Chapter 12
“What do I have to do to get you in my bedroom?” she muttered against Sarah’s cheek.
Her instincts told her to grab onto Luca’s shoulders and hang on.
Good thing her instincts rarely failed her anymore.
Luca had Sarah up, arms wrapped securely around her waist and hair falling between them as they turned to the back of the penthouse.
“You’re doing it right now.”
Luca chuckled in self-assuredness as they made their slow trek across the room.
Her hands cupped Sarah’s ass, a gesture that helped her relax.
Oh, they were doing this. Sarah would soon end up on her back on Luca’s bed, one body overpowering the other in that brutally animalistic way she hated to admit she loved.
No, no. Not loved. Yearned for. That was it.
She yearned for the wild way someone could fuck her.
Occasionally, she had obnoxious thoughts regarding how dumb this was.
If their mutual acquaintance ever found out about this, Sarah could be in big trouble.
Luca could be in trouble, although not as much as Sarah.
It was natural for those in power to fuck their subordinates.
That’s how it had gone for millions of years in every tribe around the world.
Sarah was complicit in it, whether or not her morals got in the way.
With Luca, her morals often flew out the door.
Could it be helped that they had so much chemistry? From the moment she saw her, Sarah was attracted to Luca. She feigned disinterest at first, but the need for her was there. It had continued to be there until Sarah’s need for her overcame that initial attraction.
Nobody could have anticipated that this night would happen. Who would have ever guessed Luca Blackbourne would haul Sarah into her room and fall with her on top of the bed?
They kissed as soon as they landed.
“What makes you think you can fuck me that easily?” Sarah teased.
Luca’s lips were merciless against her neck.
Sarah had half a mind to tell her to watch the hickies, but this?
Too good. When her voice rumbled against her flesh, Sarah quivered in terrible anticipation.
“The fact that we have yet to do it in a damn bed. You know you’re dying to find out what it’s like. ”
“Am I?”
Luca covered her mouth with her own, probably to shut Sarah up. The kiss that resulted was simply a cherry on their sexual sundae. “Yes, Sarah.”
Well, if she said so.
Sarah kissed her back, raising her head, moving her lips, touching her face with her small hands, and sharing the slight moans vibrating in her throat.
Luca’s hips sensually undulated between her thighs, awakening the sexuality always dormant within her.
A sexuality Sarah often reserved for a persona she adopted when the world was too hard to bear on her own.
That persona was the first side of her that Luca knew. Most would have pretended to never recognize Sarah later on, or at least try to lord it over her. Not Luca. It had only intrigued her more. Not once had she made Sarah feel like nothing more than the help she happened to fuck.
Unlike others.
Desperation drove Sarah to thrust, her body begging Luca’s to seal the deal that night. Fuck me. Make love to me. Have sex with me. I don’t care what you call it. She wanted Luca inside of her. She wanted Luca to share every inch of her body and what she kept inside. Share it with me. Please.
Rushing was not an option tonight. With all the time in the world to amuse themselves, Luca indulged in slowly undressing her.
She ran her tongue from the depths of Sarah’s navel to the bottoms of her breasts.
Lightly sucked her nipple while pulling her blouse over her head.
Unhooked her bra with one hand and pulled on her belt with the other.
Slowly unzipped her jeans so she could slip a hand down on top of her underwear and feel her arousal through warm lace and cotton.
It drove Sarah fucking mad. Every tease of her body was torture to her.
I know I said I don’t care if you make simple love, but…
I’m so not used to this. Most usually wanted it hard and fast. Hell, Luca was usually fine with hard and fast. The idea that someone would want to take their time with her was so foreign that Sarah didn’t know what to do with herself.
Five minutes in, and she hadn’t been penetrated yet. How did she process shit like this?
“Do you like it when I circle your clit or take it right on?”
Seriously? She was asking that instead of experimenting?
I would find the one considerate lover left on this planet.
Sarah didn’t want to think when she had sex.
She wanted to embroil herself in passionate play that left her thighs wet and shaking when it was over.
Regret, if it happened, could come later.
“Right on.”
She groaned in undeniable pleasure from the delectable way Luca touched her. The tightness of her jeans kept her close to her – little room for experimentation. That made it hotter. And her wetter.
“I’m going to fuck you however you want, Sarah.” Luca’s other hand went to her zipper and yanked it down as quickly as possible. “Tell me how you want it.”
“Hard. Intimate.” Of course, those were the first words out of her damn mouth. “Unless you still have a problem with that, ma’am.”
She better not. Sarah’s thirst was unquenchable.
The only way it could be satiated was with Luca giving all of her over, not a single bit of anxiety separating them.
You’re holding something back. Perhaps not some grand secret that would destroy what they were building.
But something that prevented Luca from baring her soul to Sarah.
Ah, there they were. Luca’s breasts coming out of her shirt and dangling toward Sarah’s abdomen.
Luca withdrew her hand from Sarah’s jeans and rubbed her wetness against the visible pink of her areolas coming out of her bra.
Fuck me, that’s so hot. She could do that for Luca, if she wanted.
Instead, she’d have to channel her throttling energy into tearing her shirt above her head and sighing at how damn good her warm chest felt against Sarah’s naked torso.
She was right. Sarah had been dying to feel her like this, too.
“No problem. God, if you don’t think I want to fuck you like this…”
“Do it.” Sarah pulled what hair she could find. “Don’t waste any more time, Lu. I’m not changing my mind!”
No one had ever ripped a woman’s jeans off her so quickly before. Nor had a woman kept her own pants on for so little time.
This was it. Not that Sarah could quite believe it.
Was she finally getting something she wanted from this woman?
And, really? It had only taken three previous encounters to get her naked and rutting with all of her strength?
At first, Sarah worried that Luca was nothing but a tease.
She was a finger into her, grunting in approval at how wet, warm, and soft she was against her skin.
That was probably it. Luca wouldn’t dare shove more into her without…
“Ah!” She was wrong. Gloriously wrong.
Sarah’s fingers tangled in Luca’s short hair, whose face burrowed into cleavage and stayed there as she focused on fingering her.
More, more. Every knuckle surprised Sarah, a woman who was not easily impressed when it came to how her lovers moved inside her.
Luca was not the most dexterous – or hell, even skilled – woman to have their way with her, but there was something else, something beyond mere hooking up that existed between them.
Was it her genuine like for Sarah? Her willingness to open up to someone, if even for a while?
Whatever made that spark explode between them, it was only exacerbated by Sarah’s intense cravings for Luca to fuck her as naturally as possible.
“Thought about asking if anyone’s ever told you that you feel really, really fucking good…” Her breathless voice caressed Sarah’s skin as lips made their way up to hers. “But I’ve decided I don’t give a shit what other people think of you. God help me, you’re amazing.”
“Stop flattering me and prove it.”
Take her away. Show her heaven. Whatever Luca did, she better make sure Sarah had no idea what was up and what was down by the time she was through with her tight cunt.
She wanted to die. Not because she was in pain, or because Luca disgusted her. She wanted to die because it had never felt like this before.
She had been with rich freaks before. People who knew how good they were in bed and out to prove themselves to anyone who would let them.
But they never made her feel like they were one, that they were meant to be doing this right here, right there.
Luca? She made Sarah feel like their bodies had been crafted exactly for what they were doing.
She was right there with her. Focused on her.
Intent on bringing her to orgasm with nothing but her fingers and the mouth that kissed hers.
Her tongue penetrated Sarah’s mouth in time to her fingers penetrating her depths.
Her skill was the same from before, but Sarah swore she had never been closer to any other.
And this was a woman who often partook in risky sex because she was convinced it made her stronger.
Maybe this was why Luca had been careful. She knew what she was capable of when completely unleashed. Sarah knew she could handle it, but could Luca?
Not from the way her tongue plunged into Sarah’s throat whenever her hips rose to take on Luca’s. Not from the way she held Sarah’s wrists above her head and leveraged herself against her thighs as fingers increased their speed, desperate to make Sarah climax already.