3. Johanna

Enzo restrains my hands above my head with one hand while the other traces my eyes, lips, down to my collar bone stopping at my puckered nipples.

"Fuck Enzo!" I moan when he tugs at my sensitive nipple. He smirks tugging at it even harder. The little sweet pain shoots directly to my groin.

He turns to the other and does the exact same thing turning my words in an incoherent mess. Slowly yet again, Enzo traces his finger down to my belly button. Playing with it for a second, he traces his hand lower until it reaches the bands of panties.

"This the part I beg?" I cock my head sarcastically.

"I am sure you will." He whispers softly in my ear before he sucks my earlobe. When a groan escapes my lips, I know I am not above begging.

Enzo pulls my panties like he is mapping my pussy and like a wanton, I yearn for the friction. Two more times and I am fighting against his hand that is restraining me. He pulls his body away slightly so I wouldn't mount his thigh for friction. The twitching of his cock tells me otherwise. I am not the only person fighting with self control. The only difference is that he has the upper hand.

He pulls the panties tighter again and I whimper. The sweet sensation of the fabric rubbing against my bud has my whole body breaking out in goose bumps.

"Enzo." I beg silently.

"I didn't hear it." He mocks.

"Fuck you!" I curse frustrated.

"I plan on it darling." He licks my nipple and dips his hand inside my panties.

"God, that feels so good." I moan when he sucks at my nipple and traces the seams of my pussy.

"Enzo." I beg when his hand reaches closer to my clit but not close enough. The bastard pushes it and attempts to withdraw away.

"Please." I mutter helplessly. He smiles victorious. Immediately my panties are down my legs and two of his fingers are in my pussy while his thumb rubs my numb. It is too much pleasure for one person. Enzo releases my hands and quickly I latch onto his broad shoulders for support. The pleasure caused by just his fingers is dizzying.

"I am going..."

I don't get to finish the sentence. Enzo turns off the shower and his fingers inside me rub that spot, the spot that turns me weak in my knees and has me putty in his arms. I come hard while his fingers continue to pump inside me.

It takes me a minute to catch my breath. Enzo wears a smile of gratification as he stares at my face. I can't help the smile that makes way to my face. Without taking his eyes from mine, he slowly removes his fingers from inside me and licks them like it is his favorite ice-cream.

I swallow hard as I watch the action. It makes me want him even more. I pull him to me closing the gap between my lips and savoring my taste from his lips. He kisses me with a passion his hands roaming every where he can touch on my body like he can't get enough.

My hand slips between us and grabs his erection. He twitches in my palm. I resist as a smirk as I lift my gaze towards his. He does nothing to stop me when I direct his cock towards my aching pussy lips. He watches me with a hiss. His darkened gaze mirrors mine. We both burn with a desire for each other that cannot be stopped.

"I am not above begging for you, you know love." Enzo mutters, his gaze never breaking away from mine. I bite my lip as my hand continues to guide his tip between my pussy lips.

"Fuck Jo!" He groans at the contact. I moan in return. The feeling of just his tip stretching my walls has a new kind of desire building inside me.

Enzo suddenly lifts me up from the floor and against the wall never breaking contact. This position gives him more room and exposes me even more. He stares into my eyes asking for permission. The nod of my head tells him all he has to know. Enzo pushes himself deep inside me in one go stopping at the hilt eliciting animalistic moans from both of us.

"Are you alright?" He asks.

"I might not be the next second if you don't start moving." That's the motivation he needs before he pulls back completely only leaving the tip and then back inside driving me to the brink of insanity.

"Enzo." I moan when he keeps rubbing that vulnerable spot inside me. With a mixture of pleasure from rubbing my clit, there is no more control left of my body. He owns me in this moment. Placing me back down on the floor and the loss of him inside me has me almost crying before he turns me around pushing my thighs apart with his leg.

He pushes inside me from behind and I practically weep. I weep not from pain but from the uncontrollable pleasure my body is experiencing. Enzo just knows how to make my body to sing all the solfas. He knows just when to add more pressure and when to stop. Sex with him has always been magic.

"I love you." He whispers in-between thrusts.

"I love you so much Johanna." He declares again with a long thrust that has an ear shattering orgasm ripping my body into two.

A few more thrusts and he groans against my ear filling his cum inside my pussy. For a minute, the room is filled with our loud harsh breaths. He pulls out of me but still holds me closer. Some of the cum trickles down my inner thigh but I don't care for now.  I pull away to face him snaking my hands around his neck and finding his gaze.

Seven months back, I was broken. This man staring right back at me pieced me back together. He showed me that life was worthy leaving again. He made me feel alive again. Do I trust him with all of myself? Hell yeah. Do I love him? With every cell of my body. I know that if he asked me to spend the rest of my life with him, I wouldn't hesitate. That's how much control he has over me.

"I love you Lorenzo." I mouth genuinely. He smiles and dips down to kiss my face.

"We should get over with this shower before we are late for dinner." He mutters.