He keeps one arm snaked around my hip, not letting me out of his grip.
I shift only slightly to fully straddle his hips, and Luca groans as I grind against him.
“If you don’t want to take things all the way tonight, then we need to stop right now,” Luca growls.
He’s trying to be a gentleman.
Fuck, I’ve been wanting him since the night I crawled into his bed, and I haven’t stopped wanting him, not once.
I shift only slightly so that I move my hands to my waist to remove the jersey.
“Leave that on,” Luca says and smiles up at me. “I like seeing you in my jersey. I’m going to fuck you in it if you’ll have me.”
My pussy clenches at his words, and my lips capture his. I work the button on my jeans free, unzipping them hastily and kicking them to the floor.
Clad in my panties and the Narwhals jersey, I grind against his hips, feeling what it’s doing to him.
“You’re going to kill me,” he groans.
I place a kiss on his lips and then move down his neck. I lift his t-shirt slowly, drawing a soft pattern of warm kisses and light touches across his chest as I help him disrobe.
He moans beneath my touch, his body responding to every caress of bare skin as I get him down to solely his boxers.
He flips me over, taking control, his hands moving from my hips up under my jersey. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.” He notices my bra and pinches the clasp.
He shifts off me long enough for me to remove my bra while he tosses his boxers at the door and then he climbs down my body, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panties and guiding them down my thighs.
“Have you been a good girl for me?” Luca asks, staring down at me, straight into my soul.
I roll my lips together, unsure of what he’s asking.
“Have you touched yourself since I made you come?” Luca asks.
My eyes widen, and my breath catches in my throat.
“You have, haven’t you? When you’re my wife, the only one who will be making you come is me.”
I whimper, and my head lolls back as his breath tickles my inner thighs. He’s fucking teasing me and enjoying it.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He chuckles and kisses my thighs and inches closer to my heated center, but he’s taking his sweet ass time.
“You’re killing me,” I groan, growing restless.
“Then beg me,” he says, his gray eyes tearing into mine. “Are you going to beg me to fuck you with my tongue?”
His breath tickles my pussy lips as he lets his lips trail closer, and I lean upward into him.
“Not yet,” he commands. “You haven’t begged me for what you want.”
“I want to feel your tongue on me.” My voice is raspy; it betrays me as I’m already gasping for air, my heart racing, and he’s barely touched me.
“Good girl,” he whispers, and his mouth descends on my pussy. His tongue teases me, flicks and licks, his hands hold my hips, keeping me against him as I already begin to tremble.
My eyes close and my lips part, already feeling the warmth spreading through my body.
