Chapter 13 Dulcie #3
On the last few passes, he teases my clit before lapping at my entrance.
He gives me three fingers, filling me until my hands are claws in the sheets, and my body and my skin are covered in a sheen of sweat from the sweet torture.
He draws them away when I’m getting too close to falling over the edge of pleasure and gives me his mouth again.
His soaking wet fingers dance over my asshole, caressing me there.
I’ve never actually wanted to do backdoor stuff, but I can’t stop myself from arching into him and wishing he’d sink those fingers deep inside me.
Even if it felt weird, there’s no weird that’s the wrong weird with him.
“On your hands and knees, Dulcie,” he commands tightly, drawing me out of my filthy fantasy. “I’m going to explode real fucking soon, and I want you to watch me. Watch us. Watch us come together.”
I love his strained tone and how he appears so controlled, but really, he’s a mess too.
“Tell me what you’d like me to do. Do you want me to fuck you until you’re coming all over my cock and then fill you up until you’re overflowing, or do you want me to pull out and cover you in my come?”
Oh god.
That’s… holy shit. That’s quite a choice.
Also? I never thought Luca would be a dirty talker, and I am so damn here for it. He might phrase the question in scorching hot terms, but what he’s really asking me is where I’m at. He’s not wearing a condom, and we’ve never had a conversation about birth control.
“Inside, please,” I tell him, making sure to use my manners as I push up and get my hands under me. “But outside next time. Like ten minutes from now.”
“Mmm,” he purrs in agreement, his hand slipping between my legs to play with my clit. “Put your hand here, Dulcie.”
I touch myself, more teasingly, because I’m already so sensitive.
Then, Luca pushes inside, filling me again. I’ve never been so adventurous, but I move my hand, touching myself until I can feel how tightly I’m stretched around him. I keep going, bracketing my hand around the base of his cock as he thrusts into me.
“Fuck,” he pants. “Watch me. Watch us.”
I have no doubt he’s getting quite a show back there, but from where I am, it’s also mind-blowing.
I take my hand away and brace myself against the bed, watching everything he’s doing, watching me take him.
I’ve never done anything this blatantly sexual before.
I can’t see all of him behind me, but I can imagine what he looks like, all his muscles flexing and tensing, his skin glistening with sweat, his veins bulging in his arms, and his tendons straining in his shoulders, neck, and legs.
He’s no less glorious in my mind, like an old-time warrior.
I adjust my fingers, stroking my clit and circling it with just the barest pressure. But it’s more than enough. “Luca. Oh my god… I’m seriously going to come right now.”
“You seriously are?” he teases.
How the hell can he make me laugh and moan at the same time? There should be a law against twisting my body up this way.
“That’s right,” he coaxes, plain bossy this time, his voice lower and commanding.
“You can come. I want to see you coming apart with my cock inside you. Do you like to scream? If you don’t, make a special effort for me.
I’d like to hear you crying out my name when you tip over into all that pleasure. ”
Yes. Fucking. Sir. As you command.
He doesn’t have to change the pace. And it’s because he doesn’t that the pleasure sneaks up on me.
I arch back against him, shoving my hips into his and driving myself down on him.
He steadies me, filling me over and over and setting off a series of detonations that burst inside me, a wicked heat and wave after wave of sensation chasing it.
I cry out his name, or at least syllables that get close.
The only thing better than my own climax is the way his fingers sink harder into my hips and ass as he loses pace, loses control, and loses his head, chasing his own pleasure.
He curses out something I don’t hear since my head is in a full-on haze, and then I feel the heat of him burst deep inside me.
His cock kicks over and over, my walls clench around him in response, and we pant and shudder together.
When the pleasure starts to ebb, I realize how limp my arms are, and it takes all my energy to hold myself up.
I’m so lucky Luca wraps his arms around me. He pulls out and gently angles me into his arms, lowering us down to the bed. We still collapse the last part of the way, bouncing off the mattress together. My head lands just about perfectly on his shoulder, and I would laugh if I could catch my breath.
“Mmm,” I finally whisper against his sweaty shoulder. I turn my face and lick some of the wetness, the tang of the ocean bright and delicious on my tongue.
Another first for me.
For sure, this confirms the kink I was suspicious about earlier.
I have no idea what to label it. I’ll have to look up the exact word later. Then again, putting labels on something beautiful seems silly. It’s all Luca anyway. He’s my kink.
He’s my everything, especially when his arms tighten around me and his leg pushes between mine, holding me even closer. We aren’t two separate beings right now. We’re one soul, one spirit, one heart.
“I almost feel as though I should say thank you, but it also seems like a good thing to say if I want to get nut punched.”
“FYI, I think teabagging is a low blow,” I murmur.
“It’s the very definition of low.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Maybe mid-range.”
“You can thank me for taking your cock so well. I think that’s hot.”
I’ll never get tired of being able to make him gasp. “You did. Wonderfully.” Or how he recovers and makes me want to both giggle and climb on top of him again.
“I should thank you too, then. Not just for this, but for being the best man I’ve ever known and for choosing to share that with me. For your forgiveness, your hope, your time, your thoughts, your passion, and your heart.”
“Christ, Dulcie.” He presses his nose to my wet hair and breathes in deeply. “I have nothing to say to that except I’m honored you see it that way.”
Before things get too heavy for how blissed out I am, I try to lighten it up. “If you could be any pie, what pie would you be?”
“The one we created today. It’s near perfection. It’s going to be biblical come that pie festival in a few weeks. It’s a blue ribbon or nothing.”
“A blue ribbon or nothing,” I say with a sigh, reaching up to stroke the side of his face while nestling even tighter against him.
“If we get a blue ribbon, it will be for all of us. We’ll do it together.
You. Me. My family. It’s so crazy how life was maybe never supposed to end up with you being back here and baking pies again, but it did. ”
“What’s the term for something that should feel crazy, but doesn’t?” Luca asks.
“I think it’s called coming home,” I say softly in response.
“You know…” He tilts my face to his and kisses me so deliciously slowly that my toes go back to tingling. “I think you’re right.”