“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Luca whispers, and then I feel his tongue on my spine, the heat of his lips and mouth as he moves across my back, dropping kisses over my flesh.
Every place he marks feels scorched as I tremble, my hands clasped tight, bound above.
“Don’t fight it,” Luca whispers. “I want to see you come in all the different ways possible.”
I whimper; his breath, his words, they’re enough to make my insides turn from a warm tingle to a dull throb, craving contact.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I ask, my voice betraying me as I sound throaty and raw.
“Only if you ask nicely,” Luca says, and his lips nibble on my hip. One hand holds my hands above my head, the other moves down to my folds as I spread my legs, and my God, the man knows how to work those fingers.
“Fuck,” I mutter, widening my legs, wanting him to satisfy the dull ache.
I swear I can hear the smile on his face. “You are so perfect for me,” Luca whispers, and I whimper when I feel the contact disappear from my hands. “Don’t move,” he commands.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see that he’s shifting on the bed, guiding my hips up as he stares at my ass, or maybe it’s my pussy he’s admiring.
“Get a good enough look?” I glare at him, and he chuckles.
“Not even close. I just love every part of you,” Luca admits, and a long finger glides over my bottom hole.
“What are you—” He grazes the skin but doesn’t sink his finger in. “I want to claim you here.”
My breath catches in my throat, nervous, my stomach a flurry of butterflies. “I’ve never?—”
“Not tonight,” he says, and his fingers circle my bottom as I squirm, unsure if he’s going to push past my little hole or just tease me until oblivion, making me both excited but nervous. “When we’re married.”
He shifts on the mattress, guiding his head between my legs and then lowers me down as his tongue swipes out, licking my pussy, tasting my juices as he thrusts his tongue into my wetness.
I know I’m already dripping for him, the evidence on his tongue as he laps at my arousal, his tongue moving from my folds up to my clit.
With each swipe of his tongue, I grow restless. I loosen the restraints from my tank top and slip my hands free, tangling my fingers in his hair, needing to touch him, to feel him, to have some semblance of control.
My pussy throbs, needing more than just his tongue.
I can’t reach his cock, and I whimper in protest. “I want to fuck you,” I whine, letting my fingers stroke his hair and move down his neck.
He releases his grip on my hips and moves his mouth to my inner thigh, taking a playful nip as I squeal at him and smack him away.
“No biting down there!” I growl, but he didn’t hurt me.
He startled me.
Luca smiles and pulls me above him, my body crashing onto his. “By all means, I’d never deny you any pleasure, ever.”
“Of course, you wouldn’t when it involves your pleasure too.” I grin and then climb down his body, my thumb teasing the head of his cock as I watch his eyes struggle to remain open.
He’s watching intently as I bend down and drag my tongue up his shaft.
His fingers tangle in my hair as I let my tongue swirl over the head and then bring my lips down his length, taking him into my mouth.
“Yes, just like that.” His voice is rough and raw, filled with lust.
I swear I hear him growl.
“Keep doing that,” he rumbles as I feel the first taste of wetness glisten from the head.
His hand fingers my hair, gripping me tighter as I take him deeper into my throat. “You take it so well.”
