"Are you sure?" he breathes against my lips, even as his body communicates how desperately he wants this.
In answer, my fingers undo the buttons of his pants. "I'm sure. I want this. I want you."
We quickly undress and he lowers me to the bed with tenderness, his eyes never leaving mine.
He kisses me again, his hands caress my body, and it feels like healing.
As if there was a broken part of him that is mending. It’s the same for me.
Opening up to him after so much time of trying to keep him out.
His lips trail down my neck and lower.
His hand cups my breast as he brings it to his mouth, gently suckling.
Erotic sensations rush to my center, wet and needy.
I arch into him, holding him to me.
“I so fucking missed this…” He kisses me lower and lower, settling his shoulders between my thighs. He inhales my scent and then laps his tongue through my folds.
I gasp, my hand gripping his head, holding him to me as delicious sparks of pleasure crackle through me.
“Mmm.” He hums against me, and it’s electric.
I moan, my body rocking with need as his lips and tongue work their magic on me. “Luca.”
“Come for me, Katerina. I want to taste you.” His tongue flicks inside me as his fingers caress my clit.
Immediately, I feel like I’ve been shot from a cannon.
I soar in pleasure.
He laps at my juices like a man dying of thirst.
It draws out my pleasure until I’m spent.
Slowly, he kisses his way back up my body and kisses me again. He’s hard against my belly, and it reawakens my need.
I push at him until he rolls back.
At first, his expression is concerned and I imagine he thinks I’m about to put the breaks on. Instead, I straddle him.
“I want a turn.”
His hands slide up my thighs. “Whatever you want, baby. You take it. I’m all yours.”
I hold his gaze as I slide down, feeling him inside me, filling me. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of it.
“That’s it. Feel me inside you. Use me to feel good,” he commands softly.
I rise and lower over him, riding him. At first, I go slow, but soon the pressure builds and I’m panting as I reach for pleasure.
“Fuck… Oh… I’m coming!” His hips buck up, and warmth fills me. The friction is exquisite as he pulses inside me, and I fly again with him.
I’m not naive enough to believe that all our problems are fixed.
After all, he’s still going to leave.
