Page 33 of Finding Love

Yet here I am, holding my breath as I lift the blanket away from Luca’s hardening dick. It twitches a little as I watch. He groans softly, turning his head from one side to the other, with his eyes still closed and a soft snore emanating from his parted lips.

I can’t help it. He is the living, breathing symbol of desire. He does something no one ever has done to me. It’s like I’ve stopped thinking. All that matters is being close to him, touching his body, begging him to touch mine.

Slowly, I push myself up on my knees, then lean down to guide his swollen head into my mouth. There’s something almost wicked about it, and by the time my tongue sweeps along the ridge, wetness pools in my pussy.

His throaty groan only adds to my growing arousal. “Oh, shit,” he whispers, groggy. When I look up at him, I find him looking down at me, dazed but clearly enjoying the treatment. “Did I die and go to Heaven?” he mumbles before falling back against the pillows.

All I can do is chuckle, slowly fucking him with my mouth, taking my time. I want him to feel everything, every moment of it, every inch of my tongue running along every inch of his rigid cock. I could live on the sound of his pleasure, the way he whispers as I work him.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it,” he whispers, his breathing going fast when I increase the pressure. “You’re so good to me. You’re so good to my cock. Suck it, baby.” There’s a helpless edge to his voice, and I love it. I want to hear him beg me for more. I want to render him helpless, at my mercy.

It isn’t long before his hips start working, and his urgency makes me pull back with his disappointed groan ringing in my ears. The groan is cut off when I straddle him, dropping the blanket from around me so he can run his hands over my bare skin. I shiver when the head of his cock brushes my aching clit, and the sensation is electric enough to make me grind my hips, running his dick through my dripping slit until we’re both breathing heavily.

“Fuck me,” he growls out, fingers pressing against my hips before dragging over my thighs. “Let me feel that tight pussy wrapped around me.”

All it takes is a slight adjustment for his head to line up with my entrance, and I release a guttural moan as I impale myself on his rigid dick. The angle is exquisite, and already, little shocks of pleasure rock me with every stroke. I rest my hands on his chest for leverage, then let myself go, focused on the delicious friction.

“Look at you.” He takes hold of my boobs, pinching the nipples, squeezing my flesh until I whimper my approval. “So fucking sexy. Ride my cock, baby. Put on a show for me.”

And I do, my hips rising and falling before grinding against his pelvis. I open my eyes to find him staring down between us, watching as he disappears inside me again and again.

He wants a show? I’ll give him a show. “Holy shit,” he growls out when I lean back and prop myself up on his knees. This angle is even better, my head falling back as another guttural cry tears its way out of me when his head rubs my G-spot.

“Fuck!” I shout, working faster, chasing the high that’s just beyond my reach. “Fuck, yes! So good!”

“Are you going to be a good girl and come on my cock?” He punctuates the question with a thumb against my clit, rubbing it in short, rapid strokes that take my pleasure and make it explode. I can barely hear his commands over my high-pitched gasps. “Come for me. Be a good girl and come all over me.”

“Luca! Oh God! I’m… I’m…” When it hits, I don’t have it in me to speak. I can only cry out in complete abandon and fall against his chest, dazed and weak. Luca takes hold of my hips and works me up and down his shaft until he slams me down with one last groan and brings a satisfied smile to my lips.

His breathless laughter stirs me from my happy haze. “Holy shit,” he groans out, and I lift my head from his chest, sighing at his tender kiss. “Where the hell did that come from?”

I lift a shoulder, smirking. “Maybe I’ve turned over a new leaf. It’s all your fault for looking so good while you sleep.”

His arms close around me, holding me tight against his chest. “Remind me to look that good every morning.”

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“I wish we never had to leave.” I squeeze Luca’s hand a little tighter while we wander through the shopping village after a dinner so enormous that I’m not sure I’ll ever eat again. But I am happy—full, a little buzzed from wine, and with a man I’m falling for a little bit more every day. A man who is so handsome, I almost can’t stand to look at him sometimes. I don’t know what to do with all that beauty.

“Same here,” he agrees. He’s smiling, happy, and lighthearted, making it easier for me to feel the same way. If only things could always be this way.

“That doesn’t sound ungrateful or anything, does it?” I ask. “I don’t want you to think I’m not grateful.”

It doesn’t seem to bother him that Bruce and Vinny are trailing half a block behind us. He comes to a stop, which brings me to a stop along with him, then cups my chin with his other hand. “Are you kidding? If we could stay here for the rest of our lives, I wouldn’t complain. I love seeing you here. I love being able to leave everything behind us.”

Not everything, it seems. Just as he’s about to lean in for a kiss, he straightens. His eyes were so soft and loving a moment ago, but now they go narrow as he stares at something over my shoulder across the street.

“What is it?” I start to turn, but he stops me and shakes his head.

His eyes are nearly hidden by his lowered brow by the time he mutters, “Let’s go.” He looks back at the guards before nodding slightly toward whatever caught his attention. From the corner of my eye, I see Bruce crossing the street while Vinny remains watchful behind us as we continue our walk.

It’s all wrecked now. Luca’s entire demeanor has changed. He’s gone from holding my hand to grasping it almost painfully tight. We were walking a minute ago. Now, he’s almost dragging me along with him.

A chill runs down my spine before I whisper, “What’s wrong? Did you see something bad?”

“Just keep walking.” He doesn’t look at me and barely opens his mouth when he speaks. We’re coming to the edge of the village, after which we turn down the street leading to the beach, then it’s a straight shot to the house.

We’re supposed to leave tonight, so our bags are packed and ready to go.

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