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The moan that rises from her chest has heat sliding through my body like a bolt of lightning. Her breasts, soft and flatly-rounded against her chest, are already tempting me, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the bedroom.
I am going to chase out every shadow from her eyes tonight, and show her that in the darkness the only thing she needs?
Is me.
CHAPTER 16
ash
"If you even let go of the headboard, I’ll tie you up, spread those thighs of yours, and finger-fuck you until you’re begging me to stop," Luca’s words light me up right to my core, and I can’t help the way my back arches, and I shiver underneath him, goosebumps rising along my skin. He’s kissing his way down my chest, teasing at the curve of my breast with his tongue, nipping and tugging at the hard tip of my nipple. His other hand wraps around my breast, doing his best to contain it, his rough finger-tips teasing me.
I bite my lower lip to keep some focus, to keep grounded, because already I know I’m slick with want for him. His tongue circles my nipple, before leaving it to chill in the cold air. A shiver rolls through me. The lower he goes, the more of his warmth I lose, but the hotter I get.
"Luca," I moan, and his fingers gently twist at the hard bud of my other nipple, and I lift my hips up in protest. "Don’t you dare!"
"Keep those hands right where they are," he purrs, and kisses down my belly. "You’re mine to play with tonight, remember?"
How can I forget? I look at the ceiling above us, the cove recessed ceiling, as his mouth finds a sensitive spot along my ribs and a giggle erupts from between my lips that melts into a moan as his hands curve over my hips.
He’s the only thing that’s ever made me feel like this, like a woman, a desirable, sexy woman, and not just someone who is lucky to be breathing and surviving. Maybe I was never looking for love, but I’m glad that it found me anyway, because his arms are the only place I ever want to be.
"I’m yours," I moan, and I can feel him smiling against my belly as his mouth drifts down. "And I’ll never let go of the headboard."
"I’m going to hold you to that," he promises, and then his mouth is on my pussy, kissing and licking over me. I can’t help but rock my hips up, trying to rub against him. His broad shoulders are forcing my legs apart, my thighs squeezing down on them. He isn’t doing more than teasing me, flicks up and down where I split apart, not even diving in. He’s just taking his time, and it’s making the tension inside me wind tighter.
"Luca, please," I whimper, and then he licks up the center of my pussy, and then his tongue flicks my clit once, his fingers splitting me wide to expose me to him. I’m already so wet, and he hums against my flesh.
"You’re always so ready for me, and I love it. I want to spend every night showing you how much I love it, mia adora," he says, and I close my eyes tight. I’m already trembling with the need to come, and he’s just teasing me, the bastard.
His tongue swirls around my clit, and then he sucks me into his mouth.
"Please!" It doesn’t take long for me to get to begging, and I don’t care how shameless that makes me, my hands holding fast to the bars of the headboard, their smooth metal under my fingers. He growls against me, and sucks me harder.
My back arches off the bed, and he doesn’t stop, sucking and licking and teasing me, and it’s too much, too intense. My eyes squeeze shut, and his fingers thrust into me, and that’s it, I’m coming, my toes curling, a scream rising in the back of my throat, my fingers digging into the bars of the headboard.
"Good girl," he says, and the praise lights me up, my breath catching even as my body relaxes, back hitting the bed as I sag onto it. He keeps his fingers inside of me as he moves up my body, catching me in an earthy kiss, the faint salty taste of me on his lips making my face flush.
He uses his fingers to guide his cock inside me, and he groans, his eyes fluttering shut, the high planes of his face thrown into relief from the city lights. I try not to think about what he’s told me about his family, how I could have been the cause of this, and just... enjoy the moment.
I’ve never met someone who is so willing to take all my baggage and make it their own, and it scares me and makes me love him even more.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pushes deeper, my body tight and wet, clenching down on him. His mouth drops, and his eyes meet mine.
"Mine," he says, and then his hands are under me, on my ass, and he pulls back, his cock sliding out of me, before pushing back in, and he does it again. He’s setting a rhythm, and all I can do is cling to the headboard, my knuckles going white, his mouth on mine, and his body, his cock, the way he’s claiming me, and making me his, everything, everything is his, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.
"Luca," I moan, and he kisses my throat, his teeth scraping my skin.
"Come for me, I’m right behind you," he whispers, and his pace quickens, his breath ragged. "Mia adora--" His voice is harsh, but those words will always be sweet, and as I shudder under him, the blinding lights of an orgasm streaking across my vision, I never want him to let me go.
It’s a strange feeling, waking up in someone else’s house, their bed and feeling like it’s yours even though it’s not official. In the week since his mother returned to Boston, Luca and I have been inseparable. I’ve had an eye-opening education into his world, riding quietly beside him in one of the town cars, or beside him in one of his sports cars, his hand curved possessively around my thigh. Sometimes, and my face burns to think about it, at a stoplight, he’ll slip his hand up under my skirt and finger-fuck me slowly until I’m squirming on the seat.
There’s no better feeling, or rush, then getting out of the car and going into a meeting or a restaurant, and knowing that he knows exactly how wet he’s made me, how much I ache for him, and we’re going to do something about it later.
Last night was one of those nights, a dinner out with some ‘business associates’, his claim obvious to everyone in the room as he kept an arm around me for most of the night.
What they didn’t know was under the table, as I toyed with my dessert? His thumb was stroking over my clit, back and forth, as he spoke business with a straight face to a man who’d simply introduced himself as Gary when he first sat down.
Gary, it turned out, was a fine wine dealer from England, and was having trouble getting his product into the States. Gary, also, seemed to be totally oblivious to me nearly coming in my seat while he and Luca hashed out a simple transportation agreement.
