◆ Hold Me Tight ◆

× WARNING! GRAPHIC NSFW CONTENT BELOW INTENDED FOR MATURE READERS ×

◇ KEL ◇

It started with a quick kiss—a little chaste buss I left on his lips.

Our first ever real kiss.

It felt light. Easy.  Almost...natural.  I wanted to comfort him in some way, before I had to leave him alone in this empty house.

So I kissed him again.  As I held onto his tense shoulders, he just grabbed my arms and pulled me to him to show me how to really kiss someone.

Our first time didn't end there.  His breath smelled of alcohol but I just didn't give a crap.   I wanted to prolong the feeling of his soft and warm mouth on mine.  Just for tonight...I wanted to know how he really kissed a woman.

He brushed his lips onto my neck, then on my shoulder, his firm arms embracing me.  It felt right.   Like he wanted me the same way I wanted him.

Sure.  We're just close friends, but it definitely felt much more than a friendly hug.  It was almost possessive.

Before I could make sense of what's about to happen next, he kissed my lips again.

This time it wasn't stiff or tentative.  It turned breathtakingly torrid in seconds.  Breathing felt like a job now.

Some hesitation made me pause, but...why did this feel so good?  Darn it.  Why did he feel so good?

I just didn't know what to do next or how to stop it.  While he left quick, gentle kisses all over my face and neck,  I relished in the comforting embrace of his strong arms keeping my body pressed onto his warmth.

He pushed me slightly and stared into my eyes.  I gasped and held in a giggle of surprise when he hastily lifted me off the floor.  I opened my eyes again when he brought me back into the bedroom...his new bedroom.

The lights were off.  I didn't care.  We were completely alone and stuck in this spacious room again.

He knew his way around and knew how to get rid of my misgivings, soothing me with his soft, hot kisses and arousing touches.

I put my arms around his neck and back.  I tried not to move when his hands palmed my thighs, keeping them pressed onto his hip.  We stayed beside the door with my back stiff against the cold wall.

Another deep, breathtaking kiss gripped my attention, his tongue touching mine again.  I tried my best not to squirm.  Although it was almost pitch-dark, I looked into his eyes as he stroked the side of my face.

The arousal I felt was fueled by the eagerness in his kiss,  his caresses nearly taking my breath away. It's pushing me to abandon all rational thought.

Yet I was well aware I shouldn't sleep with him.  He wasn't looking for anything serious, and I didn't do casual sex.  But the urge to be this close to him just reached its breaking point.

It wasn't like he was trying to stop me, either.  Enzo kissed me like it was all he wanted to do all night.  Whether he was only teasing me to see if I would let him have his way, I couldn't tell.  He shut the door behind him and promptly carried me to bed.

I couldn't help but smile when he resumed his long, fervent kisses while the heat of his body comforted me.  It just gripped me, his warm and slightly calloused hands on my bare skin leaving me unbearably hot and bothered.

Although I'd felt this way with Miles before,  my heart and mind weren't this torn between doing the right thing and indulging this growing need I'd been keeping to myself.

My common sense reasoned that it was Enzo's fault—he chose to spend time with me even when he was still romantically involved with Libby.  But I couldn't care less about that now, and he's already taking my clothes off, just winning me over with his sweet and needy kisses that stoked the restless desire inside me.

If this was his attempt to seduce me into submission—fine.  I wouldn't say no.  I wouldn't stop him.  A pinch of hesitation held me back, but I didn't want to push him away.  I wanted to be with him. Even just for tonight.

He seemed lonely, and every bit of me just wanted to comfort him any way I could.  With how he's trying to show me how he felt for me, maybe he thought having sex with me would alleviate his unpleasant feelings and mounting frustrations...and maybe his loneliness, too.

He seemed sad and troubled by a lot of things. I should help make him feel better, make him feel cared for and loved.  There were other ways—safer ways—but right now, sleeping with him just seemed the easiest route.  He obviously wanted intimacy. And I was willingly giving it to him.

"Cazzo." Enzo moaned when I placed my hand on his warm crotch, my skin rubbing against the rough fabric of his jeans.  He softly licked my lips and tasted my mouth again.  His skilled, warm tongue still tasted of whiskey.

Now our breaths were turning loud, shallow, and filled with tension.  It worsened the uncomfortable sensation in my gut and between my thighs. And I just couldn't push him away.

He was still fully clothed.  I was already topless, now  wearing just my underwear.  The room stayed dark, but not too dark for me to not notice the unmistakable longing in his gaze. The eagerness in his eyes.

Almost like...he'd been waiting a long time for this to happen.  It quelled most of my qualms.  At least he wouldn't blame me for teasing him with a kiss earlier.

Our first ever proper kiss.  And now we reached this point.

Darn.  No going back now.

We crossed the line.

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A small voice in the back of my head told me to stop it now, but I couldn't push him away.  I couldn't reject him and hurt him like that.   I savored another heated kiss from him and slowly unzipped his pants.

My breath caught at his bulging erection beneath his incredibly soft underwear.  He grew harder as I stroked him,  my jaw and lips almost  hurting from his kisses and eager mouth.

Enzo sighed as he licked the side of my neck. His quick hands gripped my hips.

With my legs spread apart, I pulled away to sit on the covers to let him lean over me.  He stood by the foot of the bed, almost fully nude.  I stared at his face in the dimness.  My heartbeat thumped louder.  I couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful features.

I'd always thought he was beautiful—almost too handsome for my liking.  I never told him that until today, and maybe he thought I was just flattering him with insincere praises.

"You're gorgeous."

"I said it first." I grinned. Thankfully he's giving me some time to catch my breath.  My whole body felt like I just came home from a long jog, my heart thudding faster and louder in my chest.

Enzo just stared at me.  The look on his face turned gut-wrenchingly lascivious, his gaze roaming all over my body now, making my entire head warm up.  "Don't cover your face." He grabbed my hands when I looked away and let my hair hide my cheeks.

"Then don't stare at me like that."

"Why not?"

"Just don't."  I tried not to giggle while my face burned up.  My womanly parts, too.  I was almost naked in front of him.  For the first time.  My tiny, lacy underwear didn't really leave a lot to the imagination.

"Can't help it, bellezza." Enzo slowly took off his pants and shirt without tearing his gaze away from my face.

The room remained almost pitch-black but the windows let in some moonlight, revealing his trained muscles,  annoyingly perfect abs, and the urgency and excitement in his manhood.

Ugh.  Why did he have to look this good?

It's just unfair.  I wanted to turn on the lights so I could just ogle him all night.  "You should be an underwear model," I sighed.

"Yeah?"  Enzo snickered and knelt before me to kiss me on the mouth again. Then he slowly pushed me down the bed with his hands around my arms, keeping me from protesting.

The battalion of butterflies inside me formed a full-on raging war now.  I held my breath while he leaned over me, trailing soft and searing kisses down my neck.  Then on my chest.  On my sensitive nipple. Then down to my stomach and below my navel...all the while his adept hands stroked my curves. Like I was the only woman he wanted to touch.

For tonight, sure.  It was plainly obvious he wanted us to keep going.  But my heart knew it's all there was to it.  He wanted to be consumed by some reckless fun tonight to distract him from his problems...and he thought I was a very willing playmate.

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"Cazzo." Enzo held back a groan when I stroked him underneath his boxer briefs.  He felt so hot and soft at the same time.

And he shaved?  Did he always shave down there?  I couldn't suppress a chuckle when his light, quick kisses tickled the tender spot on my neck and below my ear.  I wrapped my legs around his muscular thighs to pull his body closer to me.  I loved the warmth of his beautiful, soft skin.

Something just broke down my resolve entirely.  I could no longer deny my attraction to him.  Or my need to be touched by him.  It worsened that day he told me he's staying away from me for good because I deserved "a normal life".  Safe and away from him and his chaotic  family.

It triggered my past anxieties, as it instantly reminded me of Miles and everything he did to push me out of his life.  Maybe I was just scared of feeling lonely and unimportant again.

Or maybe Enzo just couldn't keep up a platonic friendship with me knowing I was attracted to him?

For the past year, I really thought he only wanted to be friends.  But, right now, with how he's making me feel wanted, appreciated...  Perhaps he wanted more than a close friendship with me.  Like Miles always thought.

"You're so...big," I murmured while trying not to sound so surprised.

Enzo kept kissing my neck and chest, tasting my skin with his warm tongue while caressing my hips and backside.  "You smell and feel so good, love," he murmured, wrapping my thighs around his trimmed waist.

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together when he kissed my neck again, gently sucking on my skin, possibly leaving hickeys all over my body now.

Enzo pulled my hand out of his tight briefs and smirked  before I could take it off to fully undress him.  "You want me that bad?" he whispered to my lips, his hot breaths fanning my mouth.

I stared at his long-lashed eyes and thick brows, watching them furrow when we both fell silent.  My heartbeat ratcheted up, his undivided attention almost messing up my confidence. "Only if you really want this." I cupped his face. I waited for him to respond, but he only gave me a mild frown, seeming confused.

"I've wanted you since we first met."

What?  "You're being dramatic," I wanted to say.  I kept my mouth shut instead.  Stuck underneath him, trapped by his weight and grip on me,  I watched his pinkish lips pout again.

"What's wrong?" he muttered.

"Nothing.  I just...didn't think that."

"Why?"

"Nothing. Forget it." I gave him a faint smile and kissed the tip of his pointed nose.  Everything about his face made me want to kiss him.  Over and over.

He looked mysterious and quite intimidating whenever he wasn't smiling, and incredibly thoughtful whenever he would just stare at me.  Like now.  He looked at me as if he was memorizing every feature, every line, and every inch of my face.  "You never thought of this?" he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. Now his  arms tensed up on the bed and held his weight so he wouldn't crush me. "Hmm?"

"It wasn't like..." I looked away for a moment.  Then I smiled and traced his sharp jawline,  the stiffness of his beard reminding me of my comment back in the park. "I mean, you were always just nice and..."

"Didn't want you to think I wanna sleep with you this bad." He snickered and stroked my cheek.

"I dreamt of this twice, y'know?" I muttered after a long but comfortable silence.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"How come you never told me?" He combed my bangs away from my cheeks.

I rolled my eyes.

"What?" Enzo chuckled. When I didn't say what was on my mind, he sighed resignedly and  stroked the curve of my waist.  "Alright. No more talking."

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