Lowering to his chest, I take a nipple into my mouth over his shirt, teasing the pebbled flesh.
“Mad,” Luca breathes, sounding fucked out already. “Shirt… off…”
I chuckle as he claws at his shirt to get it over his head. He tosses it to the floor and places his hands over his head, giving me the perfect view of his slim, lithe body. His pink nipples are hard for me, begging for my mouth again.
Bending, I capture one, sucking on it softly as I rub the other between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh yes,” he whispers, his body shuddering against me. “That… feels… mmf. I think I can come like this.”
Luca, being in his early twenties, has a great refractory period, so I push him, kissing and licking at his nipples until he cries out, wetting my front with his release.
Chuckling against his chest, I say, “You okay?”
“Better,” he whispers, a soft smile on his face. “What about you?”
“Oh, I’m not nearly done with you yet, Luca. I’ll get there… eventually.”
He whimpers at my ominous tone, but his eyes grow heated. My arousal shoots sky high, precum leaking down my shaft.
Kissing down his chest, I lick his release from his belly, swallowing him down. He tastes salty and sweet, the best thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.
Sliding down further, I waste no time taking in his half-hard cock, listening to him groan loudly as I suck him slowly.
In no time, he’s fully erect, his cockhead bumping against my tonsils as I take him as deep as I can.
Luca’s fingernails scratch along my scalp as he moves my head up and down. “Oh God, Mad. Yes. Harder, please?”
He moans and babbles and begs as I suck and lap at him, hollowing my cheeks so I can apply pressure to his shaft.
“Oh… oh… shit. Shit, Teacher!” Luca says and I immediately pull off him, looking up at him in concern. “Sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just don’t want to come until you’re inside me. I need to feel you.” He holds his arms out to me.
I breathe out a sigh of relief and slide up his body, settling between his legs.
Reaching into the nightstand, I pull out lube, then make quick work of getting Luca ready. He spreads for me beautifully, his hole just as eager to have me inside as I am to be there.
Notching my cockhead to his opening, I look down at Luca and thumb over his cheek. He looks up at me with such an open expression that my confession comes tumbling out. “I love you, little lamb.”
He gasps, then shudders when I push into him, his pucker welcoming me like it missed me.
“God, I fucking love you, Luca.” I rest a hand on his face as I slowly roll into him. I make love to Luca, keeping eye contact with him so I can watch every emotion that crosses his face.
“Mad,” he whispers, a tear sliding down his cheek. “I love you. You’re… love you.”
I kiss him, thrusting into him on a gentle wave. Luca rocks with me, meeting me thrust for thrust. His nails dig into myback, leaving scratches behind that will sting when I shower, when I put on a shirt, when I bend over.
I’ll feel Luca all over me for days.
A reminder of the day I told him I love him, and when I killed for him.
And I’ll do it again.
“Mad, make me come,” he whispers when he breaks the kiss.
Picking up the speed of my hips, I snap into him, tagging his prostate with hard thrusts. Luca’s nails dig into me harder, and I feel wetness trailing down my back.
I hiss as I grab his hip, watching his mouth drop open as I rail him into the mattress.
“Fuck, Luca. You… feel… fucking phenomenal. I’m coming. Oh fuck.”
