“Luca,” I gasp, trying to hold tight to my convictions while need courses through me. When his fingers dig into my skin, what tiny bit of resolve I had breaks. “I swear, ifyou get hurt?—”
“I won’t.”
He carefully drops to his knees, throws one of my legs over his shoulder, and buries his face in my pussy. Between no action for more than a week and the fact that he’s an expert when it comes to my body, an orgasm builds quickly.
“Oh fuck!” I cry, coming hard on his tongue. He looks up at me with a smug grin on his face. Leaning forward, he presses a gentle kiss above my pussy before climbing to his feet and kissing me hard. I moan when I taste myself on his lips.
Placing my hands on his hips, I push him backward until his legs hit the bench and he sits. I fall to my knees and take his hard cock in my mouth. His hands tangle in my hair even as he says, “I need to be inside you, baby.”
I pop off just long enough to say, “Later,” then use my expertise of his body until he comes down my throat with a loud groan and my name on his lips.
He drags me up to straddle his lap, and he kisses me again. “I fucking love you, Ariana.” His forehead rests against mine, and his breathing is heavy.
“I fucking love you, Luca.”
The bet is a draw because Becca made all three desserts. By the time we’re done eating, I can tell Luca’s getting tired. I feel a little guilty, but only a little, because he started the funny business in the shower.
He’s not ready to get back into a bed, and I don’t blame him. We turn on the TV and settle on the couch with Lil. Luca’s asleep with his head in my lap and a blanket thrown over him within tenminutes. Thankful for whatever this new version of normal is at the moment, I run my fingers through his hair while he sleeps. We might not be safe. We might not be whole. But we’re together. All of us.
Chapter 88
Our normal is just fine
Luca
“Luca.” The sound of my favorite voice wakes me, and I can’t help but smile when I hear her. My fucking queen. “Come on, Hot Stuff. Let’s go to bed.”
“That sounds perfect, baby.” I sit up gingerly. I definitely have some sore spots I’d rather not aggravate. The sooner I heal, the better.
“You’re lucky Ari’s nice, I was going to tickle your feet and hope you fell on the floor.” Lil grabs the blanket covering me and folds it.
She’s lying, but I respond as if she isn’t. “Rude.” She grins and shrugs at me.
I stand and hold my hand out to Ariana. She might think the thing I hate most about having to give my body time to rest is not being able to work out or pin her against a wall and fuck her. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing both of those things. But the thing I want to do most and can’t is pick her up and carry her. I love holding her in my arms. And while she’s fierce and independentin so many ways, she’s my little house cat at her core and loves it, too.
As if she can tell what I’m thinking, she wraps her arms around my waist and smiles up at me. “Soon, Luca. You can carry me all over the house for a whole day if you want to once you’re cleared.”
“I’m going to hold you to that, Minx.” I bend a little to kiss her. “Now I heard something about bed.”
“It’s going to be weird sleeping without all those beeps, and Ari’s monster snores.”
Ariana flips Lil the bird but does it with a smile. “Lil, our offer still stands, you know. You know where to find us if you can’t sleep.”
“Hey, I was doing pretty good, but then stupid Luca had to go and get himself kidnapped and ruin all my progress.”
“Sorry, Lil. I’ll try not to let it happen again.”
“You fucking better, I can’t deal with all those Ariana tears again. Ariana tears are the worst.”
I have to agree, but I just hate my girl being sad in general.
Once we’re in our room, Ariana helps me take my shirt off again. “I could get used to this.”
She smirks and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my sweatpants. She leaves my boxers on, then climbs into bed wearing a tank top and panties. I arch an eyebrow at her. “You’re supposed to be resting,” she tells me.
“Mmhhmmm.” I drop my boxers to the floor, then crawl in and lean over her, taking her mouth with mine roughly. She moans and meets my tongue with hers. It’s an intense and passionate kiss, filled with lust and love. My cock is hard and pressed against her pussy, but the layer of underwear is driving me crazy. I growl and tug on her flimsy thong, ripping it and tossing it aside. She gasps, then moans when my fingers slide into her pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” I whisper in her ear. A shudder runs through her, and she gets even wetter.
Throwing her head back, her hips buck against my hand. I keep my fingers in her cunt, fucking her with them, and circle her clit with my thumb. When she’s close, I press my thumb down in just the right spot and curl my fingers. Her walls clench, and she shatters, whimpering my name. I gently stroke up and down her wet pussy lips while she recovers, then I lick my fingers clean.
