As if to encourage him, I lightly tugged at his hair with one hand while I allowed the other one to slide into the back pocket of his jeans. I gave him a little squeeze there too—his ass was perfect, round and firm. Probably from all of that running involved in soccer. He responded to my touch with a soft groan that made me want to do everything in my power to make him groan again, and then his mouth slid lower until he was kissing the swell of my breast.
I shifted against the sofa, trying to shimmy the top of my dress down, to give him better access. Luca gave a breathless laugh that sounded like he couldn’t believe his luck. He took his hand off my thigh, which made me want to cry out in protest, but he only did it to free it up for this new job; with more confidence than I expected from shy, sweet, virgin Luca, he helped yank down my dress until my breasts were on display for him. Full and needy and straining against the lace of my bra just as surely as his cock was straining against his zipper. He whispered a curse like words of worship, drinking in the sight of me.
I wanted to urge him on, to beg him to touch me, but he took the initiative first. While he bent forward to kiss each of my breasts right at the edge of the lace, sending a shiver of anticipation through me, he made quick work of the clasp of my bra with a savvy hand behind my back. Then, delicately, he was pulling the bra away from me, sliding my arms out of the straps.
My breasts were bare to him now, and it was sexier than it had any right to be when Luca licked his lips, watching the slow rise and fall of my chest as I struggled to catch my breath. There was so much hiding under his expression, under the heatand the hunger apparent there, that I felt the impact of it in my heart too. Luca’s hand slid up my torso to cup one of my waiting breasts, his hot hand like a firebrand on my skin, and I gasped when he let his thumb flick over my hardened nipple. I was so sensitive. So needy for him even as the beauty and intimacy of this moment threatened to take me out of my body and into something more spiritual. He spent some time holding the other breast, testing its weight in his hand and humming in satisfaction, before he had to take my nipple into his mouth.
It really seemed like hehadto do it. Like he was overcome by some force outside of himself and that was what made him lean in, kiss my breast, and tug the nipple into his waiting lips. The first hot, wet suck was torture. The next was heaven. Every flick of his tongue, every brush of his lips after that point drove me further into oblivion until I was rocking my hips up against him and letting my hands roam all over his lithe, hard body, grasping at more. I helped Luca shed his shirt as he continued trading one breast for the other, giving each one his delicious attention in turn. He seemed to catch on to my urgency when I finally reached for the zipper of his pants.
“I need you so bad, Allie,” he breathed against my clavicle, sliding slowly back up to reach my lips again. A brief kiss, and he pulled back. “But…I want this to be good for you. Show me what you like,” he asked in a rush that told me he was feeling bashful. I smiled as my hand sought out his, and carefully, I guided his fingers between my thighs.
Luca gasped a little, feeling the wetness through the front of my panties with just that first touch. I was soaked for him, drowning in need. He started to hook his fingers inside my panties before I could even guide him, his eagerness only adding to my arousal, and he peeled my panties down my legs without my help. Before I could let my hand drop away, he laced hisfingers with mine again, wordlessly asking me to show him how I wanted to be touched.
We found the right positioning, his larger hand under mine, my fingers splayed out over the tops of his like he was my piano. Then, together, we parted my slick folds. Luca kissed me hard in appreciation of my wet warmth, his own arousal straining against his pants and seeking friction against my thigh. With great care and whispered encouragement, I showed him where to focus his attention, how much pressure to apply to my aching clit.
He was a quick study. In seconds, I was panting, my hand falling away from his as the student surpassed the master. Luca held my gaze as he drove me closer and closer to the peak of my pleasure, the heated desire in his hazel eyes only adding to the intensity, making me struggle not to moan too loud in the quiet apartment. His breath hitched each time I had a particularly wanton reaction, and when my orgasm finally struck, it caught us both by surprise.
“Luca,” I gasped as I ground my hips up against his hand with frantic need. He swore quietly against my ear as he extended my pleasure, moving his hand so that his thumb kept up the pressure on my clit and his long middle finger slid inside me. The penetration was just a hint of what I was really after, but he hooked that finger up and effortlessly found my G-spot, and I had to shove my face against the couch cushion to keep from crying out.
I was still shaking, baffled by how hard I just came, when my hands sought out his hardness. Needing even more. Needing him to plunge himself inside me for the first time, giving us both what we craved, what we deserved to share with one another. I expected hesitation again, but instead, Luca helped me to undo his button, tug down his zipper, and slide his pants down his narrow hips.
He didn’t take them off completely. Maybe it was urgency, or some desire to keep himself mostly clothed in case we were interrupted—not that I’d ever let that happen. But he freed his erection, at least, and I was awed by the beauty of him. He was thick, a perfect length that I knew would hit all the right spots, and his gorgeous skin was lovely and warm even here. The sight of him taking himself in hand made my mouth water, and I adjusted myself so that I was lying back, my legs spread, skirt bunched up so that my aching pussy could be on full display for him.
“You’re so beautiful,” Luca huffed out, unable to resist the urge to pump himself with his fist once, twice. My inner muscles clenched, dying for him to fill me with his gorgeous cock. “I can’t believe you’re my first.”
“It feels right, doesn’t it?” I asked him in a whisper, tracing my hand down my stomach until my fingers found my wetness. He watched me test my readiness, spreading the honey of my arousal in preparation for him coming inside. “I’m your wife, after all.”
Luca grinned, his eyes dancing with laughter. “My wife,” he repeated, and I got the sense that he didn’t mean to say it, didn’t even realize he’d done so out loud. When he moved in to kiss me again, I accepted his mouth like he was coming home, and without so much as considering whether it was a good idea, I took his hardness in my hand and guided it to my opening.
When he slid in the first half inch, he stopped. His breath became ragged, and he kissed me again, harder, before moving his hips another fraction, teasing me with just the tip of him. I couldn’t take it. I had never been terribly patient in bed, and especially not with a man as lovely and sweet as Luca Branchini. With no hesitance, I rocked my own hips up and grabbed Luca’s firm ass, guiding him deeper inside me.
He didn’t take more encouragement. In seconds, Luca was thrusting of his own accord, taking me in deep, sure strokes that felt like heaven. He found a slow rhythm, and I matched it, letting my mouth lead lazily to his jaw, then down to the side of his neck. I breathed in his warm male scent, like California sunshine, and surrendered to the joining of our bodies.
I felt fuller than I ever had. Not necessarily physically, though Luca’s size was perfect and satisfying; it was a heart fullness that I’d lacked in nearly every tryst I’d experienced before. Skin to skin with Luca as he rocked into me, trying to get closer than two people ever had before, I felt warm and cherished andwhole.It only added to the delicious pleasure that racked through my body at his every thrust. I matched his energy, the roaming hands and heated kisses as we both ascended toward our peaks, and I heard myself practically sobbing his name with a string ofyes, yes, yesas he gave me another mind-melting orgasm.
Luca’s restraint was impressive, but the moment I tipped over the edge again and my inner muscles clenched and spasmed around him, drawing his cock deeper inside me and urging him to spill, I felt him snap. His spine tensed, his breath coming out in a sharp hiss between his lips, and he gave a quiet, breathy moan as he came, spilling hot and hard into me. Perfection. The feeling of his still hard, twitching cock in my pussy, the involuntary jerks as he spent inside me, made me moan. There was no greater feeling. No purer pleasure in this world.
I kissed Luca again, deep and long. When our lips broke apart, our eyes found each other, and I smiled as I asked him, a little cheekily, “Was that worth the wait?”
He responded by lowering his lips to mine.
In the lovely, sticky-sweet aftermath, Luca and I lay tangled in each other for a long while, the only sound was our mingledbreathing and synchronized heartbeats. I’d never been one to get sappy after sex, to look for something longer-term than just the one night, but I found myself dreaming while I was wrapped in his arms. I didn’t sound like myself when I said, the words almost falling from my lips with no input from my brain, “I wish you were Daphne’s father.”
I worried, at first, that it was too heavy a statement. Something that would scare him off. But Luca let out a breathy sort of laugh, pulling me in closer to him. “Even if that meant she’d be the grandchild of Marco Branchini?”
“I mean, that’s not ideal,” I amended. “But I think I proved today that I can handle him.” And it still beat the hell out of her being Gavin’s or Cade’s, as far as I was concerned. Luca’s sweetness would surely cancel out any of my saltier genes and those of Luca’s sour father.
“That’s true,” Luca agreed, and I could hear his smile even though I wasn’t looking at him. I felt the steady thrum of his heart as I pressed myself closer to his warm chest, and he sighed dreamily. “But I know what you mean. After that, maybe I don’t even want to annul our drunken marriage anymore.”
It had the flavor of a joke, but something about the sincere sweetness in his voice gave me pause. Or rather, made my heart skip a beat, then pick back up in double time. A torrent of different feelings crashed through me, carrying me on their wave while all I could do was succumb. Pure terror, of course. But underneath, there was something softer. Something like…hope?
Christ, that was stupid. We couldn’t refuse to get an annulment just because we liked each other enough to have had incredible sex. No matter how much deeper it felt than just the physical, one simply did not stay married to a man she’d only hitched herself to under drunk Vegas circumstances just to…have the chance todatehim.
God, was that what I wanted? To date Luca? Pursue a relationship that wasn’t just about sex for the first time in my adult life?
I didn’t have the answer. Or at least, I didn’t want to know it yet. So instead of saying anything in response to Luca’s maybe-joke, I pretended he’d said nothing and sank back into the lovely warmth of this night. It wouldn’t last forever, and I had to savor it while it was here.
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