Chapter 43 Matilda
The rest of Luca’s house was just as beautiful as downstairs, but, truthfully, everything else faded into the background when he took my hand and led me to his bedroom.
Unlike the other times we’d been together, it wasn’t a tangle of limbs and a race to see who could get the other’s clothes off the fastest.
He guided me toward the huge bed against the back wall.
Pausing at the foot of the bed, he searched my face with a soft appreciation before he turned me slowly, pressing my back against his chest. He swept my hair over one shoulder and traced a finger down the center of my back, stopping at the zipper of my dress.
The metallic sound echoed softly in the room. Once the zipper was undone, he pressed a tender kiss on each exposed shoulder, his touch feather-light, before sliding the straps down.
Each movement was deliberate and unhurried, as if he was savoring every moment.
My dress dropped to the floor in a puddle of white shimmery fabric, leaving me naked besides a white lace thong.
The rise and fall of my chest felt labored, strained with an overwhelming need to have Luca, to touch him, to have him inside me. I spun, my eyes meeting his. Luca watched me with an intensity that spoke volumes, his eyes filled with adoration, saying everything without uttering a single word.
His lips parted as if to say something but closed again.
Luca speechless in the bedroom was definitely a novelty.
My hands found his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt smooth under my fingers. They trembled as I reached for it and started unbuttoning. The shirt finally fell away, leaving him standing in just his suit trousers—a sight that was worth the wait.
He was a vision.
Luca stepped back, taking my hand and lifting it to his mouth, pressing tender kisses to my fingers. Each delicate touch of his lips sent liquid heat straight to my core while warming something in my chest.
I expected Luca to pick me up and throw me on the bed in a similar fashion to how he had the other time. Instead, he lowered himself to sit on the edge, his eyes never leaving mine. He pulled me forward until I was straddling his waist, our bodies aligning in a way that felt both new and familiar.
Luca smiled up at me, a dimple creasing his cheek.
Jesus Christ, I will never get tired of him.
Luca raised a hand, wrapping it around the nape of my neck, and pulled my face to his.
Our lips collided and it was like we were kissing for the first time. His lips were warm and soft; nothing had ever felt like this, so intimate and all-consuming.
Our lips parted, and our tongues intertwined passionately. I arched into his touch as his hands skimmed up my bare back, greedily caressing as much skin as possible.
The hardness in his trousers, coupled with the rough texture of his zipper, pressed deliciously against me. My breath hitched as the sensation sent shivers dancing across my skin, causing Luca to grind his hips again.
He pulled his lips from mine but instantly found my neck, pressing kisses to my already flushed skin. I writhed against him, needing to ease the pressure building in my core, which throbbed more with every passing second.
“Fuck, Matilda,” he groaned, his cock feeling bigger and harder with every circle of my hips. “Just like that.”
His mouth left my neck in favor of my nipples, awarding them the attention they were desperate for. He sucked and bit, pleasure mixing with the smallest amount of pain, driving me closer and closer to the edge. But I wanted—no, needed to do something first.
I gently slid off his lap, the carpet soft and plush against my knees.
His eyes flared, his lips parting. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know,” I breathed, my fingers working the zipper. “But I want you in my mouth.”
A strained sound escaped through his clenched teeth. His hips lifted slightly, allowing me to slide his trousers and boxers down.
Luca’s cock strained up against his stomach, pre-cum leaking from the head. He looked even bigger than I remembered.
He stroked a hand through my hair, moving it behind my shoulders so he had a perfect view of what I was about to do.
Fueled by the intoxicating blend of need and arousal shimmering in his gaze, I wasted no time taking his cock in my hand. I licked the underside from base to tip, gazing at Luca through my lashes as I sucked the head into my mouth.
His groan reverberated through the room, head dropping backward, baring the strong column of his throat as it strained with pleasure. His knuckles turned white as his fingers curled into the sheets, encouraging me to suck harder.
Hollowing my cheeks, I slid my mouth down his length, the tip hitting the back of my throat before I was anywhere near the bottom.
He collected my hair that had fallen forward, pushing it back to get a clear view again. “You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth, Matilda.”
Jesus Christ.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. With each encouraging word, my determination grew stronger, fueling a fire within me.
I took him deeper into my mouth, my hand working the base. There was no way I was going to fit him all in.
Luca’s hands sank into my hair as he drowned me in praise. His thigh muscles twitched and tightened underneath the palm that held me steady on him. There was something so sexy in the way his body responded to my touch, a primal instinct urging him closer.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last—stop.” Luca released my hair, letting it fall around my shoulders again.
I drew my mouth off him with a pop. Luca took my hand and pulled me up to stand between his legs, my bare stomach flush with his. I tipped my head down ever so slightly, so our mouths were only inches apart.
“Look how hard you worked.” His thumb stroked a path along my bottom lip, eyes narrowed and blazing with desire. “All swollen and red…Fucking perfect.”
Luca tugged my panties down and hauled me onto his lap.
“Are you going to ride me?” he whispered against my lips. “I’ve been dreaming about watching you bounce on my cock.” He pressed a kiss underneath my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my neck as he murmured, “And I’m not above begging.”
Oh my god. Luca was so obviously the dominant one in the bedroom, and there was something so thrilling about the image of him begging for anything.
“You don’t need to beg.” I dragged myself along his length, savoring the delicious pressure against my clit. “I want you inside me. Now.”
“My girl’s a fast learner, asking for what she wants,” he said with a smile as our lips found each other again. I lifted myself on my knees, creating space to direct Luca’s cock inside me. Just as his tip pushed against my entrance, I froze.
“Oh, fuck. A condom,” I said. My gaze searched his face, trying to decipher his emotions. I didn’t want to use a condom, but I didn’t want to put him in a difficult position either. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”
“I’m clean too. I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”
Why does that make me inexplicably happy?
It felt like I was getting a part of him no one else had.
“Sink onto me, baby.”
My fingers dug into Luca’s shoulders, seeking purchase as he pushed inside, filling me completely. Every inch of him stretched me wide, igniting pleasure that radiated through my core, spreading through every nerve ending.
He felt so deep. This position allowed me to take all of him right to the hilt.
“Oh god, I feel so full,” I moaned, unable to move. My walls were still clenching around him, adjusting to his size.
“You’re taking me so well.” His hands landed on my waist before skimming up to my breasts and massaging them with precision. “Move your hips for me, Stevens.”
A whimper escaped my lips at the way my clit rubbed against him.
I lifted all the way up and sank back down, drawing a sharp hiss from Luca. And I did it again and again until we were moving together, both chasing the same high.
I glanced down between our bodies, mesmerized by the sight of his abs flexing and rippling with each thrust. Sweat glistened on our skin, catching the light and highlighting the rhythm of our movements.
Luca snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me flush to him. The contact surprised me, but the feeling of his coarse chest hair against my breasts and nipples was enough to make me move faster.
I squealed as Luca flipped us in one fluid movement, placing me on my back with him towering over me.
He drove into me, the position taking my pleasure to a new level. Luca’s gaze softened, his eyes searching my face as if trying to memorize every detail.
“Are you going to come for me?” My back arched as his words sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. His hand snaked between us and found my clit, moving in tiny circles until I exploded.
I gasped his name, as waves and waves of pleasure coursed through my body.
His thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own release, and with one final shove, he emptied himself inside me, moaning my name.
Luca’s weight pressed on top of me for a moment before he rolled and pulled me on top. I collapsed on his chest in a heap of damp skin, unruly hair, and languid limbs. I didn’t think I could have moved if my life had depended on it.
A few moments later, he placed a kiss on my forehead and gently extracted himself from underneath me. I watched him stroll to the bathroom, his muscular arse tensing with the movement.
I could stare at him all day.
He returned with a damp cloth in his hand, pressing a kiss to my lips before wiping the cool fabric between my legs. The gesture felt almost more intimate than what we’d just done. I smiled with gratitude, still at a loss for words.
Wasting no time, he deposited the flannel in the bathroom and climbed back into bed. He shook the duvet out around us, pulled me into his side and pressed another long, lingering kiss to my temple.
Another earth-shattering orgasm later, I was curled into his side, the duvet covering us both in a warm embrace. Exhausted, we lay in comfortable silence while he traced small circles across my bare back.
I’d never felt so relaxed. My eyelids were growing heavy, the soft rhythm of his breathing lulling me to sleep.
I had never been happier.
But something about tomorrow’s final wasn’t sitting right with me. I twisted my head to meet Luca’s gaze. “About tomorrow’s show. I have an idea.”