I freeze. “Eyes on the mirror when my pussy’s wrapped around your cock, Luca.”
His eyes snap back to mine. “You want me to wreck this cunt, baby?”
“You can try. Remember, it’s magic.”
“Fucking brat,” he says against my ear, a hit of amusement inhis voice. He moves his hand from my clit to my nipple, pinching hard as he starts thrusting again. Trusting him to keep me from falling over, I slide the hand not in his hair down to my clit. Only seconds later, Luca’s hand covers my mouth just before I scream, my pussy clenching around his cock as I come so hard dark spots dance in front of my eyes. His teeth sink into my shoulder when he stills, muffling his cry when he finds his release.
I sag in his arms, spent. His cock slips free, followed by a gush of our combined cum. We never think about how messy we make things when we start these mini-fuckfests. He lowers us both onto the canvas, panting and half-dead. Well, I’m half dead. And half asleep. Luca’s still Luca and his superpower is bouncing back after sex, so it isn’t long before he’s carrying me across the gym and into the bathroom. I’m not even sure how he got me out of the ring.
The shower isn’t nearly as big as ours, but it has a bench along the back wall all the same. Luca sets me on it gently, always treating me like treasure except for when he’s treating me like his own personal fucktoy. I love being both things to him.
He kisses my forehead and turns on the water, making sure it doesn’t reach me until it’s warm enough. I know he gets hit with a blast of cold, but he doesn’t flinch or complain. He rinses his face and body quickly before saying, “I’m going to grab our clothes and clean up really quick. Stay here. I’m coming right back.”
“Mmmkay.” I smile and lean against the wall to wait for him. He enjoys taking care of me, and I rarely deny him the opportunity to do so. I’m pretty sure I fall asleep sitting up, but then Luca’s back, carefully washing me with the bottle of his body wash he keeps here.
“Shit,” he mumbles when he gathers up my hair to work shampoo through it.
“Hmm?” I can stand now, but I’m still reduced to just making noises. I moan as he lathers it into my scalp. Washing my own hairjust isn’t the same. I try not to do it myself anymore unless he’s watching. Watching me always makes him hard.
“I bit you too fucking hard,” he grumbles.
I shrug. “Can’t be worse than the hickey I gave you right before our wedding.”
“Fuck, the one you gave me last night is worse than that one was. But I need to be more careful with you.” He shakes his head, silently berating himself.
I take his face in my hands. “Luca, you haven’t left a mark on me I haven’t wanted. Haven’t loved.”
He doesn’t look convinced. But I’m not letting it go. “How does it make you feel when you have to put your hand over my mouth? When you make me come so hard I can’t move or speak for like ten minutes?”
“You know how it makes me feel,” he growls, digging his fist into my sudsy hair.
“Yeah, because it’s the same way I feel when you lose control a little bit. You’ll never hurt me, Luca. Not for real.”
“Never,” he vows.
“But I like the evidence you leave behind when you love me.”
His fingers graze one of my scars before moving to the terrible heart on my side and then the tiny star on my collarbone I got two weeks ago. “Something you choose to wear on your skin,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.
I lightly skim my finger over one of his scars. Then I run my whole hand down his colorful bicep. “Yes. I choose to wear you. As many ways as I can. Just like you choose to wear me.” I drag my hand up to the hickey on his neck. “I like that they’re not all permanent. That we can choose to wear each other over and over again.”
“I’ll always choose you, Minx.”
I grin up at him. “I’ll always choose you, too, Beefcake. Now,can you please rinse out my hair? My head is starting to itch like a motherfucker.”
Chuckling, he does just that. When we’re squeaky clean, he wraps me in a fluffy towel, dries me off, and helps me into my clothes. Minus the thong I stuff into my pocket.
Grabbing what’s left of my popcorn, I make my way upstairs while he stops by the kitchen for ‘real food.’ I drop onto the couch next to Lil and hold the bowl out to her.
“Finally. I’ve been waiting for you so I can start this fucking episode.”
“I would be lying if I said sorry.”
She snickers and takes a handful of popcorn. “Where’d you horndogs bang this time?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Mmmhmm.”
