That sound. It’s like a balm to my soul but lights a fire in my pussy. The good kind of fire. Not like something that needs an antibiotic… Fuck. No more mixing vodka and pot gummies! He picks me up again and sets me on my feet in the bathroom. I start to undress but get distracted when he takes his shirt off. His body always distracts me. The muscles everywhere, the six-pack, the V that disappears into his pants, the ink on his arm, his tattooed back that I can see in the mirror, covered in my scratch marks… it’s a goodthing I’m getting in the shower because these panties are useless now.
He grins, knowing exactly what I’m thinking. I pull my shirt up over my head. I’m still getting used to him looking at me the way I look at him. But he does. Scars and all. He kisses them almost every day. Somehow, I get even wetter when he looks at me now. His pants are tossed in the corner. Then he’s dragging mine down. I know he can smell how aroused I am because I can smell it.
He stands and whispers in my ear, “You’re already close, aren’t you, Ariana?” I nod. There’s no point in lying. Fuck, that whisper sent shivers down my spine that almost set me off with as worked up as I am. As soon as we step into the shower, he lifts me and pins me against the wall, but he enters me slowly.
So. Fucking. Slowly.
“Luca,” I whine, loving and hating this—and him—at the same time.
His gaze is trained on where he’s burying his cock inside me, inch by inch. “God damn, Minx. Look at how well you take me. How your cunt stretches around me. Fucking perfect.”
I arch my back, the praise sending all kinds of goodness through me as he fills my pussy. He dips his head and takes my nipple between his teeth. “Holy fuck,” I breathe.
He bites down hard enough to make me gasp but not send me over the edge. His tongue rolls over the pebbled tip before he leans back to get another look at where our bodies are joined.
“Luca, please. I need to come.” I am not above begging. At all.
Tonight, that is.
He takes a ragged breath and drags his eyes up to mine. “I’ve got you, baby.” My eyes almost roll all the way back when he starts to pull out just as slowly as he pushed in. My fingers dig into his skin, adding more marks to his back. He wears them like badges. The same way I wear the bruises his hands leave on my hips.
He slams into me, building me up as I gasp and moan with each thrust. He’s not going slow now. I bury my face against his neck, biting and sucking on his slightly salty skin to keep from screaming when I come. My pussy clenches around his cock and a deep grunt escapes his lips as he stills, spilling inside me.
I collapse against Luca, trusting that he’ll keep me from falling. My whole body is jelly. He holds me, our breathing uneven, our hearts racing. After a few minutes, he sets me down on the seat along the back wall and grabs my soap. His hands are gentle as they skate along my skin. They always are when he’s doing anything other than fucking me. My heart almost hurts from being so full and happy. Being loved by someone the way he loves me is a precious thing.
He takes his time washing me, not missing a single inch of my body, then makes quick work of soaping up and rinsing himself off. Then he dries me with a soft towel the same way, gently and thoroughly.
“You’re so damn good to me, Luca. I don’t deserve you.”
Taking my face in his hands, his eyes filled with raw emotions. “Baby, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you.” He kisses my nose, making me giggle.
“Want to watch a movie or something with me?” I ask, suddenly very awake.
He blinks at me a few times, that cute little wrinkle between his eyes showing up as he tilts his head. I love that little wrinkle. “Are you still high?”
I scoff. “What? No. Maybe. What time is it?”
“Like one.”
“Oh, then absolutely, yes. That first gummy started to wear off so I had another one like an hour ago. Do you have any snacks in here?”
He shakes his head, fighting a smile. He can’t hide those from me. I know him too well. “No, Minx. I have no snacks.”
“You are a snack.” My gaze drifts back down to where that V meets the towel around his hips.
“What?”
“What?” My eyes snap up to his. “Oh, snacks. Hold on.” I stroll into the closet, grinning at the frogs he’s found so far collected in a glass jar on the island, before rummaging around in a drawer for a minute until I find what I’m looking for. Luca rolls his eyes at the big bag of Doritos I come out with.
“You hid snacks in my closet?”
“Emergency stash. Didn’t you ever see that episode ofFriendswhen they ate wax because they had no food in Monica’s room?”
“No, can’t say I have.”
Grabbing the remote from the bedside table on my way, I crawl to the middle of the bed and sit cross-legged. “Then I know what we’re watching.” I open the bag of chips and start scrolling through our streaming apps. Luca lies down next to me, his towel nowhere to be found, and rests his head on my leg. I find the episode and start it, then toss the remote aside. Eating chips with one hand, I dig the other into Luca’s hair and do my best impression of a cat making biscuits with its paw.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he groans. I must be doing a damn fine impression of that cat. I catch his cock twitching out of the corner of my eye and watch as it starts to harden. I’m still not sure it’s normal to fuck as much as we have been, but I’m not going to actually question it. I might curse us or something. And that would suck.
