18. Chapter Eighteen #2
I kiss the inside of one leg.
Then the other.
When my tongue flicks across her clit, she arches from the jacket.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes.”
I circle the sensitive bundle again.
“Tell me.”
“I want your mouth.”
Her fingers slide into my hair.
“Please, Luca.”
I wrap my lips around her clit and suck.
Her thighs close around my head.
The pressure only pulls me closer.
I lick her slowly at first, learning every movement that makes her tremble.
Every sound.
Every sharp intake of breath.
Then I slide my tongue inside her.
She cries out.
I hold her hips against the ground and fuck her with my mouth, alternating deep strokes with firm pressure against her clit.
Her nails scrape my scalp.
“Don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping.
Her body tightens beneath me.
Her legs begin to shake.
“Luca…”
The warning breaks into a moan.
Her orgasm tears through her.
Simone arches, fingers pulling my hair as her thighs tighten around my head.
I continue licking her through every pulse until she collapses against the jacket.
Her chest rises and falls violently.
I crawl over her.
My hand settles lightly around her throat.
Her eyes open.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me if it isn’t.”
“I will.”
She lifts her chin, offering me more.
I kiss her.
Messy.
Deep.
Making sure she tastes herself on my tongue.
When our mouths separate, a thin strand of saliva connects us.
I lick it from her lower lip.
My cock presses against her stomach.
Simone reaches between us and closes her hand around me.
I groan.
Her thumb circles the sensitive head and spreads the precum gathered there.
“Squeeze.”
Her fingers tighten.
“More.”
She obeys.
Pleasure locks every muscle in my body.
“Good girl.”
Her eyes flare at the praise.
I kiss the side of her neck while she strokes me.
Her hand moves faster.
My hips jerk into her grip.
I’m already too close.
I catch her wrist.
“Wait.”
Concern crosses her face.
“What?”
I look between our bodies.
“We don’t have a condom.”
The desire in her expression doesn’t disappear.
“I’m on the pill. I haven’t missed one.”
“That covers one risk.”
“I was tested before the tour.”
Her gaze holds mine.
“I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Neither Adrien nor the stranger at the club.
Relief moves through me before I can hide it.
“I was tested last month. I haven’t been with anyone since either.”
Simone’s eyebrows rise.
“For how long?”
“Not relevant.”
“Interesting.”
“Simone.”
“I trust you.”
Her expression becomes serious.
“Do you trust me?”
“With this?”
I touch her cheek.
“Yes.”
“With everything else?”
The question contains far more than sex.
I can’t give her the answer she deserves.
So I give her the truth I have.
“I trust you with me.”
Her face softens.
“That’s enough for tonight.”
I kiss her.
Then I position myself between her legs.
The head of my cock brushes her clit.
She shudders.
I slide along her wet slit without entering.
Once.
Twice.
“Stop teasing me.”
Her frustration makes me smile.
“Ask properly.”
“Fuck me, Luca.”
I press only the tip inside.
Her mouth opens.
“Please.”
That word destroys me.
I push forward slowly.
Heat closes around me.
Tight.
Wet.
Perfect.
Nothing I imagined prepared me for the reality of being inside her.
Her body grips every inch as I sink deeper.
I stop when I’m fully seated.
Simone bites her knuckles to muffle a sound.
I pull her hand away.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes open.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes.”
I withdraw almost completely.
Then I slide back inside.
Her head falls against the jacket.
“Oh, God.”
I wrap her legs around my waist and begin moving.
Slowly at first.
Long strokes that let me feel every flutter of her body around me.
Simone lifts her hips to meet mine.
The angle drives me deeper.
“You feel so fucking good.”
My voice is already wrecked.
“So tight.”
Her nails dig into my back.
I kiss her throat and collarbone.
Her breasts.
I draw one nipple into my mouth while my hips roll against hers.
“Faster,” she pleads.
I give her what she wants.
The rhythm becomes harder.
Relentless.
Our bodies collide with wet, obscene sounds that disappear beneath the wind.
Simone’s moans grow louder.
I cover her mouth with mine.
Not to silence her.
To consume every sound.
My hand returns to her throat, resting there without pressure.
“Keep it there,” she whispers.
I tighten my fingers slightly.
Her body clenches around me.
“Like that?”
“Yes.”
I drive into her harder.
She cries my name against my mouth.
Her legs pull me closer, heels pressing into my back as I thrust deep enough to make both of us lose whatever restraint remains.
I have spent years telling myself touching her would destroy everything.
Maybe I was right.
Because nothing outside this moment feels real anymore.
Not Bran.
Not Francis.
Not the island.
Only Simone beneath me.
Taking me.
Wanting me.
Seeing every part I tried to hide.
Her breath catches.
“I’m close.”
I slide one hand between us and circle her clit.
“Come for me.”
Her eyes stay locked on mine.
“Let me feel you.”
Her body tightens.
Then she breaks.
A cry tears from her as her orgasm pulses around my cock.
Her thighs tremble against my hips.
I continue moving, fucking her through every contraction while her nails carve lines across my back.
The sight of her falling apart beneath me pushes me toward the edge.
I pull out.
My fist closes around my wet cock.
Simone watches, eyes heavy and lips swollen.
I stroke myself hard and fast.
My orgasm hits with enough force to bow my spine.
I come across her breasts and stomach, ropes of white marking her skin.
A final streak reaches her chin.
For several seconds, neither of us moves.
Our breathing is ragged.
The water laps gently behind us as if nothing in the world has changed.
Everything has.
Simone wipes the drop from her chin with one finger.
Then she holds my gaze and slowly slides it into her mouth.
My cock pulses again.
She releases her finger with a soft pop.
“Next time,” she says breathlessly, “I want you to come down my throat.”
Heat moves through me all over again.
I lean over her.
“There’s going to be a next time?”
Her fingers curl around the back of my neck.
“You’d better hope so.”
I kiss her slowly.
Not like a mistake.
Not like something we’ll bury tomorrow.
Like I mean it.