Chapter 5 #3
His lips trail a path along my jaw, and he nibbles at my ear before licking his way down my neck. “We’ll have to work on that,” he whispers.
“Hmm?” I don’t know what he’s babbling about. My only thought is of his body, touching him, fucking him, but doing everything to make sure that I’m not hurting him.
It’s a lot to remember when all I want to do is ride him.
“You’re absolutely sinful, your breasts.” Luca is under my shirt, his fingers grazing a nipple as I arch into him and have to be careful not to touch the bruises.
My fingers itch to claw at him, but instead, I dig at the sheets on the mattress, doing my best not to cause him to scream in agony.
He slides out of his pants, his cock twitching, and he strokes it while staring at me.
He’s beautiful, and he’s mine.
I fall to my knees, my lips grazing the head, knowing that I can’t hurt him if I’m sucking his cock, taking him in past my lips. There will be no pain for him, only absolute pleasure.
His fingers tangle in my hair, along my neck, as he grips me with such force that I’ve never felt before. “You look exquisite on your knees.”
A smile spreads across my face, heat rising on my cheeks. My tongue swirls over the head, licking down his shaft, my fingers caressing him, feeling him come alive under my touch.
“Eyes on me, baby.” His words are raspy, and he loses the ability to speak coherent sentences as I run my tongue over his shaft.
His fingers are all over me, his hands tugging at me, pulling me closer. There’s a sense of neediness exuding from him. “That’s it,” he rumbles as my lips and mouth tease the head, licking the precum that drips from him.
“Fuck.” His head tips back, and a low, guttural moan is absolutely sinful. “Just like that.”
I love knowing that I can awaken the beast within him. Heat his very existence, make him tremble with just my tongue.
His eyes struggle to stay open as my mouth devours him. “Take it for me, I know you can.” His hands are in my hair, tugging me, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. My pussy flutters at his control and power over me.
My mouth moves, his hand guiding my head, as my mouth and tongue fuck his cock. “Keep doing that.” His cock twitches and I know he’s close. I can feel it and sense it, watching him struggle to keep his eyes open, trained on me.
Moaning as he brings his cock to the back of my throat, he yanks my head back, and I’m entirely at his mercy.
“Harper, I’m going to…” He’s right on the edge, warning me before it happens.
I say nothing, only move my lips back to his shaft, taking him in, letting him fuck my mouth as if it were my pussy, giving him exactly what he needs to find sweet ecstasy.
His hands are back in my hair, one hand using my head to fuck him, the other grazing over my back, sliding a hand under my shirt and slipping around to my breast, squeezing my nipple, making my own body quake as I mouth fuck him.
“Fuck,” Luca’s voice sends a shudder through my body, and he feels the ripple, his cock pulsating as he grips me tighter, grunting and trembling.
He finally lets go, pouring himself past my lips and some of it down my throat. I wipe my face, the few drops on him I lick away.
“You did so good.” Luca’s hand finds my chin, lifting my head, smiling as he stares down at me. “Come sit.”
He pats the empty seat on the sofa where I had been earlier, and I crawl up next to him. “Good girl.” His eyes shine, and his breath against my ear sends my heart fluttering.
My lips part, a soft gasp from just his voice, his tone, the heat that unfolds within me and cascades out onto him.
Luca smiles, knowing precisely what he’s doing. “Who do you belong to?” Luca’s hand is back in my panties, his fingers deftly teasing my folds but not quite touching me.
I lift my hips, needing contact, craving it. “Fuck,” I growl, my hands clawing at his arms, his hand, wanting him to satisfy me.
The cocky grin on Luca’s face is almost too much to bear. “That’s not my name, princess.”
There he goes again, and I growl at him, leaning up, biting his bottom lip. I tug on it, and I can hear the sharp intake of breath before releasing his lip. “Call me princess again, you’ll live to regret it.”
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my lips. “Princess,” Luca whispers, raising an eyebrow.
He knows he has the upper hand because I can’t touch anywhere marked with bruises, and I can’t see all the scars, because he still has too many clothes on, minus his pants.
This won’t work.
Not for me.
My hands tug his shirt up higher, careful not to touch him. “Hands up,” I command.
“Bossy.” There’s a smirk on his face, and he lifts his arms, letting me undress him.
I try not to stare at the bruises covering his chest. The blue or purple has turned green and yellow. There are a few with brown edges, all of them large, prominent across his chest, marked like a fist across his ribcage.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Luca rasps. There’s pain evident in his voice, his tone, the way his shoulders sag.
“You’re beautiful, and even scarred, you’re mine.” I rise up on my knees, kissing his lips, his shoulders, and Luca guides my legs farther apart. “I love you, Luca.” The words come naturally, and he pulls back, staring at me, deep, like he can see right through me, know everything about me.
There’s no hesitation on his part. He doesn’t flinch at my confession.
A crooked smile reaches his lips. “You’re such a good fucking girl for me.
” His lips crash onto mine, his fingers in my hair.
This kiss feels like it could last forever as I’m thrust into another world, another mere existence as I devour him along with this moment.
“I think I’m falling in love with you too. ”
His words make my hands tremble, and I pull him tighter, hoping he doesn’t see the effect he has on me. It’s too much, too emotional, too raw to share that with him.
His lips devour me as he plunges one finger inside of my warmth, and I moan into his mouth.
It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open, each breath heavier, and it takes far more energy as he hooks his finger inside of me, doing that gesture that brings a warmth flooding right through to my heart.
“Luca,” I rasp out his name. The feeling of pure joy overcoming me, and I’m nowhere near oblivion as he guides a second finger, stretching me, making sure I’m ready for him.
My insides are warm, heated, but I’m nowhere near sated.
Only Luca has that ability—to bring me to my knees and beg for more.
He glides his fingers out, and I whimper in protest. Why did he stop?
That ever-present smile that is entirely Luca shines down on me like the warm rays of the sun on a cold, snowy day.
His fingers dance over my hips. “Pants off. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours.”
He helps me with my pants, but I bend and slide them off, not making him risk hurting himself to undress me. Within a matter of seconds, I’m bare and Luca’s grin has widened.
“Fuck, you should always be naked. Shirt off too. A goddess shouldn’t hide her beauty.”
I raise an eyebrow but don’t argue. I’d rather be called a goddess than a princess. I smirk and toss off my shirt, letting it hit the floor.
“Lucky for you, you’re married to this goddess.” I kiss him, needing a taste, to feel his touch, to feel him.
His fingers caress my breast like a light kiss, and he teases my nipple, causing my back to arch into him. I pull away, just enough not to hurt him, but it’s difficult being so close and yet not touch his chest.
Luca laughs and smiles. “I am the luckiest man.” He doesn’t argue or tease me. His hand moves to my jaw, his thumb guiding my mouth upward, more to his liking, as he devours me.
The pull of electricity races through my veins as we kiss. The heat turns up, flaming and uncontrollable as my hands roam along his arms, and I pause before I touch his back.
“You’ll get luckier when these bruises heal.”
“Feeling pretty lucky today, princess.” He winks at me, and I grab his arms, pinning him against the sofa, smirking.
I don’t necessarily have a plan, but I like that I’ve managed to catch him off-guard.
Luca is all smiles. “It’s your move, princess.”
I raise an eyebrow with a smirk. “Are you sure you want to keep calling me that?” I climb off the sofa, and Luca whimpers.
“Where are you going? Get back here.” I sway my hips as though I were dancing, finding my way between his thighs and then over one leg.
His hands fall to my hips.
“No touching,” I warn and wiggle my butt at him like a stripper would at a club. I lean away from him, my ass giving him a nice view as I give him a private lap dance.
“But touching is the fun part.” Luca pouts and then runs a finger down my bottom.
“Sit on your hands.”
“Aren’t you bossy today?” He lifts his hips, sits on his hands, and obeys me with a smile. “Happy?”
“Getting there.” I wink at him and turn around, giving him an eyeful of my breasts as my pussy grinds over his thigh.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” Luca tips his head back and shuts his eyes. “You’re going to make me hard again.”
I chuckle. “And that’s a problem, why, princess?” I shoot back at him.
He glares at me and growls, leaning forward. He nips at my shoulder, leaving a mark, and I grind my pussy harder against his thigh, using him as leverage as I thrust against him.
His breath is hot on my cheek. “Are you fucking my leg?” His words come out as a growl, and the primal part of me wants to ravish him.
But I have to keep my hands from raking down his chest and back. I glance at Luca over my shoulder and flash a huge smile at him. “Fuck, yes, I am. Have a problem with it, princess?”
He growls and lifts me off his hips.
I stifle the whimper rising in my throat and let my fingers wander, teasing my pussy, spreading my lips for him to see what I’m doing to myself.
Luca rasps, his tongue darting out to the side of his lip. He’s struggling with control.
His cock twitches, and he yanks my hand away from my pussy and guides my fingers past his lips, staring at me as he sucks off the juices. “You taste so fucking good.”
My insides clench at his words and the fiery look in his gaze.
With ease, he lifts me over his shoulder. “Put me down!”
Of course, he doesn’t listen. He must be in pain.
Grimacing, he carries me to the bedroom, putting me down on the mattress, on my back.
“You never listen.”
He chuckles. “I could say the same about you.”
His hands guide my legs apart. “Spread your legs for me.” He gives an order and I obey.
My breath catches in my throat as he stares at my pussy, taking it all in. “You’re fucking perfect for me.”
He licks his fingers once more before he slides those same fingers into my pussy, watching as I squirm on the mattress. “Show me how much you like it when I fuck you with my fingers.”
I let my body respond, my moans and heavy gasps of air emanating through the room. My hands move to my breasts, and Luca sees what I’m doing and grabs my arm, pushing it back against the bed.
“Only I’ll touch my wife.” There’s a possessiveness in his words, and my body shudders from the revelation that I’m his and he’s mine.
He presses firmly against my arm, keeping me from moving as his other hand rests tenderly at my hip. His tongue strokes my pussy, causing my hips to buck up off the mattress at the first flick of his tongue.
“Luca,” I rasp, finding the world disappearing around me, and he’s all that’s left of it.
His tongue devours me, teases and brings me closer toward the edge. Heat floods all of my senses. Warmth curls through me as I struggle against his hand, the one holding me down.
I let my other hand find its way into his hair, and he swiftly removes his hand from my hip and forcefully presses my wrist into the bed. He doesn’t stop with his mouth, his tongue continuing the same rhythm, knowing exactly what I need.
Each breathy moan pulls me closer. My eyes close, my senses entirely overwhelmed by the man doing such carnal things to me that drive me wild. He doesn’t stop, not until I’m quivering and shaking.
My pussy walls pulsate and throb. It’s like my nerve endings are on fire, and my body trembles. As he lifts my hips off the mattress, he releases his grip on my wrists and steadies my hips as he continues using his tongue in that magical way that sends me reeling.
I’m floating high above the clouds. Heat licks my skin like fire, and I’m coated in sweat, gasping for air, toes curling as my insides clench down and ride the wave to shore.
It takes several seconds for me to catch my breath, as though I were drowning, the smile ever present on his face as my eyelids slowly open.
“Hey there, beautiful.” Luca climbs up my frame and then positions himself to lie beside me on our bed, his head on the pillow, his eyes moving down every curve of my body.
I lean in, kissing him, tasting a mix of him and me on my tongue as I guide him onto his back, careful not to crush him.
Keeping distance between us is painful, but hurting him would be unbearable.
“No more secrets?” I run my fingers across his shoulders, careful not to touch the discoloration marking his skin.
“No more secrets.”