipple in his mouth.

"Goodness Enzo!" I moan when he switches to the other nipple. I am already so wet and this close to begging but I am a woman on a mission. Slipping out of his hold and back to my feet, I slip behind him and watch as the water pours down his torso.

Lorenzo Hammond is the most handsome man I have met. Some would call call it fate how we met but I call it serendipitous. Every day I wake up next to him, I can't believe how lucky I am. The last seven months I have gotten to know Enzo have been the most amazing seven months of my life.

My hands move lower on his torso water still pouring down on him. Slowly I move them lower until I cup his erection in his briefs. Lorenzo was not the first man I slept with but he sure is the best lay I have had in my life. He knows how to work my body like a violin turning me into a complete mess. It is interesting to say I have had so much time to learn his body, what turns him on, what throws him off the edge.

The guttural groan he releases is music to my ears as my hands sneak inside his briefs and fuck. He's hard, hot and heavy, just how I like it. If it isn't for so much control, I would be on my knees immediately. Unable to take the torture of the friction of my hands rubbing him up and down, Enzo switches our positions.

He leans down to kiss me but I stop the act with my pointer on his lips. Painfully slow, I get down on my knees eyes piercing right through his. By the time I am completely on my knees, his briefs are down too and I am greeted by his wanton cock.

"Ba..."

I halt whatever he has to say by licking the precum off his tip. Enzo hisses loudly gathering and tugging on my hair.

"You okay up there?" I tease blowing on the tip. He tugs harder on my hair just not too much to hurt.

"You know I am restraining myself here babe not to hurt you." He replies with a half scoff, half moan.

"Is it?" I take just the tip between my lips.

"Johanna." He warns. A smirk tugs at my lips as I move my lips just another inch.

"I am not sorry." He pushes himself between my cheeks. That's what I needed, the unrestrained version of Lorenzo Hammond. For a minute, he fucks my mouth accompanying with hisses, curses and praises and all the while, I take it.

It is hot watching his uncontrolled self. It makes me ache between my thighs. I can feel myself drenched already. If it weren't for my panties, I would be dripping on the floor. The sound of his cock fucking my mouth with the water dripping from the shower makes the entire environment erotic.

When he lifts me up from the floor, I know I am done for.