“I meant… here.”
“Oh.”Oh my God.“…Okay.”
He lowers himself, and when I feel the warmth of his mouth down there, I grip the sheets like they’re all that’s keeping me on this planet.
His mouth… There…
“Holy—!” I cry out as his tongue flicks exactly where it needs to.
If this is animal love, then yes. Yes, to all of it. He’s the lion. And I am averywilling lamb.
I grip his hair, arch into him, and before I can even process what’s happening, I’m spiraling. A wave builds from deep inside me, pulling tighter and tighter until?—
“Ah!” I cry out, head thrown back, chest heaving as I shatter into a thousand glittering pieces. “Oh my God,” I breathe, floating.
Luca wipes his mouth and climbs up. “Ready, little lamb?” he asks, a flicker of pride in his voice.
I nod, breathless.
He aligns with me and pushes in slowly. It’s… pressure. New. Intense. A weird mix of too much and not enough.
His head drops into the crook of my neck. He pulls back, then moves forward again. “You okay?”
I nod again, because honestly, I’m not sure how to explain what I feel. Not pain exactly. Not pleasure yet either. Just…different.
But then, slowly, everything changes. The ache fades, replaced by something hot and urgent. My body reacts before I can catch up, and I realize I’m moaning, needy, lost in it.
Luca’s not quiet either. He groans against my skin, deep and raw. “God… You feel so good. I knew you would.”
That makes me smile—just knowing he’s enjoying this too.
His rhythm picks up, and so does the rush of pleasure.
“I want us to finish together,” he pants, sliding a hand between us to stroke me again. “I’m close.”
I am too. That pressure builds again, the second wave crashing just beneath the surface.
“Emma—shit—” he grits out, right as his hips still.
His fingers keep working, and then I’m there, stars exploding behind my eyelids.
He collapses beside me, breathless, and whispers into my neck, “I love you.”
And I smile, completely undone, and whisper it right back. “I love you too.”
“Iasked her out…” I confess. And then I quickly add, “And I slept with her.”
Dr. Smith blinks, completely thrown off by the sudden direction the conversation just took, especially considering we were talking about the weather two minutes ago.
“And how does that make you feel?” he asks.
Excited. Angry. Hopeful.
“I don’t know yet,” I admit.
Smith crosses one leg over the other and shifts the notepad in his lap. “Was it something youwantedto do?”
“Yes… No. I don’t know!” I run a hand through my hair, already exhausted. “By the time I realized what I was doing, it was too late. She’d already said yes.”
