I walk him backward toward the mattress and gently push him down onto the bed.Straddling his hips, I climb above him, my hands on his chest.
“Are you sure about that?”he asks, smiling up at me.His hands tease my skin as I grind against him, and I watch as he’s slowly becoming overloaded with pleasure.
We have too many clothes on, and I can certainly feel his excitement poking me.
About fucking time.
But he doesn’t give in to temptation or pleasure.He’s staring up at me, his back against the plush material as his fingers tease the hem of my shirt, inching the Evergreen University sweatshirt just slightly higher before his warm fingers guide upward as he brushes the pads of his fingers against the curve of my breast.
I inhale sharply and feel a pool of warmth flood through me.
His touch is pure electricity, humming and alive.
“You’ll be the one begging,” I say, staring down at him as my hips move against his.
His eyes momentarily close for a fraction of a second, and I watch all of his composure begin to melt away.
It’s impossible not to feel powerful and pleased with the reaction I stir in him.
He shakes his head.“You’ll beg,” he whispers as I lean down and drag my tongue up his neck, tasting his skin before moving to his lips.
“I’m not so sure about that,” I smirk and lean in, taking a taste, giving in to temptation as I let my body rest against him.
The kisses are hot and fierce, fueled with fire as he wraps his legs around my hips and rolls us over, pinning me on my back.
His body covers me for only a brief instant before he climbs off me, and I whimper.
“Don’t worry,” he says with a grin, “I’m not going anywhere.You’re inmy bedroom, remember?”Luca tugs off his shirt and guides me onto the mattress so that I can rest my head on the pillow while I watch him undress.
“Don’t I get a strip show?”I joke and gesture for him to spin around while he’s removing his clothes, so I get to enjoy the entire view.
“Next time,” he promises, making it clear that this isn’t a one-off fling happening.
He drops his sweats to the floor and stands naked in all his glory at the end of the bed.
I sit up and turn around, crawling on all fours on the mattress, wanting to taste and touch him.He’s absolutely gorgeous, from his toned and tanned abs, all the way down his body.
Luca doesn’t hide himself from me.
There’s no reason to, and I love how comfortable he is naked.He’s also got the body of an athlete, sculpted perfectly with thick muscles.He is truly a work of art.
It’s hard not to stare.
He smiles and tilts his head with a crooked grin.“You ready to beg?”he asks.
I think he’s joking, but I’m not entirely sure.I move onto my knees, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him against me, needing to feel him, to see that this is, in fact, real and I’m not dreaming.
“I think you’re the one who’s going to be begging,” I whisper as I kiss him.
His body is warm beneath my touch, his muscles firm as my fingers trail across his stomach and down toward the juncture of his thighs.
He grabs my hand, guiding me onto my back, pushing my hands together into the mattress, trapping me.
It’s exhilarating, and my body lights with fire as he holds me down against the bed.He’s naked and warm, and I so want to feel skin on skin.This is torture.“Please,” I whisper, and a knowing smile crosses his features.
“You listen so well,” he says as he hovers over me.
It’s sweltering, but I’m pretty sure the warmth is entirely from the two of us.“I have too many clothes on.”
