Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty One
Luca
I stand by the window and try not to watch the bathroom door. The house has gone quiet; footsteps and voices faded. The doctor who’s been loyal to my family for over fifty years left an hour ago.
He was calm, careful with his words, and left me with a short list and a look I’ve been seeing on Dr. Alfonsi’s face since I was a child. Everything checks out. Heartbeat strong. No bleeding. Hydrate. Rest.
Behind the door, I hear water move and then still. I hesitate. She might want to be alone. She might want me. I knock once.
“Come in,” she says.
Scented steam hits me in the face. The room is bigger than most bedrooms, but she makes it look bigger by sitting there in the tub, shoulders rounded, knees up, fingers tracing circles through the bubbles. She looks up and tries to put on a brave face. It doesn’t reach her eyes.
I go to the edge and crouch so we’re close. “How are you?” I ask quietly.
“Clean,” she says, a little wry. Then she sighs. “Tired.”
I nod. She looks so small sitting in the big tub, surrounded by mountains of bubbles, courtesy of Caterina, who arrived while the doctor was checking Elena out and wanted to be helpful by drawing a luxurious bath. Her sad face tugs at my heartstrings.
“Do you want company?” I ask.
She doesn’t speak. Just lifts one shoulder then nods.
I stand and undress, folding my shirt, my pants neatly, setting my watch on top. When I step in, the water rises. I settle behind her and draw her back to me. Her spine fits against my chest; her head finds my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and let my hands rest low over her belly.
She exhales, a slow breath, and covers my forearms with her palms.
“Okay?” I murmur.
She nods.
I breathe in her hair. Soap and the faintest trace of her shampoo.
We sit without talking. The bubbles drift against the porcelain and break.
Not knowing what to say, I say the first stupid thing that comes to mind. “Tell me if the water’s getting cold.”
I roll my eyes at myself.
“It’s perfect.” Another small sigh. “Stay.”
“I’m here.” I press my cheek to her wet hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”
We sit like that. No rush. The only sound is our steady breathing and the soft sound of the water swishing.
“I was scared,” she says quietly.
“Me too,” I answer.
She nods, just once, and leans more of her weight into me. I hold it. I hold her.
“What happens tomorrow?” she asks.
“We’ll worry about that tomorrow,” I murmur and press a kiss to her wet hair, then another to her temple when she shifts.
She tilts her face up a little, and I press another kiss to her cheek. Her lips.
She kisses me back. Once. Twice. Her lips part. I slip my tongue into her mouth. A gentle tease, a taste.
The third time, her mouth opens and takes me in. I lick the flavor from her tongue and feel my body heat. She kisses me deeper. Slower. Like she has all the time in the world. Like we do. I let her lead.
Her fingers curl around my biceps, and she shifts to turn. Water rushes over the sides, and bubbles pop. She gets her knees under her and settles astride me. My cock is thickening, and she slides over it, coating me in slippery soap. I hiss, and she pulls away.
Her face is flushed. She bites her lip.
I shake my head and slide my hands down her sides. To her thighs, which are spread over me, and the hot, wet center of her.
A tremor goes through her, and her eyes drop closed.
My fingertips skim her inner thighs, and she parts her knees wider. I drag one finger up, finding her hard little clit.
She shivers and rocks against me.
I circle her gently, and her breath catches.
When I dip inside her, she moans.
I thrust two fingers into her tight channel, and she makes a little gasping sound. My thumb finds her clit. I rub and she starts to rock against my hand.
Her hands find my shoulders, and she holds on as I work her. Her eyes are still closed; her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She looks so fucking pretty, all pink and slick.
She feels perfect, riding my fingers. So perfect, and the memory of her tight cunt squeezing me makes my dick throb.
Her movements quicken.
I watch her. She looks lost, and I know she needs this.
So I don't stop. Not when her head falls back and her hips start to jerk. Not when her pussy starts to spasm around my fingers, and her cries echo off the tile.
She rides it out, grinding against my hand, and it isn't until her body stills that I pull my hand free.
Her face is flushed. She sags toward me, and I catch her.
She presses her face to my neck.
I stroke her hair, her back, her side.
After a few moments, she stirs. Her lips brush my neck, then she lifts her head. Her eyes meet mine. She's still straddling me. My cock is a thick bar between us; her heat hovering inches above.
I let my hands slide down to her waist, and when I start to lift her, she puts her hands on my shoulders, and she doesn't fight. Just lets me guide her until the thick crown of my cock is brushing her.
She looks me in the eye and lowers herself.
I grit my teeth.
Fuck, she's so tight. So hot. She takes me inch by inch. I can feel the way her body has to stretch, the way she has to relax to take me. I hold still, letting her get used to the intrusion.
"You're big," she says.
I huff a laugh that ends on a groan.
Her brow wrinkles, and she rocks her hips, just a little, taking a little more of me.
My fingers flex on her hips.
She moves again, and it's like every inch is heaven.
"Fuck," I mutter.
She makes a noise. Not a moan. Not a sigh. A sound I've never heard her make before. It's half frustration, half pleasure. She sinks lower.
I can't think. Can't do anything but watch. Feel.
"Fuck," she breathes.
I grunt.
She drops lower.
The water sloshes around us.
We're both panting. Both sweating.
"So good," she says, her voice a little hoarse.
I grunt again.
She sinks, and her ass meets my thighs.
I groan. She's all the way on. All the way fucking down.
"Fuck." Her voice is thready, almost a whimper.
"Are you okay?"
She nods.
"Does it hurt?"
She shakes her head.
"Does it feel good?" I whisper in her ear.
Her mouth opens. Closes.
"Good," she breathes.
"Fuck me, Elena," I order quietly.
She swallows, and her muscles clench.
"Fuck me," I say again, more demanding.
She starts to move. Slowly.
Water splashes around us, over the sides.
I try to be still. I'm barely hanging on.
She rocks and then lifts and sinks.
It's too much.
She moves again, and this time she gasps.
That's it. That's the moment.
I hold her still, lift her, and drop her back down on my dick.
"Yes," she gasps.
"Is that what you want?" I ask.
"More," she whispers.
I give it to her. Lift her and drop her.
She pants. Her tits bounce enticingly, so I dip my head and take her nipple between my lips.
She gasps, and her hips start to move faster.
I suck.
Her hands slide into my hair and hold me against her.
I bite her nipple and then suck, soothing the sting.
"Yes," she pants.
I thrust up into her and fuck her hard.
"Yes," she breathes.
She likes it rough, but I still want to be gentle after everything she went through today.
So I hold her still, and I fuck up into her in slow, deep thrusts.
She groans.
"Elena."
"I'm going to come," she whimpers.
"Come," I say.
"Oh."
"Fuck me."
"Oh, God."
"Fuck me hard, Elena."
She groans and starts moving.
"Yes."
She rides me. Rides my cock like she needs it. Like it's the best thing she's ever had.
I'm not going to last. I can feel my balls pulling up, and she's so tight, her cunt is squeezing me like a fist.
"God, fuck. Elena."
She keeps moving, faster, her hips slamming into mine.
"Come," I demand.
She does. She cries out, her body stiffening.
I let myself go. My cock pulses, and my hips jerk, and then I'm emptying myself into her.
Her arms circle my neck, and she holds on.
"Luca." Her voice is ragged.
"Shhhh."
She's breathing hard.
I'm not much better.
"Okay?" I whisper breathlessly.
She nods, but her eyes are closed.
I rub her back and her hair.
She stays where she is.
When the water starts to cool, I shift her. She groans a little as I lift her, but her legs stay locked around me.
"Elena, we should get out."
She makes a small sound and doesn't move.
"We need to shower. Get clean."
She shakes her head.
"Bella." I chuckle.
"No." She nuzzles my neck.
"You're going to be cold."
"No," she says again, and her mouth finds my neck.
I groan as her tongue teases my skin.
She hums and nips me.
My cock, still buried in her, starts to fill.
"You're going to freeze."
"Mmmm," she murmurs, and sucks on my neck.
I grunt.
She kisses up and nibbles my earlobe.
"Fuck," I groan.
"Please," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear.
I can't help it.
I grab her hips and thrust up.