Chapter 13 Dulcie #2
All this time spent wanting him, every minute turning into an hour and every hour into a month, has left me with zero shyness. I’m not scared to ask for what I want and need. If I don’t, then I might implode for real, and I really don’t want to see what that looks like.
He notches two fingers at my entrance and pushes inside slowly while he sweeps his tongue back up to my clit.
Thank fucking apple blackberry pie, he doesn’t need an anatomy lesson.
He gently pushes back the hood over my clit and kisses me, using his tongue to stroke over it in little circles.
His fingers push inside, filling me so full that the pressure goes from zero to I’m going to come immediately.
I try to keep it from happening, but it’s like trying to save water in a strainer.
Pleasure pours through, dousing me, filling me, and lashing me like a storm.
I break apart, panting and crying out as my hips buck into Luca’s face and hand, riding out the peaks and falls of the white hot pleasure. He drags it out, thrusting easily with his fingers and sucking my clit with that same slow, blisteringly hot intensity.
The second I come down from that high, I want more.
The first climax only made me hungry for the more intense ones.
I drag Luca’s face away from my oversensitive clit and pull him up. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips as I urge him backwards into the water. My hands fly over his body, pumping soap from the container on the wall and lathering his chest, arms, and hips before reaching around to his ass.
As I run my hand over the rock-hard muscles there, the fact that he doesn’t freak out is a testament to how much he trusts me.
Maybe it’s because he’s older and more experienced, or maybe we just fit together that well, but he doesn’t close himself off or angle away.
He lets me explore him, learn him, and worship him with my frantic hands and mouth.
As I shampoo his hair, I kiss his chest and tease his nipples, rolling my teeth and tongue over them until they stiffen, and he groans.
I wash the suds out carefully and kiss his neck, shoulders, and biceps, then trail kisses over his abs.
At that point, before I can get down on my knees and take him into my mouth or spin him around and do the filthy things that are in my brain and making me half-crazed, Luca shuts off the shower and scoops me up, completely soaking wet.
Conditioner?
Towels?
What fucking towels?
He storms out of the bathroom and heads straight for the bed.
I have visions of us falling on it and him impaling me and fucking me into eternity, rough and fast and exactly the way I need it. It’s so vivid in my mind that my already rocking body gets jolts of pleasure that don’t feel like aftershocks.
Instead of getting me into the hottest version of vanilla known to mankind, Luca flips around.
He sits down on the bed, uses his strength to easily maneuver me into his lap, and gets us somewhere near the middle.
There’s something about this position, my legs angling over his, my feet on the bed behind him, and my arms twisted around his neck, every bit of us connected already, that is so deliciously sexy because it’s so intimate.
We’re facing each other.
Breathing each other’s air.
Looking into each other’s eyes.
It’s not creepy or weird or intimidating.
Luca fists his cock near the base, stroking his hand up and down his length. I memorized the shape of him last night, and I can’t wait to have him inside me. Literally. I’m soaked from the shower, but I’m also drenched, making a hot mess of his muscular thighs. He’s so freaking hard. Everywhere.
“Are you going to fuck me with that now?” I ask, watching him stroke his length.
He kisses me, then gives me that shy, lopsided smile that is so unlike anyone else’s. “If you want a ride, you’re welcome to get on anytime,” he rasps.
This is the first time we’re doing this, and Luca wants me on top. Me in charge. Me setting the pace and showing him what I like, how hard, and how much.
I cover his hand with mine and guide him to me. He groans, letting out a hiss right after when I notch him at my entrance. “You’re so wet. And not shower wet either,” he whispers hoarsely.
“If only you knew how many times I’d thought about this.
It should probably be illegal for my brain to be this smutty.
I’ve never been into anyone the way I’m into you.
You’re so… so… just all around incredible.
Everything you do is sexy because it’s so you.
Your clothes, the way you talk, the way you look, your style, your talent, your humor, and your kindness… I’m so fucking far gone for you, Luca.”
I brace my arm around his shoulder, grasping onto his back and digging the tips of my fingers into his skin. I don’t have long nails, but even if I did, I certainly wouldn’t score them into him. I can mark him with my teeth, my kisses, and the rest of my body.
As he studies me, his eyes are liquid soft, like deep moss and spring earth after a rain. “I don’t know what to say,” he breathes. “Or what words could possibly do it justice.”
“Just that.” I get my knees under me for leverage and hover over him.
“The weeks we have to spend apart before I move to New York are going to be hell. Fuck me every single day until then. Fuck me so hard that I’ll feel you for all those weeks.
Imprint yourself on me. Memorize me and let me learn every part of you. ”
He tips my face up as I guide him to my entrance again. “I fear that part may not be humanly possible.”
Fuck. This man. He’s funny. Always.
“We can give it an honest shot,” I say.
I’m so empty, aching for him. I take him slowly, sinking down bit by bit so we both feel every single sensation.
I have no idea how I fit so much of him in my mouth yesterday because he stretches me now.
With every movement I make, I take a little bit more.
I stay still for just a few seconds, letting him pulse inside me, my walls clenching around him in response.
The first move I make, the softest rock of my hips forward, makes us both shiver in tandem. I bring my other hand up and set it over his heart.
One day, I’ll hand him mine, and he’ll be all wrapped up inside it.
He’ll own every bit of me because I’ll let him.
All the things I should care about because the world cares so much about them?
It’s done. That’s over. Now, it’s just us, and we can create the life we want to have.
We choose. We decide. The terms are entirely ours to dictate.
This position is incredible. I’m close to Luca in every way, and I can take him so fucking deep inside me, but it’s a little bit hard for me to do this on my own.
I’m so glad when he takes my hips and helps me rock against him.
He’s strong, and he can lift both of us with every thrust. I trust him to lift me off and press back home.
I work with him, my hands on his flexing shoulders.
His body is a work of art, and I love the way his muscles work and flex. It’s living artistry.
It’s even hotter when Luca releases my hips and twists one of his hands into my wet hair and puts the other at the small of my back, pretty much pinning me in place as he ruthlessly and relentlessly fucks me.
I’m right there with him, my own body working just as hard, my muscles flexing.
I let him work me over his cock and work me over with his cock, and I love every single second.
I roll my hips so I can grind my clit against him.
I’m so close to another explosive climax.
So close.
And then Luca unwinds his hand from my hair, picks me up, and shifts me off of him.
I’m about to give him a major tongue lashing or start sobbing in disappointment as the pleasure that was so close drifts back off into the distance, but then he moves, hovering over me.
He guides me down to the bed with one hand on my upper back.
I’m half limp with pleasure even though I didn’t get all the way there.
I let him arrange me on the bed like a freaking rag doll.
My face presses into the sheets, and my hands follow.
He pushes my hips up from beneath. I used to do yoga every day.
I’ve fallen off it recently, but this is the puppy pose of my life.
His hands hook around my thighs, spreading them apart. The sheets smell like us. Luca knocks my legs apart with a soft slap to each thigh, and I mewl out my approval. I’ve never been spanked before. Never wanted to be. But Luca could blister my ass red right now, and I’d thank him.
I’m prepared for something of that nature, but not when he spits on me.
It’s not a lot, but it’s definitely wet and warm. He massages it into my already wet and swollen folds, and then his mouth is there, licking me from my asshole all the way to my clit. Licking up his own saliva, my wetness, and the taste of us.
I’m going to die. I’m going to come. I’m going to… shit, I don’t even know. When it happens, I still probably won’t have seen it coming.
This is so hot, so primal. And it’s exactly what I need.
Luca knows what I need. He licks me hard and then notches his cock at my entrance and thrusts home in one brutal stroke that shoves me forward a few inches, imprinting himself inside me.
I’m ready for another, but he keeps me guessing, pulling out and giving me his mouth. I’m so wet and he’s so eager that what he’s doing is loud. My face flushes hot with shyness and elation.
He tortures me like that, alternating between his mouth and his cock and fucking me so hard that his balls slap against my ass, but then easing the sting with his hot mouth.