I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious as I mirrored his appraisal. Luca’s swollen lips curved into a sexy smirk as he ran a hand through his mussed hair. My mouth watered, the pulse between my legs growing stronger.
He stepped closer again, leaving a long, lingering kiss on my lips.
“Good girls who beg get to lie back and take it. Bad girls”—he pulled me off the vanity and into his body—“get bent over and fucked.”
Holy shit.
He spun me around, pulling my arse so it was flush with his groin. His erection dug into me so deliciously that I couldn’t help but grind intohim.
“Too late,” he admonished, putting an inch of distance between us so I had nothing to work against. “When I saw you in this tinyfuckingdress earlier, I wanted to drop to my knees and worship you there and then.” His hands roamed up my body, kneading my breasts from behind.
I shut my eyes, overwhelmed by the image of us reflected in the mirror.
“Open your eyes so you can see what a tease you’ve been.” Needing him to release the building tension, I obliged. I followed his hands as they traveled south, disappearing under the skirt of my dress. Despite the layers of fabric, the direct pressure of his hand between my legs caused my head to drop back to his shoulder with a moan. Then, he finally pressed his body firmly against my backside.
But it wasn’tenough.
“Ready to beg yet?” he mocked. I stayed silent despite the fact I was grinding into his hand like I was in heat.
“Oh,” he whispered along my neck. “Do youwantit like this?”
“Yes,” I whispered, unable to say anything more but wanting him toknowI wanted it…
“Bend over, then,” he commanded, his hand withdrawing and leaving an ache that begged for his touch to return. As my lips parted—uncertain of what to say—he placed his hand on the center of my back, pushing me down until my bare chest pressed against the cold vanity. I inhaled sharply, the frigid surface shocking my warm skin.
He crouched, flipped the tiny scrap of skirt over my arse, then tore it away.
“Luca,the dress,” I breathed out, appalled he’d destroyed the gorgeous costume and my tights. I tried to stand, but he pressed his palm to my lower back.
“It’s ruined already. The crystals are everywhere.” I glanced back. Hundreds of tiny crystals covered the floor.
“Don’t move,” he demanded, and more wetness rushed to my center at his dominant words.
His hands rubbed the back of my thighs, traveling up and up until they hit the juncture of my legs. The cool air crashed against the hot, damp skin between my legs, covered only by a thin thong. His thumb stroked over the soaked fabric, but I couldn’t find it within myself to be embarrassed.
Luca’s thumb hooked my panties, pulling them to the side, his cool breath causing me to push on to the balls of my feet.Jesus Christ.“For someone who wasn’t willing to beg, you’re dripping.”
“Please, Luca.”
“You’re learning,” he answered.
And then he feasted.
His mouth clamped down, nipping and sucking between my thighs.
His fingers dug into the swell of my arse in the most deliciously painful way. Unable to stay still with the building pleasure, I leaned forward, but his mouth didn’t relent.
Nothinghad felt this amazing before.
He pulled back for a second, and just as I moaned at the loss, he pushed a finger in and curled.
I cried out, my cheek pressing into the cold surface, my toes curling. He was a man possessed, eating and lapping as if it might have been his last meal.
He fucked me with his mouth over and over again. I was shamelessly grinding into his face at that point, looking for more friction, more pressure, more anything.
“Fuck, Luca…”
“You might not beg with your words, but your pussy is doing it for you.”
