Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Luca
It doesn't seem possible that she could look even more beautiful than before, but here we are.
Her hair is down, spread around her face and over her shoulders. I can't see much of anything else in the dim light, but it's enough. More than enough.
"Luca." Her voice is breathy.
In the dim light, I cross the room.
I hear her soft breath catch.
The mattress shifts when I sit. My hand rests on her ankle, a light touch over the sheet. I wait, giving her time. Giving her a chance to stop me.
She doesn’t.
My hand slides higher, under the sheet, over her calf. My fingers trace the line of the silk, slipping under the hem. She’s not wearing anything else.
She holds perfectly still, watching. Waiting.
I stop at the top of her thigh.
Her eyes close, a slow blink. When they open again, she looks at me.
I don't move.
Neither does she.
Slowly, she lifts a corner of the sheet.
Inviting.
My hand slides higher, under the covers and between her legs.
Her body is warm. The silk is cool and slick.
I watch her face as my fingers brush over the fabric, tracing a line between her legs.
A little shiver rolls through her, a tiny tremor that makes me hold still.
She doesn’t push me away, doesn't move, doesn’t speak. She watches.
I trace her seam.
She chokes out a breathy moan.
I cup her.
She breathes in, a soft, stuttered breath.
I rub gently, and she arches, just a little, a small shift of her hips.
Her hands are curled against her chest, clutching the sheet. Her knuckles are white.
She is everything.
I glide my hand across her silky skin, over her hips, playing my fingers over her belly. She shivers, and goosebumps bloom over her skin. I slide the silk up, over her stomach, and higher, until it bunches beneath her arms.
The room is still.
The only sound is her breath.
She's bare beneath the silk. Her breasts rise and fall with every quick breath. Her nipples are hard.
My mouth waters.
I want to taste her.
But not yet.
Not now.
My fingers trace the delicate skin of her breasts, and her breath catches.
I pause.
Her eyes are fixed on me.
I cup her.
She bites her lip.
I roll her nipple, gently.
A soft moan slips out.
Her hips arch, just a little.
"Luca," she whispers.
My name sounds like a prayer.
"What do you want, Elena?" I say. "Anything."
"Kiss me."
I lean closer, and her hands come up to touch my face. She guides me to her lips.
I'm gentle at first. A light press. She breathes out a soft sigh and pulls me in.
My tongue brushes her lips, and she opens for me.
I want to consume her.
She's everything.
It's been so long. Too long.
My hands are in her hair, my mouth on hers.
I taste her.
God, she tastes so good.
So sweet.
I groan.
My cock is throbbing.
I need her.
She arches again, pushing into me, and her breasts press against my chest.
I could devour her.
"You're beautiful," I say against her mouth.
Her hands are in my hair. Her nails drag against my scalp, sending a shudder down my spine.
She wants me.
I break the kiss and look down at her.
She's breathing hard, her lips swollen, her eyes wide.
In the dim light of the room, Elena's eyes plead with mine.
My hands move without thinking. I slide them down her body, cupping her, teasing her nipples. She moans.
God, the sound of it.
I could hear it every day for the rest of my life, and it wouldn't be enough.
I bend and press my lips to her neck.
She gasps.
She tastes like honey, smells like vanilla.
I lay her back against the pillows and kiss her breasts.
Her back arches, and her hands grip my shoulders.
I take her nipple into my mouth and suck.
"Yes," she says, her voice breathless.
I tease her with my tongue.
Her fingers dig into my skin.
My hands glide over her ribs, her hips, her thighs. Her skin is like velvet.
My heart hammers.
I can't think.
I can't stop.
I don't want to.
My hands part her thighs.
"Luca." She has a hand pressed to my shoulder, pushing or pulling. I'm not sure.
"Let me, Elena." It's a command.
One that she obeys.
She nods and relaxes back.
I slide down her body and settle between her legs.
Her skin is flushed.
My mouth waters.
I breathe her in, and her head falls back.
I trace a finger along her slit, and her hips arch.
"Please," she says.
I bend and press my mouth to her, licking her gently.
Her hips arch, pressing her eager pussy into my face.
I slide my hands beneath her ass and hold her steady.
She whimpers, and the sound drives me wild.
I want her.
I lick her, again and again, then slide my tongue deep into her.
"Luca," she gasps, her hands gripping my hair.
I taste her, tease her, drink her in.
Her breathing is ragged.
She's so close.
So am I.
I can't stop.
My cock is throbbing, begging for her touch.
She whimpers and her hips buck.
Her back arches.
I take her clit between my lips and suck.
"Oh, God," she cries.
I slide two fingers into her and fuck her, hard.
"Yes," she groans.
Her body tenses.
She's there.
Almost.
I press her thighs wider and curl my fingers inside her, stroking her, driving her wild.
"Oh," she gasps.
I lick her, long and deep, then tease her clit, and she breaks.
I don't stop for a second, keeping up the steady pressure as as her hips buck and her thighs shake.
"Oh, Luca," she cries.
My name has never sounded so good.
I keep licking, stroking, coaxing her.
Her hands grip my hair.
Her body trembles. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, pulsing rhythmically as I drive her up, up.
For a brief moment, her body goes still, tight as a bow.
Then she trembles and the dam breaks.
She screams.
It's the most beautiful music I've ever heard.
She bucks and writhes, and her body convulses.
I lick her, slow and steady, dragging her orgasm out as long as I can.
"Fuck," she moans.
The sound echoes in the room.
I can't help the smile that spreads across my face.
Slowly, she relaxes back against the bed. Her chest heaves.
I give her a final gentle kiss, and her hips buck as she gasps.
Too sensitive.
I've done my job.
"Elena," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her thigh.
She lets out a satisfied moan.
My smile widens.
It was good.
But we're not done.
Not by a long shot.
Elena is spread before me, her legs splayed obscenely, her breasts heaving. Her hair is spread across the pillows.
A beautiful goddess, and I can't resist the sight of her.
My cock is still throbbing, painfully hard.
I need her. I need to bury myself inside her tight pussy.
I slide up her body and take her mouth with mine.
She sighs and pulls me up until my body is stretched over hers.
I'm still fully dressed, and she's nearly naked, vulnerable.
Elena must realize it too because she start unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it off my shoulders.
I can't stand it.
I can't wait any longer.
Once my shirt is off, she gets to work on my belt. I sit back to give her room to work, kneeling between her legs. She looks up at me, her eyes dark with desire.
She pushes my pants and boxers down.
My cock springs free.
She bites her lip and lets out a moan.
The smug smile is halfway across my face when she wraps her hand around me.
"Fuck." I hiss the word, my hips thrusting involuntarily.
She smiles.
And then her tongue is on me, licking me, tasting me.
My vision goes dark for a second.
"Jesus," I groan.
I'm already on edge.
Elena takes the tip of me into her mouth, and my brain goes blank.
"Yes," I gasp.
She wraps her fingers around the base and takes me deeper, her lips sliding over my cock.
"Oh, God," I groan.
I'm barely hanging on.
But I want her.
Need her.
Now.
"Stop."
I'm surprised to hear the word leave my lips.
She doesn't.
"Elena."
My voice is harsh.
I grab her hair and twist it gently, pulling her a little forcefully in my desperation not to come yet.
Her eyes jump to mine in surprise as my cock slides out of her with a little pop.
"Luca!" she gasps, eyes wide.
I shove her back, so she's splayed across the pillows again.
I'm not in control. Not even a little bit.
She reaches up, but I grab her hands and pin them above her head.
Her breath is coming in little gasps.
I need her. Now.
But first...
Someone needs to learn a little lesson in obedience.
I grab hold of the nightgown still hiked around her chest in my fists and pull. The delicate material comes apart with a loud tear echoing in the dimly lit room.
The silky material gives way, leaving her breasts exposed, her nipples hard.
She gasps.
Elena's eyes flash with something I've never seen in her before.
Is she scared? Excited?
"Luca," she cries, her voice a little desperate.
I can't take it anymore.
"Be still," I growl, ripping the rest of the gown away.