Chapter 38 Luca
We were a tangle of limbs, clothes, and grabbing hands, both of us racing to get the other’s clothes off as fast as possible. Our heavy breaths mingled as we kissed as if our lives depended on it.
And despite knowing that this couldn’t end well, I deepened the kiss. Nothing had ever felt so fucking good. Her full lips felt like heaven and sin all wrapped into one, and I was happily drowning in purgatory.
I pushed off her jacket, then the tiny straps of her dress from her shoulders, replacing them with my lips. My memory of her smooth, hot skin was nothing in comparison to the real thing. She shivered under my touch, her hips pressing forward into mine, looking for relief.
And I fucking obliged.
I barely registered the heavy beating in my chest as I devoured the spot between her neck and shoulder, savoring every moan and sigh that fell from her lips. Each sound was like a serenade written and sung with the sole purpose of making me more desperate for her.
Snaking my hand to the nape of her neck and into her hair, I coaxed her head back to expose her throat.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” I murmured, nipping at the column of her throat before trailing up toward her ear.
Her neck erupted in goosebumps as my teeth brushed her skin, and I pulled her hips into mine with my other hand.
I groaned, her soft stomach pressing against my dick, easing the building pressure for a second.
“Come here.” I gripped her thighs and wrapped her legs around my waist, needing her closer.
I carried Matilda to her bedroom, wholly focused on devouring her. Her hands greedily roamed my shoulders, neck, chest—every touch sending waves of pleasure straight to my cock.
Repositioning my hands, I slid them back to grip her ass, savoring the fullness as she writhed in my arms.
I threw her onto the bed, eliciting a short yelp of surprise before her eyes flared with heat. Her legs drifted apart, and her lips parted in an unspoken invitation.
So she likes being thrown around a bit. Noted.
And she was a vision. Tousled hair, bee-stung lips, stretched across her thick white quilt. And I’d done that to her. Primal satisfaction surged within me, reveling at the sight of her marked as mine.
“You are so fucking sexy, do you know that?” My eyes roamed her body, drinking her in. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, and despite her blush, her tanned, curved legs parted further in invitation.
“I’m about to fuck you until you see stars, and you still can’t take a compliment without blushing.”
Her eyes darkened. “Then what are you waiting for?”
I reached for my belt and, with deliberate slowness, began to unbuckle it. Her eyes flickered down and sparkled with intrigue as she watched my measured movements. As the leather slid through the loops, her pupils dilated.
Interesting.
Throwing the belt onto the bed, I brushed my hands up her legs before wrapping them underneath her knees and pulling her down the bed.
Conveniently, the skirt of her dress bunched with the movement, revealing her pink, lacy thong.
Without taking my eyes off Matilda, I knelt between her legs, positioning myself so they were spread wide.
“I want to eat you like this.” She squirmed, hips rising, looking for anything to relieve the pressure. “Are you going to make me proud and beg this time?” I pressed a palm to her lower stomach, halting her needy movements. Raising an eyebrow, I waited.
“Please, Luca,” she moaned, and I rewarded her by dragging my hand lower across the front of her thong, circling just above the place she wanted it. Her breathing came in short, heated gasps, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Oh my god.” Her hips rose again, and I dragged my hand back up to her stomach, further away from where she wanted. She groaned, “Please, please, please.”
“Please what?” I grazed my fingers lower, Matilda’s stomach hollowing with the movement.
“Please put your mouth on me.”
I tugged the thong down her legs, discarding it off the end of the bed, before surveying my handiwork. “God, you’re fucking beautiful. So needy and desperate, spread out for me.”
I was so hard by that point that I could barely think, much less move.
But then she whimpered and I was a goner. I pushed her legs apart, lowered myself to the floor, and devoured.
At the contact, Matilda heaved a satisfied moan, and her legs dropped further without any need for assistance. I lapped her wetness. Every stroke was like ecstasy. The more I sampled, the more I needed.
My dick was begging me for relief, but I couldn’t have given a fuck. I was so painfully turned on that stopping wasn’t an option, and my thoughts were consumed with making Matilda come.
She was writhing on the bed, her ass rising to meet my mouth with every lick and suck. I pushed a finger into her heat, driving in and out a few times to coat it in her wetness. And then I curled it.
Matilda’s response was immediate. Her back arched on a long sigh of pleasure, wetness covering my hand. Wasting no time, I latched on to her clit, flicking and sucking until my name fell from her lips as a chant.
“I need you inside me,” she moaned while I flicked my tongue out again. “Now, Luca.”
“Bossy.” I kissed the inside of her thigh before standing. Taking hold of her hand, I pulled her to a sitting position to drag her dress over her head. The silky fabric slid smoothly over her shoulders, leaving her completely naked except for a curtain of wavy blond hair.
She leaned back, placing her hands on the bed, and I almost drooled.
Her lightly tanned skin was illuminated only by the light from the living room. Shadows danced across her skin, highlighting the curve of her waist, accentuating the taper between her full hips and fucking fantastic boobs—round with perfect pink nipples begging to be sucked. I swallowed.
Her eyes widened when I undressed, and they zeroed in on my cock. “Oh god,” she said, then caught her lip between her teeth, blushing.
Kneeling on the bed, I prowled until she lay completely flat beneath me. I leaned over her, our breaths mingling in the close, charged space between us.
“I’m not sure that’s going to fit,” she breathed, glancing at the narrow space between our bodies.
“You can take it, Stevens,” I whispered against her lips.
“Have you ever been tied up before?” I asked, unsure whether her heated look at my belt had been from experience or intrigue.
It might have been the first time we were having sex, but I certainly wasn’t going to kink-shame her if she wanted to be restrained.
She shook her head, but that wasn’t enough. “Words, Matilda.” I pressed a kiss to her throat. “You don’t have a problem using them any other time.”
“No.”
“Do you want to try it?”
“Yes.” There was no doubt in her eyes, no glimmer of the mask she wore for others.
“And you promise you’ll tell me if you change your mind?”
“I promise.”
I kissed her sweet spot, just below her ear, causing her legs to part further, and my cock bobbed against her pussy. I collected the belt from where I had discarded it on the bed and dragged it across her stomach, raising a line of goosebumps in its wake.
“Lift your arms.” She obliged, holding them up to one of the metal poles of the headboard. I wasted no time securing the belt around her wrists, making sure her arms were restrained but she could pull them out if she wanted to.
She strained against the belt, testing its strength.
“These look fucking delicious.” I dragged a finger over one nipple and then the other. She arched her back and moaned.
“I think you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” Her eyes roamed over my chest before sinking lower to my crotch. “I have condoms in my side drawer.”
Thank fuck. I opened the drawer and tore a condom out of the box. But not before noticing the little bullet hidden in her drawer.
I snagged the toy along with the condom. Her eyes widened, a flush creeping up her cheeks when she noticed.
“Oh—that’s, umm—” she stuttered, before I put her out of her misery.
“We’ll use that later,” I told her. The small, hungry smile that crossed her lips was my undoing.
I rolled the condom onto my cock, squeezing the base as I did so. I lined myself against her, dragging my tip along her opening.
I pushed in, inch by inch, shivers erupting across my skin and shooting straight down my spine. Pleasure like I’d never known spread deep into my bones.
After a few smaller strokes, I bottomed out, and she took me so fucking well. I groaned into her neck as she moaned in pleasure.
“Oh my god,” she whispered. I didn’t dare move and risk coming too soon. She was tight and hot, and we fit together so perfectly. Her moans in my ear weren’t helping the situation, but I couldn’t stop.
Then she circled her hips, and I almost saw stars. But I obliged, pulling out right to the tip before pushing in again. This time, I couldn’t control the need to push in and out—nothing had ever felt this fucking good.
I picked up my pace, and her tits bounced with every thrust. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked, and Matilda’s back arched in pleasure. I moved to her other nipple, leaving a trail of wetness coating her skin.
“I knew you’d take me so good, Stevens.” I pushed in again and again, her core clenching around me, throwing my rhythm off.
I wouldn’t last long. The more her eyes hooded and lips parted, the more she pulsed around me, the more her arms pulled against the restraints, the closer I got to completely losing it.
I grabbed the vibrator and pressed it on, a light buzz filling the room. When she nodded eagerly, I wasted no time dragging it across her stomach and down, down, down until it rested gently against her clit.
Her reaction was instantaneous. Her back arched, and she released a long moan with a stream of oh my gods. She clenched so tightly around my cock that my teeth ground in an effort not to come.
I pressed the vibrator more firmly, circling it. Her eyes rolled back as her feet curled into the sheets.
“You’re.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Tight.”
“Oh, fuck—Luca,” she screamed, her legs starting to shake as an orgasm tore through her. She moaned and writhed, my dick growing slicker with each hurried thrust. Her arms slipped from the belt, nails dragging across my back.
“Fuck,” I growled as pleasure shot down my spine, the sound of my name on Matilda’s lips, combined with our slick noises and heavy breaths, sending me over the edge. My thrusts slowed as I emptied myself deep into her, not wasting a single second of pleasure.
When my thrusting slowed to a stop, I pulled her hands from where they hung over my shoulders and pressed a kiss to each one.
Unable to hold my weight any longer, I pulled myself out and rolled to the side. After discarding the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed, I grabbed Matilda’s thigh, dragging it across my body.
Her head lolled to the side to look at me, a satiated smile crossing her lips as her eyes fluttered open.
“It’s never felt that good.” She placed a hand on my chest, and I wondered whether she knew that my racing heartbeat wasn’t just from exhaustion. “I can’t believe I came during sex. I thought it was a myth.”
“Sex hasn’t ever felt that good for me, either,” I confessed. Her eyes widened, sparkling with surprise as her lips curved into a big, beautiful smile.
I’d always enjoyed sex, but it had never been that all-consuming and overwhelming, and I’d never been left with this feeling after. I didn’t know how to explain it.
I wasn’t used to feeling much during sex.
Maybe it was because it was with someone I trusted—and that scared the shit out of me.