The stretch is perfect. Full. Hot. I pause halfway. Breathe. Let my body adjust. His hands settle on my hips. Thumbs stroking hip bones in slow circles.
“You feel incredible,” he says quietly. “Look at you taking me like this.”
I sink the rest of the way. Take him fully. We both exhale. A shared sound.
I start to move. Long, rolling grinds. Not bouncing. Rocking. Circling. Finding the angle where he presses exactly where I need. My hands brace on his chest.
His eyes never leave my face. Watching every reaction. Every gasp. Every flutter of my lashes.
“Gorgeous,” he breathes. “The way you move. The way you feel wrapped around me. Perfect.”
I lean down and kiss him again, tongues sliding together while my hips keep that lazy rhythm. His hands roam my back. Up my spine. Down again. Cupping my ass. Helping me rise and fall when my thighs start to tremble.
The pleasure builds steadily. Deep inside. Coiling tighter with every grind. I sit up straighter, and his hands slide up. Cup my breasts. Thumbs circling nipples. Then his mouth follows. He leans up and takes one peak between his lips. Tongue swirling. Soft suck. Gentle scrape of teeth. I moan his name, fingers tightening in his hair.
“Luca…”
He switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention and reverence. My rhythm falters as my hips rock harder and deeper.
He feels it. The shift. The way my walls start to flutter around him.
In one smooth motion, he rolls us. No hurry. No force. Just a natural shift. Now I’m beneath him. Legs wrapping around his waist. Heels digging into his lower back. Pulling him closer.
He thrusts slowly. Pulling almost all the way out. Sliding back in fully.
His mouth finds my neck. Kisses along the column. Nips softly at my collarbone. Then lower. Back to my breasts. Tongue flicking one nipple while he thrusts. The dual sensation makes me arch. Gasps turning to soft cries.
Eyes meet again. Locked. Neither of us looking away.
“You’re so good,” he whispers against my skin. “So perfect like this. Let me feel you.”
I cling tighter. Nails pressing into his shoulders. Legs tightening around him. The pace stays measured but deeper now. Harder in the best way. Every thrust hits exactly where I need.
Heat coils tighter. Tighter. My breath comes in short pants. Thighs trembling. Walls fluttering around him.
“Luca…” My voice is breathy. Almost surprised. “I’m close…god, I’m so close…”
He keeps the rhythm steady. His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit. circling slowly, matching the thrust of his hips. The combination shatters me.
I come hard. Waves rolling through me. Body clenching around him in pulsing rhythm. I gasp his name over and over. Fingersdigging into his back. Legs locking tight. Pleasure washing over me in endless pulses.
He groans low against my neck. Thrusts once. Twice. Deep. Then buries himself fully. Pulsing inside me. Hot. Thick. His arms wrap around me. Holding me close while we ride the aftershocks together.
He collapses beside me, both of us breathing hard. He pulls me against him. I let him. Rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat slow.
“The twins asked me something today,” I say after a while.
“What?”
“If you’re going to stay. If you’ll always be here or if you’ll leave.”
His hand stills on my back. “What did you tell them?”
“I didn’t know what to say. So I told them they should ask you themselves.”
“I’ll tell them yes.”
“Will you mean it?”
