Chapter 26 #2
"Can you trust me a little more?" he murmurs in my ear.
I nod. "Yes."
He pulls back, but I still feel him, kneeling between my legs.
The cool thing against my leg disappears, and I hear the sound of a bottle opening.
My heart starts pounding faster and harder.
"Elena," he says, and his tone is commanding. "Say it again. Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Will you use the clicker if you need me to stop?"
"Yes," I promise.
"Good," he says.
There's a pause, and then I feel his fingers, slicked with cool, slippery lube, pressing against my ass.
I gasp, but his free hand wraps around my ankle, stroking the skin, reassuring me.
"Relax," he murmurs. "You love it. I promise."
"I've never—"
"I know, panini," he soothes, and there's such kindness in his tone, it shocks me. "Just a finger. Use the clicker if you want me to stop."
"Okay," I whisper.
He rubs his slick finger around my entrance, coaxing me, murmuring soft words to me.
I moan, the feeling so good, and then his finger slides inside, just a little, and I gasp, and his other hand slides through the wetness between my legs, rubbing me lightly.
"You're doing so well, Elena," he praises, and the words send a bolt of warmth and pride through my chest.
I've never had anyone say those things to me before, and the praise feels so good.
"Just a little more, that's it," he murmurs, and I moan.
"Good girl, so good, Elena."
And his finger slides deeper.
"Oh, God," I pant.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes."
"Do you want more?"
"Yes."
His finger slides out, and I feel empty, but then the cool, slippery lube is there again, and his finger slides back in.
"Fuck," I gasp, and he strokes my clit, and the combined sensation is incredible.
"Breathe," he orders, and his tone makes me obey.
On my exhale, he slides a second finger in, and the feeling is like nothing I've ever felt before.
"So tight," he groans. "I can't wait to fuck your sweet ass, Bella."
The words are dirty, and my whole body flushes.
"Luca," I pant, and his fingers stroke, and it feels like nothing I've ever experienced before.
I'm not even sure where the feelings are coming from; the pleasure is so intense, so all-consuming.
He pushes his fingers deeper, and then they crook, and he finds a spot inside me, and it's like a bolt of lightning hits me.
"Fuck," I gasp.
"Do you like that?"
"Oh, God," I moan.
He does it again, and again.
Just as I'm getting into it, he pulls his fingers out.
"No," I cry.
"Only for a second," he grunts.
His weight settles over me again, his cock pressing against the entrance to my pussy and I'm desperate for him to fill me, to make me come.
"Are you ready, Elena?"
I try to speak, but my words are garbled, so I settle for nodding.
And then he pushes his cock inside, his length filling me, stretching me, and the pleasure is so intense, so overwhelming.
"Elena, fuck," he groans. "You feel like heaven."
"Luca," I pant, and the sound of his name on my lips seems to drive him wild, because he pulls back, his cock sliding out, and then drives forward, slamming home.
"More," I beg.
"Yes," he grunts, and his hands wrap around my waist, lifting my ass off the bed.
The new angle makes him feel even deeper, and his cock is rubbing against the same spot his fingers were hitting before, and the feelings are indescribable.
Then his fingers are back, filling my tight hole, while he pounds my needy pussy with his big cock.
It's intense, overwhelming.
He thrusts and strokes, his pace increasing, and then his other hand finds my clit, and the world goes white.
I scream, the sound ripping from my throat, and I'm flying, my orgasm exploding through me, wave after wave of pleasure.
Luca doesn't stop, his thrusts and fingers keeping the orgasm rolling, and then he grunts, and his cock stiffens inside me, and I can feel him coming, his warmth filling me, prolonging the pleasure in a way I've never experienced before.
It feels impossible, never-ending, otherworldly.
I'm not sure if it's seconds, minutes, or hours later when the pleasure finally, finally recedes, wringing my limp body dry on the way out.
Luca's weight presses me into the mattress, his breath coming hard and fast, the only sound in the quiet room.
My hands are limp against the rope, the blindfold askew.
"Merda," he groans.
His hand slides up, and the blindfold falls away.
"Are you alright, Elena?" he asks, his voice rough.
"Yes," I murmur.
He shifts his weight, pulling out of me, and my eyes roll back in my head.
The ropes are gone a moment later, and Luca's gentle fingers are rubbing my sore wrists, checking for circulation.
"Luca," I whisper.
"Bella," he says, and rolls to his side, pulling me into his arms.
He presses his lips to mine, his kiss gentle, his lips soft.
"How are you feeling?"
"Amazing," I say, and my voice sounds dreamy, far away.
He strokes a hand over my hair, soothing.
"Rest, Elena," he says. "Then I'll take you in for a bath."
I want to respond. I want to say something, anything, but my brain is tired, and my tongue can't form words. Sleep is dragging me under.
Before I slip away, I have one thought.
I'm falling in love with him.
But that's crazy.
Isn't it?