10. Luca #2
“Oh, and it might be your ass I’m kicking,” she shoots back. “I could come after guys like you, people who are involved in the criminal shit that this city needs to get rid of…”
I know this is dangerous territory we’re skirting into, but there’s something about the smile on her face right now that makes it impossible for me to care.
“Oh, yeah?” I push her. “And what exactly might that look like?”
“You don’t want to know how far I’m willing to go,” she continues, her eyes flashing with mischief.
She’s enjoying this, I can tell—enjoying the way it makes her feel to flirt with me right now, even though she knows who I am.
It’s not like the first night when we were together, when neither of us had a clue who the other was—no, she is damn clear on who I am, and she wants me anyway.
Or maybe even because of it.
I reach over and pull her into my lap, and her legs slip to either side of me so she’s straddling me. She’s just wearing a nightdress, and it hikes up a few inches on either side as she moves. I groan and rub my hands along her legs appreciatively, enjoying the way they feel beneath my touch.
“Fuck,” she gasps as she leans down to kiss me.
Our lips just brush together at first, but soon we sink into a deeper kiss, our tongues moving against each other with the helpless hunger that can only be driven by something as dangerous as what we have.
My hands move further beneath her skirt, pushing it up to expose her completely.
I know I won’t be able to settle for anything less than all of her, just like I did before—I have to have her, in every way possible.
I pull the nightdress up and over her head.
For the first time, she is nearly completely naked in front of me.
Her body is perfection—the soft curve of her waist, the spread of her thighs, the light marks on her stomach that remind me of her recent pregnancy.
She looks like something people would have worshipped in centuries past, a creature so unreal she is almost a goddess.
I pull her down to kiss her once more, and she slips her hand under my shirt, her fingertips raking against my skin as she feels me there beneath her. My cock is stirring to hardness at her touch, and I know I need to be inside of her.
I slip my hand between her legs and pull her panties aside, massaging just the outsides of her folds for a moment before I dip in to feel her wetness properly. She groans against my lips, and I grin, biting down on her bottom lip for a moment as I push my fingers inside of her.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already,” I murmur to her, keeping my voice low. She lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a whimper and a whine, and I know she needs this just as much as I do.
I unzip my pants and pull my cock into my hand, stroking myself a couple of times—she gazes down at me, her legs parted, her belly rising and falling swiftly, as she waits for me to guide myself against her.
And then, at last—I do. I press myself against her slit, her panties pulled to the side to make space for me, and pull her down on top of me in one swift motion.
She buries her face into my shoulder to stem the groan of pleasure that courses through her as I fill her with my cock once more.
The sensation of her wrapped around me like this— it’s almost more than I can take.
I feel like I could finish right here and now, just with her on top of me.
I’m not sure if it’s the intensity of this night as a whole or just the sheer passion of our physical chemistry, but I don’t really care.
I pull back from her and begin to grind up and into her—not thrusting, but moving my cock inside of her so I can feel every inch of her from the inside out.
I can’t take my eyes off of her face, the way she reacts to me, as though she can barely believe it’s possible for something to feel this good—and I’m right there with her.
She presses her hands into my chest after a few moments, and starts to move down to meet me, matching my motions with every thrust. Her breathing starts to catch at the back of her throat a little, and I can tell that she is seriously getting off on this.
I love the way she looks when she moves on top of me, her brow slightly furrowed, her lips parted as she pants for breath.
I want nothing more than to commit this sight to memory so I can never forget how damn good she looks for me right now.
I tighten my grip on her hips and start to drive myself into her with a little more force, our bodies coming together over and over again. She moves her hands to the back of the couch and uses the newfound leverage to push back onto me, and soon I feel my orgasm brewing inside of me.
I lean down to draw one of her nipples into my mouth, letting my lips graze along her delicious bud for a moment, and she lets out a low moan.
All at once, I feel it, the moment she reaches her release—her body bucking down against mine, her system shuddering with a helpless pleasure as she lets it course through her.
I lift my head to kiss her and she kisses me back with a frantic passion, knowing that she can’t get enough of me.
And it’s that which pushes me into my own release—I drive myself deep inside of her one last time and hold myself there, feeling the pleasure as it rushes from my cock to every nerve ending in my body.
It takes every bit of restraint I have in me to keep my voice down, but I mutter a rush of curse words as I finish inside of her, her body pinned to mine, her breath still rushing out of her lungs and into mine.
By the time we both come back down to earth, we’re breathing hard, and neither of us are willing to let this moment go, not quite yet.
I look up at her for a moment, pushing my hands through her hair so I can stare into her eyes.
Her cheeks are flushed, and there’s a slight smile on her face.
She makes no move to get off of me, as though she’s still enjoying the sensation more than she would care to admit.
“So,” she remarks, as she brushes her nose against mine. “What do you think of my tactics? Believe me now?”
I chuckle. I can hardly remember the conversation we were having before this happened. Hell, I can hardly remember why I came here in the first place.
“I don’t know,” I reply, as I pull her in for another kiss. “I think I could stand to be convinced a little more…”