"Mmm," she cries in pleasure. "Luca… I'm coming… I want you to play with me more… I don't want it to stop…"
I turn her body slightly so she's facing the passenger window, her hands instinctively pressing against the glass. I keep one hand fisted tight in her hair, pulling her head back so her neck arches.
She whimpers as I thrust into her again.
"Yes! Luca! Yes! Oh! Fuck!"
I start fucking her harder, her hips coming forward, making her breasts bounce and slide against the glass with every powerful thrust. Her nipples leave faint smears on the fogged surface.
Sweat rolls down my chest and drips onto her back. I can see her reflection clearly, her face twisted in pleasure.
"Say my name Princess! Whose pussy is this?
"Luca, it's yours," she gasps.
"Luca…" she moans, voice breaking. "I'm coming…"
Her excitement builds visibly her breathing turns into desperate, panting cries, her pussy flutters and clenches wildly around me, her flat stomach tightens, and her breasts bounce harder against the glass with every snap of my hips.
"More…" she begs, voice trembling, sweat dripping down her head and between her breasts. "I like what you're doing… Please don't stop… it feels so good…"
I tug her hair harder. "Good girl," I growl against her ear, breathing hot. "Look at you, pressed against the window, taking my cock. So fucking beautiful."
Her excitement builds higher, her moans turning into broken cries. "Don't stop… I'm so close… please— fuck,"
She cries out as the orgasm crashes over her, her pussy clamping down hard around my cock Her hands slip on the fogged glass, leaving streaks as her whole body convulses in pleasure.
I ride her through every wave, kissing her neck and mouth and swallowing her broken moans. As the tremors slowly fade, I stay buried deep inside her, both of us panting, trembling in the steamy car.
"I love you," I whisper against her swollen lips.
She kisses me back softly, still trembling around me. "I love you too."
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Nathalie
Five Months Later
"You look terrified," Luca says, without looking at me. Renzo chuckles softly teasing me.
"I'm not terrified," I tell Luca.
He looks at me.
"I'm slightly terrified," I admit. It's my first public outing with him and we were going to meet his special friends, so he called them, at an art exhibition, hosted by said friends.
If they meant so much to him, I wanted to make a good impression. He squeezes my hand and we walk through the entrance of the gallery. The first thing I notice is how warm it is inside, not temperature warm but the warmth of a space that has been filled with things made with genuine feeling.
He told me their names, Annika and Kirill.
Annika is the one who is hosting the exhibition, Kirill is her husband. Her sculptures are positioned throughout the room. People were already there walking through the room, looking at her art.
Renzo is behind us, which is where Renzo always is, and he is already scanning the room with the professional attention he applies to every room regardless of whether it contains sculptures or threats.
Two people wave at us and from Luca's smile, I recognize them. Kirill is tall and covered in tattoos to his neck and he has his hand at the small of Annika's back in the habitual way of someone who has been doing it for years and doesn't notice anymore.
Annika is beside him in a deep green dress, full-figured and radiant. We walk up to him and their faces open into a smile.
