The sensation of him kissing me as he thrusts, slower now to let me get used to his size, sweeps through me like a wave of heat. I can feel the pleasure building, the soft movement of his mouth against mine taking me higher. I part my lips, grasp his shoulders as his tongue slides into my mouth, and I feel dizzy with pleasure, with need, with the realization thatthis is happening,Luca is inside me, Luca is my first, Luca is fucking me right now.
Every dream I’ve ever had has come true. I never want it to end.
He groans against my mouth, his hips jerking and slowing, and I know it will, though. His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit. “This perfect, tight pussy is going to make me come,” he murmurs hoarsely. “I’m not gonna be able to wait much longer to fill you up,bellissima. Come on my cock. Come for me, while I fuck you the way you needed to be fucked.”
His hips move faster as he speaks, and the pain is lost in the feeling of his mouth and fingers on me, the sound of himwhispering dirty things as his cock slides in and out of me. I want more, I want this forever, and I arch against him, meeting his thrusts with my own.
He shudders sharply. “Oh Christ,” he chokes out. “Fuck,bellissima, come now. Come for me!”
Something about the order, the sharpness of it, the rough rasp of his accent, undoes me. He presses against my clit with his thumb, rubbing upward, and I cry out against his mouth, clenching down hard around his cock as the orgasm crashes over me. He stiffens, letting out a rough moan as his hips jerk forward, and I feel a wash of heat inside of me as his cock throbs rapidly.
“Fuck, fuck, bellissima,” he groans, hips jerking against me as he comes, his pelvis rubbing against my oversensitive clit until I feel smaller, intense waves rippling through me, my body clenching rhythmically around him. “Fuck,I can’t fucking stop coming.” His hips jerk again, his muscles flexed, and I swear I feel a thick, hot wetness dripping from around his cock onto my thighs.
He goes still above me, trembling, his hand gripping the headboard. “Fuck, I could stay in you all fucking night,” he whispers. “I want to fuck you again. I want to keep fucking you.Fuck.”
“You can,” I whisper, and he lets out a choked laugh.
“I don’t know if I can, after that orgasm. I’ve never come so hard in my fucking life. Feeling you around me bare…fuck, that was a religious fucking experience.”
I bite my lip, my face flushing hot. I want to laugh or cry or both… or maybe just keep him right here with me, and not let him go.Lucasaid that about me. Luca said being with me was like a religious experience. That fucking me was that good.
He slides out of me, slowly, and I want to cry now in earnest.
This can’t be the last time. It can’t be.
He rolls onto his side, pulling me close, and he leans in, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “You should come back,” he murmurs. “I’ll be back tomorrow, next Friday, next Saturday, whenever they’re open. I won’t fuck anyone else if you’re here.” His hand slides down my abdomen, cupping me possessively between my thighs, his fingers pushing inside of me as if to keep his cum trapped there. I gasp, arching into his touch, and he groans. “I want to fuck you again. Say you’ll be back.”
I should tell him I don’t know. I can’t promise anything. But instead I turn toward him, my lips grazing over his as I kiss him softly, forcing myself not to cry.
“I’ll be here,” I promise.
I hope that it’s the truth.
8
LUCA
Ifeel like I’ve lost my fucking mind.
One night with Valentina, and I’m constantly thinking about seeing her again. I should be glad—it has helped distract me from Giulia and the inevitability of what’s going to happen. I can’t stop thinking about how good she felt—her mouth, her hand, God, her fucking pussy. The look on her face when she whispered how big I was. How good I felt.
She could make a man’s ego impossible. She made me feel like I was on top of the fucking world… enough to make a mistake that I’ve never made before with anyone.
I’ve never fucked a woman bare before. I’m meticulous about protection, I don’t want a child, and I don’t want anything else that’s difficult to get rid of, either. But when she begged me for my cock inside her without anything between us… I couldn’t fucking tell her no.
I feel like my obsession with Giulia has just branched out. Like I’m satisfying one obsession by feeding another. And if Valentina makes me feel that way, if she makes me make stupid decisions, I shouldn’t go back and see her.
The last thing I need is another woman who spins me up and makes me not think straight. I was supposed to be clearing my head, not giving myself another reason to get lost.
The smart thing would be to let it go, say that it was one night, and move on with my life. The smart thing would be to stay the fuck away from that club and everything it represents.
But I've never been particularly smart when it comes to the things I want. And I want her.
I can still feel her, still taste her. I can still hear the fucking sounds she made when I was inside her.
I've been with other women. More than I probably should have—enough to know the difference between good sex and great sex, attraction and chemistry.
This was something else. I don’t have a name for what that was, what I felt when I was inside her, when I came in her. I wanted to stay in her for fucking ever.
