I pushed in, inch by inch, shivers erupting across my skin and shooting straight down my spine. Pleasure like I’d never known spread deep into my bones.
After a few smaller strokes, I bottomed out, and she took me sofucking well. I groaned into her neck as she moaned in pleasure.
“Oh mygod,” she whispered. I didn’t dare move and risk coming too soon. She was tight and hot, and we fit together so perfectly. Her moans in my ear weren’t helping the situation, but I couldn’t stop.
Then she circled her hips, and I almost saw stars. But I obliged, pulling out right to the tip before pushing in again. This time, I couldn’t control the need to push in and out—nothinghad ever felt this fucking good.
I picked up my pace, and her tits bounced with every thrust. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked, and Matilda’s back arched in pleasure. I moved to her other nipple, leaving a trail of wetness coating her skin.
“I knew you’d take me so good, Stevens.” I pushed in again and again, her core clenching around me, throwing my rhythm off. I wouldn’t last long. The more her eyes hooded and lips parted, themore she pulsed around me, the more her arms pulled against the restraints, the closer I got to completely losingit.
I grabbed the vibrator and pressed it on, a light buzz filling the room. When she nodded eagerly, I wasted no time dragging it across her stomach and down, down, down until it rested gently against her clit.
Her reaction was instantaneous. Her back arched, and she released a long moan with a stream ofoh my gods. She clenched so tightly around my cock that my teeth ground in an effort not to come.
I pressed the vibrator more firmly, circling it. Her eyes rolled back as her feet curled into the sheets.
“You’re.”Thrust.“So.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Tight.”
“Oh, fuck—Luca,” she screamed, her legs starting to shake as an orgasm tore through her. She moaned and writhed, my dick growing slicker with each hurried thrust. Her arms slipped from the belt, nails dragging across my back.
“Fuck,” I growled as pleasure shot down my spine, the sound of my name on Matilda’s lips, combined with our slick noises and heavy breaths, sending me over the edge. My thrusts slowed as I emptied myself deep into her, not wasting a single second of pleasure.
When my thrusting slowed to a stop, I pulled her hands from where they hung over my shoulders and pressed a kiss to eachone.
Unable to hold my weight any longer, I pulled myself out and rolled to the side. After discarding the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed, I grabbed Matilda’s thigh, dragging it across my body.
Her head lolled to the side to look at me, a satiated smile crossing her lips as her eyes fluttered open.
“It’sneverfelt that good.” She placed a hand on my chest, and I wondered whether she knew that my racing heartbeat wasn’t justfrom exhaustion. “I can’t believe I came during sex. I thought it was a myth.”
“Sex hasn’t ever felt that good for me, either,” I confessed. Her eyes widened, sparkling with surprise as her lips curved into a big, beautiful smile.
I’d always enjoyed sex, but it had never been that all-consuming and overwhelming, and I’d never been left with thisfeelingafter. I didn’t know how to explainit.
I wasn’t used to feeling much duringsex.
Maybe it was because it was with someone I trusted—and that scared the shit out ofme.
The blue skies of sunrisefiltered through the curtains and coaxed me from my dreams. As I blinked away the last remnants of sleep and slipped out of bed, my muscles ached and protested at the movement. Despite the slight discomfort, my body was satisfied in ways it hadn’t been in years.
A quick glance at Luca, who had his arm thrown across his eyes and the duvet pooled around his waist, confirmed he was still fast asleep. Deciding to return the favors he’d bestowed on me far too many times over the past few months, I hurriedly pulled on some shorts and a sweatshirt before heading out to grab us coffee.
On the way there, I realized I had to figure out what I wanted to come of all this. We couldn’t ignore it like we had after the dressing room, then keep walking the line of something more.
Luca liked and trusted me now, but I knew deep down that we wouldn’t work—we were too different. While I had struggled to accept Luca’s reasoning last night, in the cold light of day, I knew he was right. When he got the part inDirty Dancing,he’d be halfway across the world, shooting for months, then attending premieres and after-parties, while I’d be attempting to build a new career here.
But just because I understood it didn’t mean I didn’t wish it were different.
And if Luca had taught me anything, it was that my opinion was important, even if I knew it wasn’t what the other person wanted to hear.
Friends with benefits was off the table. It wouldn’t work; sleeping with Luca last night was already at the edge of no return. I could admit that I had feelings for Luca, and having more mind-blowing sex wasn’t going to help them go away. As I arrived at Vinnie’s, thoughts still swirling in my mind, I decided that talking things through with Luca was the only way to figure out where we went from here.
Ten minutes later, I was removing the coffees from their holder as a very shirtless and very sleepy-looking Luca emerged from the bedroom, running a hand through his hair. My eyes were immediately drawn to his sculpted stomach, each muscle defined and tanned to a golden hue. I resisted the urge to release an appreciative sigh.
“Mornin’,” he said, his voice gravelly. “Did I oversleep?” He rested his arms on the other side of the counter.
“No, not at all.” I slid his black Americano across to him. “I’m just an early riser.” I took a sip of my coffee, hoping the warmth would distract me from my racing heart.
