Enzo’s mouth felt like heaven. Seriously, like cloud fucking nine. He was a magician with his tongue. It swirled and whirled and got my toes curled. I was rocketing past the moon when he swallowed my cock down to the halfway point. He moaned around my dick, using his free hand to stroke the rest of my shaft before grabbing and massaging my balls. I groaned, a deep sound that originated in my chest. Who knew learning a new language could be so fun?

A piece of me, the one that realized ‘holy shit, this is happening again,’ kind of froze up. But that side of me wasn’t as loud as the primal side. The one that felt the intense connection between Enzo and I and was ready to watch it explode (preferably all over my chest).

“Fuccck, Enzo, that feels so good.”

Enzo stopped for a breath. We both took off our shirts. “It tastes so good, too.” He was smirking at me, his lips shiny and plump as they went back to work. He took more of me down his throat this time. I started thrusting my hips forward, slowly at first. His hands came up from grabbing his own cock to dig into my thighs. I loved it. I started pumping faster, fucking his mouth harder. He looked up at me, almost begging for more. I was balls-deep now. Thrusting. He was taking it, swallowing it all. My hands gripped on to his hair like I was holding on to reins.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” My balls were seconds from emptying. My teeth ground together. “I’m going to come,” I warned, feeling the crest of the impending tsunami.

Enzo didn’t miss a beat. He continued to bob up and down, slurping on my cock, squeezing my ass and pushing me deeper down his throat. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hands squeezed on to Enzo’s head as my cock erupted, blowing load after load down Enzo’s throat. My entire body spasmed, my thighs twitching, my toes pushing down into the floor.

Enzo swallowed every last bit of what I had to give him. He squeezed my ass one last time for good measure before kissing his way up my body, sucking on my nipples and sending pure lightning straight through me. He reached my lips. I could smell my sex on him. I could taste myself on his lips, on his tongue. I loved it. The salty sweetness mixed with Enzo’s own taste created an intoxicating mixture that was already making me hard again.

But it was my turn to have some fun with Enzo. “I think it’s time for the tour of the bedroom.”

“I think so, too,” Enzo responded, kissing me before turning around and leading the way. We left our clothes discarded in a pile, which allowed me to stare at Enzo’s ass the entire way up to his room. It was fucking perfect. I’d never seen a nicer ass. I had to give it a good slap as we climbed the stairs. The crack sounded through the apartment.

“Ow,” Enzo said. “Do it again.” He stopped abruptly and bent over a bit. I smiled, but instead of slapping his ass, I leaned in and bit it, sucking in the sensitive flesh, leaving a mark on his left butt cheek. I had to make it even. I did the same on the other side while reaching between his legs and grabbing his balls in my hand to give them a tug.

“Oh fuck,” Enzo purred. My other hand went up to his lower back and pushed him farther down, exposing more of his ass in the air. I started to lick from the top to the bottom, and Enzo was turning into Jell-O because of it. “Oh, oh, gah, cazzo, right there, baby, fuck.” Enzo was just stringing random words together as my tongue licked around his hole. He moved forward from the sudden sensation, but I pushed him back, spreading his cheeks so that I had better access. I went in like Enzo had just served me cake.

And I fucking loved caked.

My tongue danced around Enzo’s sensitive flesh, marking him as mine. I kissed and sucked and probed, and Enzo was shaking like a fawn just finding its legs. He was moaning and pushing his ass back onto me, giving me more of him. I loved it. I reached between his legs again and grabbed his cock, feeling it rock hard and throbbing in my hand as I ate him out. I ran my palm over his tip, feeling it come back slick with precome. I used it to lube up as I jerked him off, moaning into his ass, feeling him getting tenser and tenser. He was getting close.

“Oh cazzo, proprio lì,” Enzo said, slipping into full Italian mode. It had me leaking again, my cock spilling some leftover come onto the white marble stone steps.

“Fuck, Zane, you’re going to make me blow.”

I continued lapping at his crack and tugging on his cock. His entire body quivered underneath me for a moment before I felt his cock spasm and his hips jerk forward. His body convulsed as he shot his come onto the stone steps. I watched him, feeling intensely satisfied by it all. When Enzo regained control of his muscles again, he stood up and turned. I climbed a couple of steps until we were even, our eyes locked in, our faces wearing drunken smiles.

“Wow,” Enzo said, leaning in to kiss me. “I thought I was going to pass out there for a second. Cazzo, Zane. We didn’t even make it to the climax—”

“Actu—”

“Of the tour,” Enzo said, finishing his thought by reaching down and grabbing my semihard dick, as if it were a punctuation mark.

“Well, let’s go. I’m still down for a tour.”

The climax of the tour rerouted from the bedroom to the shower. My body felt like I’d spent a day at the spa. Fuck that, it was like I’d lived at a spa my entire life. Every single muscle was relaxed. My dick hung heavy and limp as I got into the shower, noticing Enzo’s dick was still hard.

An Italian stallion, that’s for sure.

I almost fucking purred when I grabbed his hips and pulled him close. The water fell straight down from the dual showerheads that simulated rainfall. His shower was huge, more than big enough for two sweaty men coming down from some incredible sex to soap up in.

I kept kissing him, my hand sliding up to grab his still-tight balls. I squeezed them, pushing my body against him, feeling his hard shaft against my stomach. The water fell down in warm droplets, truly making it feel like we were standing outside in the rain. I closed my eyes and let myself feel every single thing coming over me. Not only just the water, but also the emotions. I was feeling things I hadn’t felt in years. This kind of warmth and comfort was alien to me. Having someone so close to me, having their naked body on mine. The concept of intimacy felt like a dust-covered fossil, something that died long ago for me. I’d buried it with my husband’s coffin.

Something caught in my throat. It wasn’t a moan. I pulled back, our bodies still touching, our eyes locked on each other, but our lips no longer pressed together. The water fell down Enzo’s face in heavy drops. The white marble that surrounded us was reflected back to me through the droplets, almost making it seem like he was glittering.

“This is…”

“Perfetto,” Enzo said, smiling.

I paused, feeling his word land in my chest. Not to mention, whenever he said the tiniest thing in Italian, I immediately perked up. “It is,” I said, leaning forward for another kiss. This one was short, though. I drew back and looked into Enzo’s eyes. They were so warm, so kind, something I was ashamed to say I hadn’t noticed when we’d first met. Maybe I was just tainted by the character he portrayed on his televised interviews. This cocky, always-on defense attorney who won case after case was actually a much more multifaceted man than he let on. It was intriguing and made me want to learn even more about him. I hadn’t felt that way about someone else in a long time.

Enzo quirked his lips. “Zane,” he said, my name sounding like the beginning to my favorite song. “What are you thinking? I see something behind those eyes. Something bothering you?”

I felt myself crumbling. All the carefully constructed walls I had spent years fortifying were now falling in a cascade of bricks. I was naked, both physically and emotionally. Unbidden tears started to fall down my cheeks, mixing with the water from the shower. I didn’t know that a simple question could unwind me in such a powerful fashion. Or maybe it wasn’t the question, but who was asking it that had me so raw. It was getting more difficult by the day trying to keep certain parts of myself separate from Enzo, the parts I hadn’t shared with anyone since Jose.

“I miss him,” I said, being a hundred percent honest with Enzo. “Jose. We were married, and everything was good, great, and then it happened—”

“I know,” Enzo said, sparing me from having to say it out loud. Having to relive envisioning the photos of his body, of the horn rising from his forehead. “I was waiting for the right time to bring it up, or until you felt comfortable enough to talk about it. Zane. I’m so profoundly sorry for what happened. My heart breaks knowing that you’ll always have a piece of yours missing.”

“Thank you,” I said, finding a powerful sense of comfort inside Enzo’s warm eyes, which were also moistened, and not from the shower. “I don’t know what the hell’s coming over me. This probably isn’t the best time to talk about my dead husband.”

The words fell into the shower like nuclear warheads. “There’s never a ‘right’ time,” Enzo quickly replied, not letting it shake him. Good. I needed that. Normally I was the solid support, but right now, I was wavering. I was letting it all out. I was naked and bare and allowing Enzo to see a part of myself I kept locked in. “I’m just happy that you can talk about it with me, at any time. Because I want to hear it. I want to hear about what pains you, and I want to hear about what makes you laugh. I want to hear about it all. Jose was such a huge part of your life, the last thing I want is for you to think you can never talk about him again. His spirit will always be inside your heart, shining through. You carry his memory, and in that way, you keep him alive.”

He was right, but the sadness was still heavy on my chest. “It’s scary.” My gaze dropped to our feet, puddles forming around them as water collected before it disappeared down the drain. “Everything felt so damn right. I was the happiest I’d ever been with him. And then, from one day to the next, he was taken and my entire life got flipped around. I still have whiplash.” I took a breath. The warm water was relaxing my muscles, making me feel even more relaxed, more vulnerable. “And I’m scared I’m allowing it to happen again.”

“How so?”

“By falling for you, Enzo.” There it was. An admission of something both of us knew was true from the beginning. I had been falling for the cocky defense attorney from the second he walked into my office, and I had a feeling he could say the same about me. “The happiness I felt back then, I can feel it happening with you. It’s fucking scary. I don’t know what to do.”

Not to mention the Unicorn is back. He’s fucking back.

I didn’t even want to say it out loud, not now. As if those words were somehow poison designed to boil away my insides.

Enzo’s hands rose up to cup my head. He was looking into my eyes, anchoring me. “I feel happiest when I’m with you, too, Zane. I can find that I trust you, so much more than I’ve trusted anyone in recent years. And I think that means something. It’s scary. I’ll be a hundred percent honest with you, Zane. I’m scared, too. I can’t say I’ll ever completely understand your pain, but I do feel echoes of it in my own past. I was betrayed by someone, and a relationship I thought was golden turned out to actually be a pile of shit prettied up with gold wrapping paper.” Enzo shook his head, letting go of me. “To be honest, I should have smelled it a mile away.”

We both smiled. I could sense Enzo was peeling back a layer, showing me something underneath that not many other people got to see.

“But I didn’t understand that,” Enzo continued. “I thought it was perfect, and I lost it and a sense of myself, too. It took me a few years, but I’ve come to realize that I can’t live my life bound to that really shitty circumstance. Sure, it can shape me, but it certainly won’t define me. It was a little bit of a life-changing realization.”

He was completely right. I was allowing my one traumatic experience to reverberate and affect my life in ways I didn’t even grasp.

“That’s a good way to think about it,” I said.

“Damn right it is.” Enzo turned then and raised his head toward the water. He turned back to face me, his cheeks puffed out. Before I could realize, he spit a stream of water onto my chest and smiled. “You’ll get hit with a dolphin jet every time you say something obvious,” Enzo said.

“That’s not fair.”

Enzo raised his face and lower it, a stream of water shooting out of his mouth. “That’s obvious.”

We both started cracking up. When we were finally catching our breaths, I opened my arms and took him in. I had to hold him. Had to make sure he was real. This was all too good to be real, but somehow it was. I never thought I’d be feeling this way after Jose again, and a part of me thought I’d feel guilty if I ever did. But talking about him with Enzo had a therapeutic effect, like a cool aloe balm spread over a sore burn.

We stayed in that shower a while longer, our conversation turning lighter, our laughs coming more freely. We landed in Enzo’s bed, rolling around in a tangle of naked, damp limbs.

Although I was tired the next day from barely getting any sleep, I knew that I was forever changed after that night at Enzo’s.