Chapter 25 #2
I nod because I don't trust my voice, and Luca kisses me again, softer this time, while the bands presses cool against my cheek. Then he carefully begins to adjust the pillows.
"Move over," he says quietly. "I’m not sitting in that chair anymore tonight."
"The nurses will have a stroke, Luca. There’s barely enough room for my ego in this bed, let alone both of us."
He doesn’t argue. He just maneuvers himself onto the narrow mattress, mindful of the wires and the IV line in my arm.
When he finally settles against my side, his body fits into the curve of mine like he’s been waiting to do it for days.
I let out a breath, my hand finding his automatically.
The bands are cool against my fingers for a second before it warms between us.
For a while, we just lie there. His head rests on my shoulder, and I can feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing. The double band keeps catching on my skin every time our hands shift, his scent sweetening a little.
Luca lifts his head after a minute and looks at me. His eyes are still wet at the edges, but there’s something else in them now, a hunger that’s only intensified.
He leans in and kisses me. It’s slow at first, careful, but there’s no hesitation in it. When he pulls back, his hand stays on my chest, right over my heart.
“I need to feel you,” he whispers. “I need to know you’re still here.”
I swallow. “Luca… I’m not exactly in peak condition right now.”
“I know.” His voice is soft but steady. “That’s why I’m doing this.”
He shifts down the bed carefully, pushing the hospital gown up as he goes. His hands are warm and sure as they wrap around my cock. He strokes me slowly, watching my face the whole time. When I start to reach for him, he gently presses my hand back down.
“Let me,” he says. “Please.”
I let my hand fall back to the sheets. He takes me into his mouth, and the wet heat of it makes my head tip back against the pillow.
He’s careful with the angle, mindful of the wires, but there’s nothing tentative about the way he moves.
He takes his time, wet pulls of his mouth keeping me present, his tongue dragging along the underside of my cock before he sinks back down.
Every few strokes he pulls off just enough to breathe, his lips shiny and red, before taking me in again.
When he finally pulls off, he strips out of his pants and climbs back over me.
He straddles my hips, one hand braced on the headboard as he reaches down between us.
He’s already slick. I can see it glistening on his fingers and the inside of his thighs when he wraps them around my cock to line me up.
The first press of him against the head of my cock makes both of us go still.
Then Luca sinks down slowly. He’s so wet that I slide in easier than I expect, but he’s still tight, and I feel every inch as his body opens around me.
He takes me in small movements, down a little, then up again, then down further, working himself open on my cock with careful rolls of his hips.
Every time he sinks lower, I can feel the slick coating my cock and balls.
By the time he’s fully seated, I’m breathing hard, my hands moving to grip his thighs.
He stays there for a moment, eyes closed, just breathing. I can feel him clenching around me in small, rhythmic pulses, like his body is still adjusting. Every little flutter and squeeze makes my cock twitch inside him.
When he finally opens his eyes, he looks down at me. His voice is low when he speaks. “I love you, Bear,” he whispers. “I love you so fucking much and I thought I lost you.”
“You didn’t,” I push. “I’m right here, Cupcake. Right here,” I murmur, dragging him down into a kiss. “I love you, too. Always have. Always will.” He sighs against my lips, still swiveling his hips.
I let out a stuttered moan as he straightens back up and continues moving. It’s slow at first, deep, rolling motions that drag my cock almost all the way out before he sinks back down again. Every time he takes me in, a little more slick pushes out around my cock, warm and messy between us.
His scent sweetens even further, mixing with mine, threatening to alert half the damn hall but I don’t care. The soft slap of skin against skin takes over, Luca clenching around me so hard that every downward stroke makes me feel like I’m being gripped from the inside.
I try to thrust up to meet him and he immediately presses a hand to my chest, holding me down.
“Slow,” he murmurs. “Let me.”
I stop fighting it. I let him ride me at his own pace, watching the way his body takes me over and over.
Every time he bottoms out, I feel him clench hard around my cock, like he’s trying to keep me there.
He leans forward slightly, changing the angle, and the next time he sinks down I can see the way it affects him. His mouth falls open on a soft sound.
“Fuck, Luca,” I breathe. “You feel so fucking good.”
He just keeps moving, every roll of his hips dragging another wave of slick around my cock. I can feel how wet he is every time he lifts up, the cool air hitting the mess he’s made before he sinks back down and takes me in again.
He leans down until our foreheads are almost touching, still moving on me in that same slow, deep rhythm.
“I love you,” he whispers again, voice shaking. “I love you so much.”