Page 110 of Saved By A God
She’s completely out of it for a few seconds before she’s able to whisper, “Wow.”
I open my bedside drawer and grab the box of condoms and lube I placed there last week, but Rosie grips hold of my wrist and shakes her head.
“I got an implant.”
My eyebrow lifts. “When?”
“During the second checkup with Dr. Milazzo. We’re good to go.”
I toss the condoms back into the drawer but open the lube and squirt some into my palm. When I stroke it evenly over my cock, Rosie’s eyes lock on my hand, and desire darkens her eyes.
Noted. My woman loves watching me touch myself.
I grab my T-shirt and wipe the leftover lube off on it before I move back to Rosie and press a kiss to her hip.
Knowing I’m seconds away from being inside her, my heartbeat speeds up and emotions shudder through me.
Christ, I get to be the man who makes love to Rosie.
I get to be the one who claims her.
Rosie
Enzo drags his mouth over my stomach, up the center of my chest, each kiss heated enough to make my heart beat faster and faster.
Finally, he settles beside me and pulls me closer until I’m tucked along the length of his body. He pushes an arm under my head while his other hand settles on my hip, his thumb stroking my skin.
With the man I love more than anything holding me close, the glorious heat of his bare skin seeping into mine, our eyesmeet, and the tenderness in his expression fills my heart with so much warmth there’s a danger it might burst.
Honestly, I was getting worried that Enzo wasn’t ready to be in a relationship with me because he wasn’t taking things further.
Well, he certainly took care of eliminating that worry.
Leaning in, his mouth nips at mine, our gazes still locked, and the massive amount of tingles that rushes through me is insane.
“Jesus, Enzo,” I almost whimper. “You overwhelm me in every way possible.”
He tilts his head, worry creeping over his face. “Too much?”
I quickly shake my head. “No, but if I start crying, it’s not a bad thing, so don’t panic.”
A shiver races through me when I feel his huge manhood push into the gap between my thighs. My fingers trail over his shoulder, down the scars covering his arm, then back again before I cup his jaw.
“Are you ready?” The roughness of his voice sends another wave of heat through me.
Wanting to show him how ready I am, I reach down between us, and wrapping my hand around his thick girth, I guide him to my entrance.
I don’t even care anymore that it might hurt. I just want to become one with him.
The moment he presses forward, my body tenses, and Enzo notices immediately.
“Hey.” He nudges his forehead softly against mine. “Look at me.” My eyes lift to his. “Try to relax for me.”
I try. God, do I try.
Instead of slamming into me, he keeps the thrusts short, just enough to make my pulse stumble and my skin burn.
“Holy shit,” I gasp while dragging my nails down his back.
