Chapter 17 Giuliana #4
He pulls back to look at me then, and the expression on his face—raw and vulnerable and almost anguished—makes my heart ache.
For a moment, everything crumbles. I see relief and guilt warring in his dark eyes, see him struggling with something massive that he can’t or won’t articulate.
But then, he bends down, running his tongue up the length of my slip before dipping inside of me. Holy shit.
A groan sounds from him as he murmurs against me, “I fucking love the taste of you. I could spend all day just eating you out.”
The words leave me dizzy and drunk as I reach down and feel his wet strands between my fingertips. His tongue slips deeper inside me, reaching a place that I never imagined anyone could go.
“Oh, god!” I shout, arching off the mattress.
Luca pauses, one brow crooking. “What’s my name?”
I blink as confusion washes over me, mingling with the lingering pleasure that was just there. “W-what?”
“I said… What’s. My. Name?”
“L-Luca!”
The smile that curves onto his lips should terrify me as his gaze focuses down between my spread legs.
Without another word, Luca lowers himself before consuming me entirely.
His lips kiss and suck and lave over every inch of my sex until there is nothing left to claim.
His tongue teases my sensitive entrance, eliciting desperate whimpers and noises from me.
Honestly? The more time that Luca spends between my thighs, I might actually die.
No man on this earth should be that good with his tongue. Or maybe they should, because then the population as a whole would be happier for it.
His palm presses down over my stomach while his other hand grips the underside of my thigh, holding me open even wider to consume.
His tongue continues to dip into me, drinking and licking as his actions grow sloppy—messy.
It feels possessive and needy, as if he is just drunk off this action as I am, and it does something to me.
It rewires a chemical reaction in my brain, making things frizzle.
The pooling mixture of mine and his saliva drips down the crease of my ass and onto the bed.
I should be embarrassed. I should be mortified. But I’m not as the pleasure begins to build and build. That intense tightness coils through me. It warms my toes as it trails up my legs and settles into my lower spine.
It’s right there.
So damn close that I can almost see it behind my lids and reach out and grab it.
With one last flick of his tongue, I come with a long moan, thighs clenched around his head as I continue to undulate against his face. The pleasure ripples like waves crashing against the shore, consuming me from the inside out as he brings me down to earth.
Fingers rubbing soothing strokes against my inner thigh, Luca arises from between my legs. I have enough sense to notice my arousal glistening on his swollen lips and chin. God…This man. Honestly.
“So good,” he says, his words low and dark. “So fucking good, Gigi.”
Before I can even think, he pounces on me and flips me over, placing me skillfully on top of him. Straddling his waist, I feel the thick head of his notch between my legs. I want him. I want him so bad as I undulate my body over his rigid length, covering him in my slick.
Luca grabs my hips, stilling me as he watches me with a heavy, hooded gaze. “Ride me,” he orders. “Sit on my cock and take me. Can you do that?”
Warmth blooms through my belly as I nod.
Reaching between us, I wrap my hand around his throbbing length.
I pump him with sure, confident strokes, coaxing him to get harder beneath me.
With every heaving breath he takes, I feel more and more daring.
My thumb brushes over his head, gathering the dripping arousal there before coating him in it.
Luca groans as he tosses his head back. “You’re killing me, Gigi. Need—fuck, need to be inside you.”
Heat coils as I rise on my knees, guiding him to my core.
With controlled precision, I lower myself down inch-by-glorious inch.
The stretch? Fucking perfect. It feels like he’s splitting me open, yet he’s the only one who can soothe the ache within.
It’s obscene as I work my way down until I bottom out. Jesus Christ…
A shared moan spills from us as my heat surrounds him, and he fills me completely.
This. This is perfection.
Luca’s fingers flex over my hips before sliding up to my waist. Watching me intensely, he slowly lifts me and lowers me. Once I have the hang of it, I begin undulating my hips over him, moving in a way I didn’t know I could.
“Fuck,” Luca groans as I continue to move. “Just like that. You’re…fuck, you’re doing so fucking good riding my cock.”
The room feels suffocating, a blend of steam from the shower and sex in the air.
My hips move faster, riding him with each roll as my abdominal muscles flex.
I relish in the tight feel of his hands surrounding my waist, coaxing me…
encouraging me. Determination fills me and I can’t get enough.
It’s almost as if I didn’t meet him, this would be the end of me.
The headboard snaps against the wall and the bedsprings squeak obscenely. If I wasn’t in such a heightened state, I would laugh at the noise, but I’m not wondering about it. Instead, I’m too focused on the delicious feel of his cock inside me and how my walls squeeze his length.
“Please,” I whimper. “I’m—please. I’m so close.”
“Say my name.” Luca’s voice is a sharp command, holding no room for argument. “Say my name, Giuliana. Say. It.”
Who am I to deny him?
Wetting my lips, I whisper his name, “Luca.”
Something within him snaps then as his hips piston up, meeting mine in the middle.
Sounds of skin against skin fill the room, bathed in our pleasure and the heady arousal.
No longer do I care that water droplets drip down my breasts, pooling on his stomach, or that my hair is plastered against my bare shoulders and down my back.
No, all I crave is this. Him. Everything. All of it.
Pleasure blooms in the pit of my stomach, yawning open. It stretches and stretches, leaving me gasping as I throw my head back and cry out his name as if it were the only word in my vocabulary. Luca…
Seconds later, he spills into me, and I swear to God I can almost feel him in my belly. It warms me from the inside out, sending ripples of pleasure through me as my orgasm crests and crests.
I collapse next to him on the bed, my cheek pressing into the pillow. Luca groans softly as he pulls out of me and he turns to wrap an arm around my waist, drawing me closer. He buries his face against my neck and holds me so softly, so tenderly it makes tears spring into my eyes.
This is real. Whatever else is happening, what’s between us is real.
I feel it in the way he holds me afterward, his heartbeat gradually slowing against mine. In the way his fingers trace idle patterns on my hip, gentle and caring. In the way he whispers my name.
“Gigi,” he murmurs against my hair. “I—”
He stops, and I feel tension coil through his body again.
“What?” I ask quietly, shifting so I can see his profile. I’m not sure I want to hear the answer.
“Nothing.” The lie is obvious from the lines tightening around his eyes. “Just—thank you. For today. For giving me this.”
That’s not what he was going to say. I know that with absolute certainty, but I don’t push because I don’t want to ruin this moment.
So instead, I just hold him tighter and try not to think about tomorrow when real life hits me again.
Try not to wonder what happens now that I’m officially Mrs. Marchetti.
But as I lie there in Luca’s arms, watching the city lights twinkle through floor-to-ceiling windows, one thought keeps circling through my mind:
I’m falling for him. Despite everything, I’m falling for Luca Marchetti.
And I’m terrified of what that means.
For both of us.