11. Chapter Eleven - Luca
I could watch her work with clay all day. The way her tongue darts out between her lips when she focuses, the way she bites her lip when she”s not quite sure how to continue, the way she smiles when she decides she likes what she”s creating – I want to take pictures of all these little moments, and keep them in my wallet so I can look at them whenever I feel like it.
She leans back in her seat and slowly turns her pottery wheel, inspecting her creation from all sides. When she’s satisfied with it, she looks up, her eyes snapping to mine when she sees I’m done.
”Oh, you”re finished already?” She freezes, her eyes widening, her pupils darting between my eyes nervously. ”Sorry for making you wait.”
”Only just,” I assure her, making her shoulders sink in relief as she exhales a soft, relieved sigh. ”But it’s okay, you can take your time.”
My eyebrows scrunch together. Why does she act as if waiting for her to finish is such a burden? She warned me about her being meticulous after all, and I love watching her when she’s distracted. Were her former boyfriends that impatient? I can”t imagine. Watching her do her thing is so damn mesmerizing.
”It”s okay, I think I”m done.” She gives her mug one last whirl, and the smile on her face lights up the fucking room. ”Yes. I can see it.”
”How”s it going, lovebirds?” Mary pops her head around the corner right on time, making both of us startle. Wow. Either that woman has perfect timing, or she was eavesdropping. She doesn’t seem like the type to eavesdrop, though. ”That looks lovely,” she says adoringly, looking at Millie”s mug. When she looks at mine, she only raises her eyebrow. I hope it’s in surprise that it turned out good. I’m going out on a limb and guess that she doesn’t get too many men who take pottery as seriously here.
Or she’s judging me because it’s a regular mug without much decoration.
Now that I’m thinking about it, that seems more likely.
That”s fine. My ego is fine. My talents lie in other areas. Like pretending that I’ve never seen any mug prettier than the one I’ve created. I just have to convince myself of it first. But what did my mom used to say? When in doubt, call it art.
Abstract art, maybe. But art. I’ll have to research some glaze ideas.
”So we”ll let these dry, and then I”ll fire them for you so you can glaze them,” Mary explains, walking into the room with a tray in her hand.
”Thank you so much, Mary.” Millie beams at her, and I can see Mary”s expression soften as she pulls a string over her wheel to release the clay from it and put the mug on the tray.
”No worries, hun. Now, have a good evening, you two.”
”Can we help you clean up? I”m sure you want to go home soon, too,” I offer, but she shakes her head.
”It”s fine, love. Telling you where stuff goes would take just as much time as doing it myself. Now wash your hands and get out of here,” she scolds us playfully, and I give her a joking salute. Millie and I stand up, and I take a second to stretch my back. Sitting hunched over a pottery wheel isn’t so great for it. Who would have thought?
Millie does the same before grabbing her sweatshirt and flinging it over her shoulder. Then, we step out of the shop and into the alley with laughter on our lips.
Both of us are a mess. Our shirts are covered in muddy water and clay, and she even has a speck of dirt on her face, right next to her nose, that makes her look like Marilyn Monroe.
”Wait a second, you have–” I tell her, pointing at her nose. She tries to wipe it off with the back of her hand but misses it by a hair.
”Is it gone?”
”It’s still there. Wait, let me–” I step close, and even though I’m the one who moved, my breath is stuck in my throat at the sudden closeness.
She tips her face upwards and looks at me, with her beautiful blue eyes brimming with trust. I cup her face with my hand, shuddering as our breaths mingle. Her face melts against my hand, ever so slightly, her breath hitching. My heart beats furiously against my ribs when I see her pulling her lip between her teeth, her eyes dancing over my face.
With my thumb, I gently wipe the speck of dirt away, but I don’t step back. I don”t let her go. Because I really don’t want to.
Instead, I place my hand on her hip, resting softly on the smooth fabric of her top as I search her face and find her tentative gaze holding mine.
She”s been driving me crazy. I”m a guy; of course, I noticed the way her cleavage popped when she leaned forward to press down on her clay. Of course, her tongue darting between her lips would put pictures of her doing other things with it into my head.
And, of course, the sound of her giggle makes me fantasize about a future together. Makes me wonder what it sounds like just after she’s woken up, what it would feel like if I got to wake up with her in my arms.
She is driving me crazy with desire–with the need to finally kiss her. All I can think about is how sweet those pouty lips must taste and how badly I want to find out.
Kayla”s taunting voice suddenly pops up in my head. ”Just kiss already.”
There”s never been a more perfect time.
Her breath falters when the distance between our lips lessens, her eyes widening for a fraction of a second. Before she releases a small sigh and answers my unspoken question by letting them fall closed, her fingertips digging into the fabric of my shirt.
It”s like the world around us comes to a standstill, silence falling like gentle snow, and there”s just me and her. And then I brush my lips against her unbelievably soft ones, and it”s like suddenly, fireworks go off in my belly and sparks ignite behind my eyes.
She melts into me, one of her hands slowly moving up my body as she stretches onto her tiptoes to bury them in the thick of my hair, while mine wanders from her hip to the small of her back, pulling her against me until not even air fits between us.
My tongue taps against her lips, and she opens them with a small, happy sigh. And god-fucking-damnit if she isn”t the sweetest thing I”ve ever tasted. I sigh and can”t help but cup her head with my other hand as well, holding her in place as though she might run away.
There is no fucking way I can let her go again. This is heaven. My own personal paradise. Her small body pressing against mine, her sweet scent in my nostrils and taste on my tongue, and the feeling of her soft skin and curly hair under my hands.
I only let her go when I have trouble getting air into my lungs. Even though I’ll gladly drown in her, I’d like to remain alive and let this moment replay in my head over and over again. I curl my hand around the nape of her neck and let myself drink her in.
She looks downright ravished. Her eyes are glossy with desire, her lips kiss-swollen, and her breath blowing against my throat in ragged intervals. I want to take a picture of her, and keep it in a damned locket right next to my heart. Just like this. Drunk with me.
”Wow,” she whispers, and I can”t help but chuckle lowly.
”Wow, indeed,” I answer just as softly. Absentmindedly, my thumb caresses her cheek, wanting to free her lip from her teeth. I might just grow addicted to this. To her taste on my tongue, and the feeling of her curls beneath my palm, her strands dancing around my fingers.
I want to do it again.
Luckily, so does she.
Raising herself onto her tiptoes, she brushes her lips against mine, instantly licking my lips to grant her entrance. Her fingers rake through my hair, making the most delicious shudder move down my spine as I wrap my arm tightly around her middle, the other around her back to bury my hand in her hair.
She pulls me with her until I take a step forward. Then another one. And another one, until her back hits the brick wall, my hand cushioning her impact.
The kiss ends, and she pulls just far enough away to fixate me with a short, heated glance, her tongue darting out of her mouth to lick over her lip, like she’s savoring my taste.
Fuck.
My brain short-circuits, and I lean down, wrapping my hands around her thighs to lift her up. Instinctively, she welcomes me between her legs, locking her ankles behind the small of my back and burying her hands in my hair, as I press her against the wall.
Fuck.
Her soft, breathy sounds have me rock hard already, my cock pressing right against where I want to bury myself in her, and she moans into my mouth when I shift to adjust my balance. It”s the tiniest sound, but dear God. I”ve never even come close to coming into my pants, but if there”s a woman who might make me, it”s her.
A low growl erupts from my throat, and I do it again.
Fuck. I swear, this woman is making me lose all shreds of control I thought I had.
Suddenly, a loud clang from inside Mary”s pottery store bursts the passionate bubble we suddenly found ourselves in. We look at each other with heated gazes, lips pressed together, until she sighs and ends the kiss, only to lay her forehead against mine, our ragged breaths mixing as we stare into each other”s eyes.
”How about you drive me home?” she whispers, her fingertips running over my scalp, making goose-bumps roll over my back in waves. ”And stay for a bit?”
”I think that”s a wonderful idea,” I whisper back. Then I can”t help but kiss her one more time, just a quick peck, before I lower her down until her feet are on the ground again. I already miss the weight of her legs around me, her taste, her touch. Millie’s hand claws into my arm when her knees don’t hold her weight, and I grin. I did that. Just from a kiss.
Pulling her arm around my back, I put mine around her shoulders until she’s steady on her feet again.
I want her to be this close to me forever. If I can be surrounded by the scent of her flowery shampoo for the rest of my life, I might be able to die a happy man.
When we reach the car, letting her go seems impossible. I’ve never sprinted into the driver’s seat this quickly. As soon as the engine is running, I slide my hand back on her thigh. It made her nervous and squirm on our way here, even though she did her best to hide it. But I want her squirming; I want her to be crazy for me.
When I turn into traffic, she pulls out her phone and quickly types out a message. When I shoot her a curious glance, she grins at me through a blush.
”Just telling Kayla to not fucking dare turn up at my apartment.”
The drive goes by like torture, the way her thigh kept twitching under my hand, the way she squirmed in her seat when I let my hand wander higher with each turn, all while not being able to watch her. And the memory of making out in that alley, replaying in my head, is a special kind of torment.
This time, she jumps out of the car before I can open her door, and she immediately reaches for my hand and pulls me behind her. With hasty steps, we reach the elevator in the parking garage.
Before I even realize it, she grabbed the fabric at the collar of my shirt and pulled me down to her face, capturing my lips with hers in a kiss that makes the elevator’s temperature go up by ten degrees. My dress shirt feels way too warm and suffocating, and I shrug it off, pushing it inside the waistband of my jeans.
She doesn”t ask for entrance into my mouth, she fucking takes it, and I grant it to her all too happily. As if I’d ever refuse.
I leave her in charge, just for a moment. But then I take it back. Pushing her tongue back, I ravage her mouth, pressing her against the cold elevator wall and blindly fumbling for the panel to push the right number. Fuck I hope nobody gets on.
Her fingertips bury into my back, and I pluck the fluffy hair tie out of her hair, aching to feel her soft curls under my hands as I bury them in her hair to keep her right where I want her, as I devour her lips with a hunger that shocks even me.
When the elevator announces that we”ve reached the right level, she loses no time taking my hand and hastily pulls me towards her apartment. Frantically, she rummages through her bag for her keys, facing away from me.
I can”t help but crowd against her, swiping her soft curls over her shoulder to reveal the delicate skin on her neck. I breathe her in, before placing my hands on her hips and giving her neck a playful nibble.
She shudders under my lips, and I snicker against her skin before shifting until my lips are only a breath away from her ear. ”Need any help?”
”No,” she insists, whimpering when I pull her earlobe between my lips. Finally, she pulls the key out of her bag, softly moaning as she attempts to open her apartment door, struggling to find the keyhole.
As soon as the door falls shut behind me, she pushes me until my back is snug against the wooden frame. Her warm hands slide under my shirt, exploring my skin while she kisses me dizzy.
But before I forget how to breathe, I draw back from our kiss, my hands on her hips wandering down to her thighs, and with one swift move, I turn us around and have her pinned against the door, pushing my thigh between her legs.
“Luca.” My name falls from her lips in a soft moan, and I drink it in. Greedily, capturing her lips once again.
Blindly, we stumble through her hallway, only stopping to kiss when she unceremoniously pulls off my shirt, our lips meeting again before she even has the chance to let it fall to the ground.
With every touch, every sigh falling from her lips, I ache for her, my whole body tingling with the need to bury myself inside her and finally make her mine.
I barely notice that we stumble through another doorway; all of my senses zoomed in on her until the back of my knees hit a mattress. Without hesitation, she breaks the kiss and pushes me on it, and the air punches out of my lungs as I land on her soft bed.
She remains standing at the end of the bed, her chest heaving with ragged breaths as she lets her heated gaze wander over my naked torso.
“Take your shirt off,” I demand, my voice quivering with lust. “I want to see you.”
Thank God for the motion-activated light in her hallway, because the warm light streaming in from the door is the only source illuminating her beautiful frame. Her eyes dart to my face, and she tugs her lip between her teeth, a soft smile lifting the corners of her mouth. Slowly, her fingers touch the hem of her shirt, and little by little, she lifts her shirt, revealing her skin agonizingly slow until she pulls the fabric over her head and throws it aside.
Her eyes are heavy with desire as she reaches behind her and lets her pretty bra I caught a glimpse of earlier fall down her arms.
“Like what you see?” Her sultry voice sends goosebumps down my arms and pumps my blood straight into my cock.
Whatever words I know are stuck in my throat. She looks like a goddess, her beautiful tits moving as she steps between my legs and climbs onto the mattress, her golden hair falling down her naked skin like a halo.
Heated blue eyes meet mine. My tongue darts out to wet my lips as my feverish gaze tries to imprint this moment into my mind.
Her hands reach out to open my belt, but before she manages to pull the buckle open, I regain the power over my body. Reaching up, I bury my hand in her soft locks, pulling her flush against me, before I turn the two of us around, her thighs snug around my hips.
“I fucking love what I see,” I say, and when her cheeks darken with a blush as my eyes take in every beautiful inch of her skin, I make short work of my pants. I hear something clatter when I throw them aside, but I can’t find it in me to give a fuck. “You’re beautiful, Millie.”
My shorts now also land somewhere in the room, and her eyes wander from my face down and further down until they widen when she sees my cock, hard and eager for her touch.
”Well, my clay didn”t hold a candle to that,” she grins, and I shake my head at her, a soft chuckle falling from my lips.
”You”re ridiculous,” I scold her playfully and step closer to the bed. While we’ve been talking, she’s been crawling up the mattress, but I can’t have that. She’s still too dressed.
”And you”re sexy,” she purrs and winks at me. I reach out, grab her waistband, right above the zipper of her jeans, lift her whole body off the bed, and pull her closer to the edge. She squeals when she’s suddenly in the air, giggling when I let her fall into the soft mattress again.
”You”re one to talk.” With one swift move, I open her pants and pull them down her legs, taking her panties right along. ”You”re fucking breathtaking.”
“Sweet talker,” she whispers and crosses her legs, embarrassedly hiding her face behind her hands. Fuck no.
“Let me look at you, Millie,” I demand gently, grabbing her ankles and gently pushing her legs back open, stepping between her thighs once there’s enough room. Fuck. She’s already wet, her sweet pussy glistening for me. “Don’t hide from me.”
She’s posed on the edge of the mattress, and I get on my knees in front of her. Even though everything inside me screams to bury my face in her dripping pussy, I take my time. Unhurriedly, I rub my stubble against her leg, and when she giggles, I make a mental note that she’s ticklish.
“How are you so fucking perfect?” I ask and slowly move up the inside of her thigh. Her giggle makes way for whines and urgent moans, her body squirming on the bed the closer I get. Her hands tangle in my hair, her fingertips gentle against my scalp, pushing my face towards her core with urgency.
As if I need an invitation.
My hands wrap around her thighs, and I put her legs over my shoulders. Then I reach for her hips, pulling her even closer to the edge, giving me all the space I need to make her soar
God, she smells like heaven. Sweet and like…her. My whole body trembles with the need to bury my face in her folds, lick her sweet cunt until she loses her voice, and fuck her until the both of us forget our own names.
“Luca,” she moans, and I shudder at the heat in her voice. “I need you.”
“I got you, Sunshine.”
Her grip on my hair tightens when I swipe my tongue from her hole to her clit, pulling it between my lips and circling the nub with my tongue. When her sweet moans and whimpers reach my ears, I just know this is what paradise must be like. It”s the sweetest melody, like honey caramel dripping down on ice cream, and she tastes just as addicting.
I release her clit and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, meeting her fiery eyes when I look up.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to taste you,” I say, holding her gaze until her eyes roll back as I begin to circle her nub with my thumb. Her moans increase in pitch as I lick my way further down her pussy. When I let my tongue circle her hole, her head falls back in a moan.
”Fuck,” she gasps, unconsciously pushing herself even further against my face. But hey, if I suffocate, what better place to die than between her legs? I grin against her pussy as I continue to tease her, driving her pleasure higher and higher.
When her moans become a subsequent melody, and I feel her thighs tense around my neck, I know she”s close.
And I want to see her.
So I draw back, but before she can complain, I replace it with the tip of my finger, dancing around her entrance before I push it into her wet hole. She sucks me in greedily, and I add another one, before I kiss my way up her body until I reach her lips.
“Open your eyes, Sunshine. I want you to look at me,” I demand as I drive my fingers inside her, crooking them until I find the spot that makes her back arch against my body and the sweetest moan fall from her lips. Blue eyes meet mine, and I hold her gaze as I feel her coil around my fingers.
”So fucking perfect,” I whisper against her lips, and I mean every word of it. Her cheeks are flush, her eyebrows creased in pleasure, and her tits bounce slightly with each finger thrust and each whine falling from her lips. I lean down and capture one of her pebbled nipples between my lips in a torturingly soft kiss, making her hands tense in my hair. One of them releases my strands only so she can dig her short nails into my shoulder as she shudders and moans, coming apart around my fingers.
”That’s it, Sunshine,” I mumble around her nipple. “You’re so beautiful when you cum for me.”
”Luc-ahh,” she moans, biting her lip as I keep thrusting my fingers inside her, pressing her sweet spot to extend her pleasure. When I kiss my way up her collarbone, lick a path up her throat, and capture her lips. She”s a panting mess, her hair plastered to her sweaty forehead and curls fanned along her white sheets like a crown of light, her eyes closed with a crease between her eyebrows.
”Please tell me you have a condom?” she asks in a frantic whisper, opening one of her eyes a fraction.
Her question hits me like a bucket of ice water, and I freeze. Then I curse under my breath.
”Fuck. No. I don”t.” She chuckles at the disappointment in my voice and blinks her second eye open as well. ”Not for lack of wanting,” I say and frame her face with my arms, covering her heated body with mine. “This just isn’t how I expected this evening to go like.” I lean down for a quick kiss. ”I”m more than happy about it, though.”
”I mean, I”m very creative,” she winks at me and reaches between us to palm my cock, beginning to stroke it lazily. A sigh falls from my lips, and my hips instinctively thrust into her hand.
”And I”m very eager to bury my face in your pussy again,” I mumble and kiss the corner of her smiling mouth.
”Looks like we have a fun evening ahead.” Her giggle is the cutest thing I”ve heard this evening. Well, that…and her moaning my name as she came.
”Wonderful.” I press another kiss on her lips, before I lick my way down her body. She shivers, accompanied by aroused sighs, when I draw a path on her collarbones, her nipples standing at attention when I palm her tits.
I draw one of them into my mouth and give it a playful flick with my tongue, making her squirm and a loud moan escape her. When I look up, she has both of her hands pressed against her mouth.
“Hands off,” I command her, grinning at the look she shoots me. “I want to hear it all.” Another flick with my tongue, and a softer moan falls from her lips. “Each bit of pleasure I give you.” My hands wander down her sides. “Let me hear you, Sunshine.”
”Luca,” she whines and tangles her hands in my hair, trying to push my head further down her body. I know I said I wanted to taste her pussy again. But that was before I knew about the little sounds that escape her when I play with her nipples. They go straight into my cock, making me want her all the more.
So, my hand will have to be enough for now. Tracing a light path down her body, the wetness that awaits me at her core almost blows me away.
Fuck.
She”s so wet for me. Why the fuck did I not bring a condom? Seriously, expectations one way or the other; that’s the dumbest thing I”ve done yet.
But there”s no use in dwelling on past mistakes when I might as well make my girl come again.