Chapter 6 Luca #2
She turns to face me, and I can see the determination in the set of her jaw. "No. Are you?"
"No."
She watches me approach, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. When I'm close enough to touch, I stop.
"Tell me what you want," I say softly. I want to reach out and touch her more than I want to draw my next fucking breath, but I want to know what she wants first.
"I want you to touch me,” she whispers. “Just… any way you want.”
She reaches up as she says it, and for a moment, I think she's going to take off her mask. But instead, her hand goes to my face, fingers tracing the edge of my jaw. Her chin trembles, ever so slightly. "Can I kiss you?" she whispers.
I can feel every line of my body tense, my cock twitching against my thigh, aching for relief. "Yes."
She rises on her toes, and her mouth meets mine, soft and almost hesitant, like she’s still nervous. Her hands press against my chest.
The world stops.
I've kissed a lot of women. I know what good chemistry feels like. But this feels like something else entirely.
Her mouth is soft and uncertain at first, like she's not quite sure. But then she makes a small sound, half gasp, half moan, and suddenly she's pressing closer, her hands fisting in my shirt and her body molding against mine.
I'm fucking lost.
I kiss her back with an intensity that takes me by surprise.
I reach for her waist, pulling her closer, and she responds by wrapping her arms around my neck.
I slide my hand up her back, between her shoulders, walking backward toward the bed as I devour her mouth.
I’ve never had a kiss like this. She’s kissing me like she’s desperate, like I’m every single thing she’s ever wanted, like she can’t bear the thought of this being over.
I can feel the hunger in it, and it drives me insane.
My hands slide down to her hips, and she gasps against my mouth. I can feel her trembling. I should slow down, be more gentle, maybe. I can feel my fingers digging into her hip, curling into the leather of her skirt. I want to rip it off, strip her down, and maybe I’m frightening her.
But she's not kissing me like she wants to be gentle. She's kissing me like she's drowning and I'm air. Like she can’t get enough of me.
I sink back onto the bed at the edge of it, pulling her astride my lap.
Her skirt pushes up her thighs, and I grip her hips as she breaks the kiss, looking down at me with eyes that have gone wide and dark beneath her mask.
We're both breathing hard, and I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips are swollen from kissing.
"Okay?" I ask, my voice rough.
"Yes." She reaches for me, leaning in again. She sounds breathless, almost like she can’t believe we’re doing this. I’ve never met a woman so hungry for me. It’s fucking intoxicating. "Don't stop."
I kiss her again, slower this time, trying to regain some control. But she's not having it. Her hands are everywhere—in my hair, on my shoulders, sliding down my chest. She explores, taking what she wants, and fuck, it's the hottest thing I've ever experienced.
I start to turn us both, to lay her back onto the bed, but suddenly she plants her hand against my chest. “Wait,” she gasps, and I stop instantly.
“Do you want to stop?” I ask, forcing the words out even though every part of my body is demanding that we keep going.
“No… I…” She pauses, her tongue running over her lower lip nervously. The sight sends what feels like a jolt of electricity rippling through my veins, my cock jerking against the front of my trousers desperately. “I want to try to touch you first.”
Before I can say anything, she’s slithering out of my lap, down onto her knees on the floor.
Somewhere in the back of my head, it occurs to me that I should give her a pillow to put under her knees, do something for her comfort.
But all I can do is stare at this gorgeous, nervous, masked woman who is suddenly kneeling between my legs, her hands sliding up the inside of my thighs toward where I’m aching for her to touch me.
She looks at me hesitantly, as if she’s waiting for me to tell her to stop, but there’s not a chance in hell.
I want her to touch me more than I want to fucking breathe.
My heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest as her fingers reach for my belt, the clink of the metal loud in the nearly silent room as she undoes it.
Every movement is slow, drawing it out, and that only makes it both better and worse somehow.
My cock feels like it’s going to fucking explode, and when the side of her hand grazes against it as she reaches for my zipper, I suck in a sharp breath.
But God, the slowness makes it feel so fucking incredible, too.
When I suck in that breath, she pulls her hand back, startled. “I… should I…”
“You should keep going. If you… want to.” My voice sounds strangled in my throat; I’ve never heard myself sound that way before. When she draws down my zipper, a low groan rumbles from my chest, even though she hasn’t actually touched my skin yet.
She looks up at me, her eyes wide beneath the mask. She looks so nervous. “Can you…” She draws in a slow breath. “Can you take it out for me?”
Something about the way she says it makes me throb, my cock twitching anxiously as I reach for it. There’s a smart quip in the back of my head somewhere about that, but I can’t find it. All I can do is wordlessly slip my fingers into the slit of my boxer briefs, freeing my aching cock.
Her eyes widen further the moment she sees it, thick and long, jutting up and slick with pre-cum. She swallows hard, and it jerks, another pearl of arousal sliding from the tip. As if she can’t stop herself, she leans forward the moment she sees it, her tongue darting out to lick it up.
“Fuck.” I groan aloud, hands gripping the side of the bed tightly at the brush of her warm tongue. I’m so hard, so worked up that the slightest touch feels excruciatingly pleasurable, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. “Fuck, Valentina, do that again.”
A small smile twitches at the edge of her lips, and she leans in, her tongue gliding up my shaft more firmly this time. She’s playing with me, I can tell, and I’m not sure if she’s trying to hide inexperience or if she just likes teasing me.
As long as she keeps her mouth on my cock, I couldn’t fucking care less.
She scoots a little closer on her knees, the movement somehow innocent despite the lewd things her tongue is doing as it gets closer to the tip. She slides it over the soft flesh beneath the tip, and when she teases the head of it, I fucking whimper.
I’ve never made a sound like that before. I’d be fucking embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good; every possibility of embarrassment is gone. All I can do is stare at this gorgeous masked woman teasing my cock with her tongue, circling the tip as she laps up more pre-cum.
“Fuck…” I groan as she swirls it around again, then slides her tongue downward as if she’s trying to map out every single vein. “God, Valentina, put your mouth around it. Please. You’re fucking killing me. Your hand… fuck, more, please.”
The words are as shocking as the sounds I’ve made.
I’ve never begged a woman for anything. Usually, I’m the one who enjoys hearing them beg, who gets off on making women plead for my cock.
Instead, I’m the one shaking at the edge of the bed now, feeling like I’m going to fucking dissolve if this woman doesn’t give me more than these teasing strokes soon.
I can’t see her eyes well, but I swear there’s a flicker of mischief replacing the nervousness as she leans in, her fingers circling the base of my cock.
She strokes upward, slowly, with not quite enough pressure, but the sensation of her hand on my cock mingled with her tongue still playing around the tip is enough to make my balls tighten dangerously.
Fuck. I realize that if she keeps going, I’m going to come in her mouth.
I want to be inside her when I do. And while there’s not a doubt in my mind I could get hard a second time, especially if I ate her out in between, there’s always a chance I could give her an orgasm, and she’d decide she’s done if we’ve both had our pleasure.
If I only get one with her, I want to be inside of her for it.
I reach out, stroking my fingers through the side of her hair, and I feel her tense.
Her eyes flick up to mine, and I bite back a groan as she toys with my cockhead with her tongue again.
“Get on the bed,” I murmur, low and almost pleading.
“Let me get you off and then fuck you. I’m going to come if you don’t stop, and I want to do it inside you—”
Her eyes go wide, but she nods. She starts to stand up, and I reach for her, helping her up and onto the bed.
I want to undress her slowly, but it’s hard.
The arousal raging through me wants to yank and tear, strip her roughly, but I force myself to slide my hands up her ribs slowly as I pull off her top.
By the time I have her skirt off, she’s squirming on the bed, her eyes gleaming up at me from behind the mask.
“Please,” she whispers, biting her lower lip as her legs part. “Please touch me.”
I reach to take off her lacy bra, and she shakes her head. “Not yet,” she whispers. “Just… touch me. Please.”
Fuck. When she asks like that, I can’t wait any longer, either.
I lean down, peppering quick kisses from her lips to her jaw and down her neck, sweeping my palms around her breasts as I do.
With them mounded in my hands and her breathing coming faster, I bend my head, lapping at one nipple through the lace, teasing it with my tongue until it’s a stiff peak.
My reward is a long moan that ends on a whimper, her legs spreading wider beneath me as she arches up.