Chapter 30
LUCA
“I thought you said you didn’t need recovery time,” Isla teases between gasps of air.
Sassy little brat…
As soon as her legs relax from the death grip they have around my head, I look up at her with a smirk. “Are you really gonna tell me that was not an enjoyable way to pass the short amount of time I needed?”
She slaps her hand over her eyes and giggles as I kiss my way up her body, eventually settling on my side next to her. I decided to remove my prosthesis when we made it to her bed, and any misgivings I had about it being awkward, or her being fazed by it, were quickly dismissed.
Isla has never once looked at me as anything less than a man. A whole, complete man. And that’s an addictive thing for a guy who’s fought demons in his head his entire life that have tried to convince him otherwise.
I draw circles across her warm skin with my fingers, watching her smile up at me. How the hell did I get this lucky? I’m about to open my mouth and ask that very cheesy question when Isla pushes me onto my back and props her elbows on my chest, her head resting in her hands.
“You’re spoiling me with orgasms,” she says with a satisfied-sounding sigh.
I stroke her hair back from where it’s falling into her face, loving how she tips her cheek into my palm. So trusting, so open. “It’s not spoiling when it’s what you deserve.”
Her eyes, which had been drifting shut at my caress, snap back open. “Good point. I think it’s time you get what you deserve, as well.”
I stare at her, transfixed, as she shimmies down my body, copying my earlier move of kissing her way across the planes of my stomach, down past the V of my hips, and then, as she tongues the tip of my cock, I groan, “Fuuuck.” She looks up at me with mischief and lust in her eyes.
“We’ll do that again, too,” she says conversationally, and I choke out a laugh as she takes my entire length into her hot, wet mouth.
My head falls back against the pillow as I lose myself to the heaven that is Isla. But when I lift my head again and see her hand snaked between her legs, I snap back to awareness.
“Stop.”
Isla freezes, turning wide eyes up at me. She slowly lifts her mouth from my dick. “What’s wrong?”
“That pussy is mine to touch.” I reach down and take her arm, pulling it up toward me so I can suck the taste of her off her fingers.
“Mine to taste.” Then, sitting up, I lift her up enough to drag her up my body, and guide her to turn around so her delicious ass is in my face.
I lean in and nip at her flesh before nudging her legs apart. “Mine.”
My tongue swipes up her slit. And even though I just finished eating this perfect pussy not even five minutes ago, I’m hungry for more.
I lick and suck like a starving man at a feast. Isla catches on immediately and returns to sucking my leaking dick.
The vibrations that come when she moans with a mouthful of me are fucking transcendent.
And dangerous for my ability to outlast her.
“Shit. I’m gonna come,” I grind out before biting the crease between her ass and thigh again.
I try counting to ten, I try recalling the code for GaitSync, I try anything I can to stave it off, but it’s impossible.
Especially when Isla doesn’t let up, sucking and licking and pumping up and down on my cock until I explode into her mouth with a roar.
I come so damn hard, I don’t even realize she’s climbed off me until I feel her settle back in against my side. The sound of protest I make has her laughing, but my bones feel like Jell-o, and I can’t bring myself to react.
“I wasn’t done with you,” I say, my voice thick.
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon.” Nails lightly rake up and down my chest, swirling around my nipples. “We have all night.” She kisses my jaw, then my mouth. I reach up and cup the back of her head, holding her to me, pouring my heart into the kiss.
All night. It won’t be enough. Already, I know that.
Isla moves to straddle me, plastering her body against mine. I push up slightly with my hips, rubbing my cock against her. I’m ready to go again, or at least I will be soon, especially with her writhing on top of me.
I move my hands to her hips and Isla lifts herself just enough to grab my cock and line it up with her entrance. Pushing up to her knees, she slowly lowers down onto me with a soft moan.
“Oh,” she sighs as she starts to move. She rocks her hips slowly, clearly focusing on her own pleasure this time, and I am entirely here for it. Her movements are languid, her eyes half closed as she smiles down at me. “Your cock feels so amazing.”
“Yeah? Good. I want you to use me, baby. Make yourself come on my cock. Can you do that for me?” I rumble, running my hands up and down her smooth thighs.
Her smile grows as she lets her head fall and continues rocking back and forth, leaning backward to rest her hands on my thighs. I bring one hand to where we’re joined, rolling my thumb over her clit, making her gasp.
“Yes, just like that.”
I keep it up, playing with her clit until she’s panting on top of me, leaning forward this time, her hands planted on my chest as she bounces up and down on my dick. My hand is getting crushed between us but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stop before she comes.
“Luca,” she whimpers. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh. Oh!” I feel her pussy squeeze around me and manage to tug my hand free so I can grip her hips tightly and somewhat take over, thrusting up and into her, using my leg to get as much leverage as possible.
My orgasm comes seconds after hers, and her pussy is still fluttering around my cock as I let go inside of her.
The feel of her boneless body collapsing onto my chest is quite possibly the best feeling in the world. All too soon, she climbs off me carefully, padding into the bathroom to clean up. I hear the toilet flush, and the sink run, and then she’s back, climbing onto the bed and curling up beside me.
“I don’t quite know how it’s possible, but that was even better than the first time,” she says in a satisfied, sleepy voice.
“The first time tonight or the first time ever,” I say with a tired chuckle as I tuck her in close. “Either way, I agree.”
“I never knew sex could feel like that. Like with you, I know I’m exactly where I belong.” She buries her face into my chest. “I’m sorry, that was so cheesy.”
Can she feel how my pulse just sped up? I shift enough so I can tip her chin up before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
“That wasn’t cheesy. It was perfect. And it’s the same way I feel when I’m with you.
” I kiss her again, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.
“It’s never been like this for me, either.
I don’t have to think about anything when I’m with you, I can just be.
I can just feel. And that’s a gift, Isla. One I treasure.”
Her shining eyes and small smile say everything. It’s the reassurance that I’m not alone in how I feel. In falling hard and fast and only want more. I start talking again before I lose my courage.
“I want you, Isla. I want this. I want to get to know Charlie more. I want to hold your hand and walk down the street and take you out for dinner. I’m all in. And it’s okay if you’re not ready for all of that yet, I’ll keep waiting. But I need you to know, I’m serious about us.”
She doesn’t answer right away, but when she does…
“I want all of that, too. I want you, Luca.”
Any tiredness I might have been feeling disappears at her quiet, confident statement. I stroke my fingers down her cheek, staring at her with pure wonder. This amazing woman wants me.
“Rose and thorn for being in a relationship with me.” I’m half joking when I say it, but underneath, I can still feel a shred of vulnerability. I need to know she really means it.
Isla just giggles, shaking her head slightly. “Everything you are, the way you make me feel, the way you are with Charlie, it’s all roses and no thorns.” She lifts herself up just enough to kiss me sweetly.
I drink her in. Then, there’s no more hesitation in me when I swiftly move over top of her and show her with my body just what hearing that makes me feel.
Sleep is overrated, anyway.