Once, twice. Again, and again. He flicks over my clit in rapid motions, his teeth grazing over the sensitive nub and his hands sinking into my hips, holding me still.
Our breathing is the only sound, the small, trembling noises he pulls from me the melody he works with as he devours me. “Luc, I want—,”
My words cut off, body convulsing, as he gently bites down around my clit.
“You. Now.”
He pulls his head back, his lips and chin shining. His eyes glitter at me. “I haven’t tasted you in months. I’m not nearly done.”
It takes more effort than I have in my shaking body to push against him. To push him down, until he’s laying on his back and I’m crawling over him, flicking open the buttons on his pants as he lifts his hips and I pull them off.
I run my fingers up the underside of his velvet shaft, already solid and heavy, and he hisses as I play with the metal rungs lining his cock. “This will be over very quickly if you keep doing that, little crow.”
I run my tongue over the head of his cock, leisurely tasting him as his hips buck and he swears. “Patience is a virtue, Luciano.”
But it’s beenmonths. Months without him, without this. So I don’t tease any more, shifting my hips up until I’m hovering over him, my pussy brushing against his head with excruciating sensitivity as I sink down – inch by inch, thick and hard, pushing up and filling me until I have to rock my hips to get him deeper.
He watches every movement, his eyes on my face as I throw my head back on a moan and he bottoms out inside me. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place. “Wait.”
Panting, I glance down at him. His hands run up my thighs, brush my aching nipples, and I lean forward to capture his lips before starting to rock.
Our breathing mingles, hot and damp as we move together in fluid motion, my hips rolling over him. Luc touches me everywhere – my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach – touches me as if reminding me where I am.
I do not forget.
His fingers find my clit, plucking and flicking, and my release rushes upon me almost by surprise as my back bows and I clench on him. Luc follows me over the edge with my name on his lips and his hips pushing up, filling me with heat andhim.
We use my shirt to clean up, before he lays back on the cool ground and I lay down onhim. We lay quietly, both of us looking up at the sky.
He doesn’t say anything. He just… waits.
And the words come. Quietly, at first. And then more – until I’m almost tripping over them, his hand stroking up and down my back, wiping my face when the memories become too much.
And when I’m done, the energy leeching from my body, Luc only holds me closer. He presses my palm against his chest so I can feel his heartbeat.
Real.
And slowly, I drift off into sleep.
13 – Dante
“Merda.”
I stare down at Alessia in despair. “For such a small child… you make alotof mess.”
She kicks her feet, and I catch one, balancing her. I glance around the room, hoping for divine intervention.
Of all the thoughts that overtook my mind these last few months… diaper changing wasnotone of them.
I stare down at my daughter, and then over to the bed, where the diaper bag sits. I suddenly understand the shit-eating grin Luc was wearing when he passed it to me last night.
The three feet between us may as well be a mile.
Alessia kicks her feet again, her face scrunching up as I try not to panic. Balancing her with one hand, I stretch out for the bag, swearing under my breath. Not even close.
“Need some help?”
Stiffening, I glance over my shoulder at Gio. He leans against the doorframe, clearly trying not to laugh. “Do not.”
