“Don’t worry. I have footage and flicks. I’ll save them for you. Luca, why you never got me a big bouquet like this?” she complained with a half-smile.
“Sounds jealous, but you could be getting the same treatment,” I teased. She knew exactly what and who I was referring to.
“Bye. Not jealous. I’m happy for you, mommas. See you. Enjoy yourself.”
“I plan to.”
“See you later, Lyric.”
“Later, Luca.”
I handed the flowers off to Lyric, sure that she knew exactly what to do with them. By the time I returned, they’d be exactly where they were supposed to be. I was clueless. No one had ever bought me flowers.
I closed the door behind me and stepped off the porch. Luca was right there to hold my hand. As we walked toward his massive truck, he continued to hold my hand. Though I was trying to keep my composure, I was losing my shit on the inside. Because I was head over heels for everything about the night and the man who was making it possible.
When we made it to the truck and he opened the door, Luca spun me around to face him. He was so close that I could feel each exhale on the tip of my nose. He said nothing for the longest, simply staring back at me as I waited for him to say something – anything.
“Are you ready?” he finally asked.
“I’m ready,” I confirmed with a nod, pressing my palms flat against the fabric of my skirt.
He was so perfect and so poised, yet I was becoming undone right before his very eyes. I wondered if he noticed or if I was the only one who knew just how bad I was freaking out.
“You’re alright, Ever. You’re in good company.”
He did. He noticed, and his reassuring words were just what I needed.
“Aight?”
“Okay,” I responded, swallowing the lump in my throat.
In an instant, I felt his hand on my neck as he pinned me against the truck with his body. His face was already so close to me, giving him a huge advantage. My breath hiked and chest rose as I closed my eyes, waiting for the moment his lips touched mine. After a few beats, I reopened my eyes slowly to see why they hadn’t.
He reappeared as my lids separated. As soon as my eyes were open fully, Luca smiled and leaned down. His lips finally touched mine, draining my pussy of the thick white creaminess that accompanied my arousal. I could feel the throbbing between my legs. It matched my heartbeat.
I opened my mouth, welcoming him inside. As much as I’d talked myself into playing it safe, the truth was I didn’t want to. I didn’t think I had to, either. Not with Luca and that was exactly why I pulled him in deeper by wrapping my hands around his waist. I wanted every last drop of him, and I didn’t want to have to wait for it.
“Ummmm,” I moaned into his warm, open mouth.
He tasted like the finest of wines from the best grapes to ever exist. There was nothing sweet about his mix, but I welcomed the new taste. My buds quickly adjusted and adapted to his flavor and its uniqueness. And when he began to pull away, I missed it already.
“What?” I murmured, wiping the smeared gloss from my lips.
Noticing that he had some on his lips as well, I used my thumb to clean it up. He grabbed my hand and guided it toward the buckle of his jeans and then a bit further. When I felt his stiffness beneath the denim, my mouth began to water.
“I can’t be out here kissing you like that, or we will never make it to my crib for dinner.”
Up and down, I massaged what had to be an uncomfortably hard dick. This time, it was his eyes that closed, but only briefly. As his lids met, he gripped my wrist to stop its movement.
“Come on, let me get you out of here so that I can feed you,” he finally said after composing himself.
Dick. Please feed me dick, I wanted to suggest, but remained quiet as he pecked my lips once more before lifting me into the truck. The way he handled my body so effortlessly let me know just how much of a rag doll he was capable of treating me like in the bedroom.
“Buckle up.”
He patted my leg with his large hands and closed the door behind him. I watched as his long frame rounded the truck and got in. He adjusted the stereo as he pulled out of Lyric’s yard and into the street. I melted in the leather seat as I rested my back against it and my arm on the armrest.
Luca’s hand was near the cupholder where he could easily access the white Styrofoam cup that he’d sipped from as I settled in. Pushing my hand up slightly, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist gently. I’d learned long ago that physical touch was a large part of my love language. I’d been deprived for so long, far too long. I used to crave Dewayne’s caresses, back rubs, gentle touches, hand holding, or just his closeness.
