He chuckles and snatches up the remote control. “I think I can handle it. Now, I’m not pushing play until you agree to reach out to the coach.”
“She might not want me now. She?—”
“They want you,” he cuts me off. “Trust me. Message her.”
Huffing out a sigh, I send a message. “Happy now?” I quirk an eyebrow at Luca.
He presses play on the movie and leans back into the sofa. “Very.”
We watch the movie and I snuggle up against him as much as possible without jostling his immobilized arm or brushing against his ribs.
When the movie is over, I tuck my patient into bed before carefully—and skillfully—giving him a little striptease performance that concludes in a happy ending for him.
“Oh, fuck. Carla!” he cries, his hand tangling in my hair. “You’re killing me.”
“Not yet,” I murmur, his cock slipping out of my mouth. I grip his hardness at the base and slide my hand up and down his length. “We’ve got some lost time to make up for.”
Then, I stretch my lips around him and resume my bobbing.
I love the pressure he applies to the back of my head, showing me exactly how he likes it. I shift into a tabletop position over his legs, careful not to put any weight on his frame, as I work him over.
“Fuck, cucciola,” he moans. “I’m going to come.”
I suck the tip of his cock and he groans, letting go. Hot strands of his arousal spurt, coating the back of my throat. And I swallow every last drop, smacking my lips together greedily.
Luca stares at me in awe, his pupils blown, his expression filled with desire. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Yes, you do.”
He shakes his head. “Come here.”
I shake my head. “We can’t have sex. You still need to?—”
“Come here and kiss me.”
I acquiesce and shimmy up his body until I can drop my lips to his. I kiss him hard, plunging my tongue into his mouth, letting him taste himself.
His hand slips into my panties and he moans again when he finds me wet and wanting. “We’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way.”
“Old fashioned?” I pant as he circles my clit.
“Keep it virginal,” he jokes, pushing a finger inside me.
I arch my back, moaning.
“Lose the shirt,” he demands.
I pull his large T-shirt off my frame and drop it.
Luca bands an arm around my ass and brings me closer to his face so he can pull one of my breasts into his mouth. He licks and sucks my nipple while adding another finger and pumping in and out of my channel. He drives me higher until I’m chasing my orgasm. It shimmers on the edges of the periphery.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Carla,” Luca says, dropping his forehead to my breasts. “Perfect.”
I grip his curls as I move faster against his fingers, working with him to add more friction. When his thumb presses against my clit, my body shudders. “That’s it. Give it to me. Now,” Luca commands.
I come so fucking hard, my vision blurs. My body breaks apart as pleasure unravels through my limbs. Luca presses little kisses to the underside of my breast as I ride my orgasm out against his hand.
When I can move, I swing my leg over him and drop against the pillows. “That was…very virginal.” I give him a look.
