Luca speechless in the bedroom was definitely a novelty.
My hands found his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt smooth under my fingers. They trembled as I reached for it and started unbuttoning. The shirt finally fell away, leaving him standing in just his suit trousers—a sight that was worth the wait.
He was avision.
Luca stepped back, taking my hand and lifting it to his mouth, pressing tender kisses to my fingers. Each delicate touch of his lips sent liquid heat straight to my core while warming something in my chest.
I expected Luca to pick me up and throw me on the bed in a similar fashion to how he had the other time. Instead, he lowered himself to sit on the edge, his eyes never leaving mine. He pulled me forward until I was straddling his waist, our bodies aligning in a way that felt both new and familiar.
Luca smiled up at me, a dimple creasing his cheek.
Jesus Christ, I will never get tired ofhim.
Luca raised a hand, wrapping it around the nape of my neck, and pulled my face tohis.
Our lips collided and it was like we were kissing for the first time. His lips were warm and soft; nothing had ever felt like this, so intimate and all-consuming.
Our lips parted, and our tongues intertwined passionately. I arched into his touch as his hands skimmed up my bare back, greedily caressing as much skin as possible.
The hardness in his trousers, coupled with the rough texture ofhis zipper, pressed deliciously against me. My breath hitched as the sensation sent shivers dancing across my skin, causing Luca to grind his hips again.
He pulled his lips from mine but instantly found my neck, pressing kisses to my already flushed skin. I writhed against him, needing to ease the pressure building in my core, which throbbed more with every passing second.
“Fuck, Matilda,” he groaned, his cock feeling bigger and harder with every circle of my hips. “Just like that.”
His mouth left my neck in favor of my nipples, awarding them the attention they were desperate for. He sucked and bit, pleasure mixing with the smallest amount of pain, driving me closer and closer to the edge. But I wanted—no, needed to do something first.
I gently slid off his lap, the carpet soft and plush against my knees.
His eyes flared, his lips parting. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know,” I breathed, my fingers working the zipper. “But I want you in my mouth.”
A strained sound escaped through his clenched teeth. His hips lifted slightly, allowing me to slide his trousers and boxers down.
Luca’s cock strained up against his stomach, pre-cum leaking from the head. He looked even bigger than I remembered.
He stroked a hand through my hair, moving it behind my shoulders so he had a perfect view of what I was about todo.
Fueled by the intoxicating blend of need and arousal shimmering in his gaze, I wasted no time taking his cock in my hand. I licked the underside from base to tip, gazing at Luca through my lashes as I sucked the head into my mouth.
His groan reverberated through the room, head dropping backward, baring the strong column of his throat as it strained withpleasure. His knuckles turned white as his fingers curled into the sheets, encouraging me to suck harder.
Hollowing my cheeks, I slid my mouth down his length, the tip hitting the back of my throat before I was anywhere near the bottom.
He collected my hair that had fallen forward, pushing it back to get a clear view again. “You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth, Matilda.”
Jesus Christ.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. With each encouraging word, my determination grew stronger, fueling a fire withinme.
I took him deeper into my mouth, my hand working the base. There was no way I was going to fit him allin.
Luca’s hands sank into my hair as he drowned me in praise. His thigh muscles twitched and tightened underneath the palm that held me steady on him. There was something sosexyin the way his body responded to my touch, a primal instinct urging him closer.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last—stop.” Luca released my hair, letting it fall around my shoulders again.
I drew my mouth off him with a pop. Luca took my hand and pulled me up to stand between his legs, my bare stomach flush with his. I tipped my head down ever so slightly, so our mouths were only inches apart.
