Another tingle of shivers shot down my spine and straight to my core at his filthy words. I clenched around his fingers as they worked against that most sensitive spot inside me. I could feel the climax building and building, within reach but not quite.
“Luca,” I whispered, and he withdrew his mouth, kissing over a round of my arse and up my back.
“Yes, Stevens?” He snaked a hand around my waist, pulling my body flush withhis.
“I don’t know if I can come.”
His movements paused for a moment. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” I said firmly.
“Tell me what you like, then. I’m a good student.” His hand went down again, and my legs weakened with pleasure.
“I don’t know,” I answered genuinely.
“Has anyone made you come before?” Slow circles continued around my clit, making it difficult to concentrate on my words.
“No,” I whispered.
Luca released an almost animalistic groan of need and wasted no time spinning me around and hoisting me up to his waist again. Carrying me over to the sofa, he leaned against the back cushions and pulled me on top ofhim.
From this position, he was straining against his zip, and I was desperate to see more. My fingers moved with urgency as I unzipped his trousers. He lifted his hips to tug his boxers down, giving me room to pull himout.
A fresh round of arousal flooded my body as I took his cock and stroked from top to bottom. He was hard and hot and,my god,I desperately wanted him inside me.Maybe Luca was right. I haven’t been fucked before.I stroked him again—once, twice, and a third time before his hips flexed and his head fell back.
“Just like that,” he praised. I rubbed him a few more times, eliciting a harsh, strained breath from the man. My clit throbbed, turned on by his pleasure.
I raised myself on my knees, shuffling backward to make my way to the floor. But he grabbed my arms, halting my descent.
“Not today.” He tugged me back. “Come here.” He repositioned me so I was straddling him again. He slightly parted his legs so that mine stretched further apart, baring me to him. Taking my hand, he dragged it down my stomach and between my legs. My back arched as he worked our fingers together and fisted himself with his other hand, dragging up and down his length.
Luca’s hand vanished from between my legs, and I pulled his face to mine. Our lips molded, the pace starting slow but quickly speedingup.
“Touch yourself,” Luca murmured between kisses, and I obeyed, encouraged by his actions.
Watching Luca touch himself was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
Another wave of shivers coursed through my body, and I picked up my pace, circling faster. Now in control of my orgasm, I felt even closer to the brink of coming. I was so,soclose. I glanced down to watch him work himself again.
He pulled my head back tohis.
“Look at you. Rubbing your pretty pussyjust for me.” He pushed two fingers inside me, and I exploded on a moan. Heat spread up my back and across my entire body. I arched into his touch, unable to control my body’s reaction.
I was still riding the waves of the best orgasm of my life when he groaned my name, following my climax.
The smell of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air, our panting the only sound echoing around the room.
Luca reached over to the coffee table, grabbed a tissue, and wiped his hand clean before throwing it in thebin.
I collapsed against his chest, unable to do much more. His arms bracketed around my waist.
Peering around, I surveyed the carnage we’d caused.The poor dress.Crystals covered almost every surface, barely a bottle remained on the vanity, and our skates were discarded in the center of the room.
Luca tucked a stray hair behind my ear, kissed my jawline, then made his way to my lips.
A gentle warmth enveloped my body, the rhythmic sounds of our breathing soothing any residual adrenaline. I melted into his embrace, his arms draping around me in a warm cocoon. I didn’t know whether Luca usually did this aftersexual activities,but I couldn’t find it within me to care. If Luca wanted me to get off him, he wouldsay.
After a few minutes, I leaned back to study his face. The lines on his forehead had smoothed, and his eyes held a soft, relaxed gleam.
