Page 48 of Siren's Heart

"Seriously?" I need to ask again, wriggling in his grasp. I know the answer, but I want to hear it again. I will never get tired of hearing it.

"One hundred percent." His hands come to rest on my ass, and he gives it a playful squeeze that makes me squirm in his lap. I cup his face with both of my hands. One day I will take my time and admire it for hours, but for now, I press my lips against his, kissing him like there's no fucking tomorrow.

The grin I feel against my lips makes my heart warm like he’s tugged it into a heated blanket, put a mug of hot chocolate in its hands and cuddles it. I’m sure he can also feel the smile it brings to my face.

His arms snake around my hip, hugging me against him tightly, like he’s terrified of me disappearing in his grasp. But I could never leave, could never stop this kiss that makes my knees weak and my heart beat this loudly in my chest.

Fuck. Happiness bubbles inside me like baking soda and vinegar mixed, and I’m scared it will make me burst with bliss.

Luca ends the kiss, but holds me close, his forehead tipping against mine and our panting breaths the only sound in the room.

"On a scale of one to ten," I murmur against his lips, already getting lost in his emerald eyes. "How badly do you want to finish this puzzle tonight?"

Instead of answering, he scoots back his chair with me still in his lap, then stands up with his hands firm under my thighs and me clinging to him like a koala. I squeal happily and then giggle, burying my face against his throat as he walks me over to his couch, where he sits down with me still in his lap. It’s hot, the way he can carry me around like I weigh nothing.

He's already hard. I can feel his length pressing against my pussy, each movement as I squirm, creating delicious friction through the fabric of our clothes.

"You know," I whisper seductively, my tongue tracing a light path along his jaw until my lips are right next to his ear. "How about you let me taste you now?" Just to drive it home, I pull his earlobe between my lips and lift myself off him to palm him through his jeans.

"Fuck," he groans, his fingers digging into the flesh of my butt. His voice is lower when he answers, husky with desire. "Yes."

"Yay," I say playfully, shooting him a wink as I climb off his lap, only to sink on my knees right in front of him, his legs framing my body.

His eyes burn into my skin as he watches me pop his button open, slowly pulling down his zipper, the heat in his eyes hotter than anything I’ve seen before when my tongue darts out to wet my lips. When I pull his jeans down, I realize he’s not wearing any underwear.

“I was hopeful,” he admits when I look at him with an amused, lifted eyebrow. He lifts his butt so I can pull his pants all the way down and throw them aside, and quickly takes off his shirt, chucking it somewhere behind him.

I take a moment to look at him. I like this. Luca sitting in front of me completely naked, while I kneel at his feet, fully clothed, almost salivating at the sight. To an outsider, it might look like he's the one in charge here, but goddamn, I've never felt more powerful than right here, at his feet.

My eyes wander from his red face and hooded eyes to his cock. Even when he’s only half hard, he's an impressive size. Wetting my lips again, I wrap my hand around his shaft, my eyes finding his heated gaze as I lean forward, keeping his eyes locked with mine as my breath feathers against his member.

Slowly, I start moving my hand up and down his shaft, reveling in the velvety feeling of his cock and the way he grows harder right beneath my palm, his head glistening with precum. It’s driving him crazy, the way I don’t increase my pace, taking my sweet time as I watch him, the way he can’t take his eyes off me, a thin layer of sweat spreads over his body, and his throat moves as he swallows all sounds.

Finally, I show mercy and let his glistening head slide between my lips, my tongue darting around it, making a delicious groan escape him from deep in his throat.

"Fuck," he sighs, his hand running over my scalp, until he entangles both of them with my curls. "I couldn't stop thinking about this since you said it, but this is so much better than any fantasy."

I try to grin around him, letting him slide a bit deeper into my mouth. I can't take him too far, having never mastered the art of deep-throating, but what I lack in depth, I make up for in enthusiasm.

"Such a talented mouth," he whispers, tracing his finger along my cheek and tucking a curl behind my ear. "So pretty on your knees." There is such tenderness in that movement, such an admiration in his voice that it makes me shudder with emotion, and my core coils as I feel myself growing wet.

Just what is that man doing to me? I love giving blowjobs; seriously, I’m a big fan, but none has ever made me this aroused. The way he looks at me, him naked in front of me and his damn mouth, makes me squirm between his legs, longing for friction.

But this is about his pleasure, not mine. I want to see him squirm with pleasure, make him lose his mind and forget his own name, the same way he brought me close to heaven after our last date.

I form my mouth into a vacuum and begin to suck on him. The low growl he lets out sends a wave of goosebumps down my spine, and I’m giddy, knowing that I’m the cause of it. He lay his hand at the side of my face, his thumb gently caressing my cheek as I bob my head up and down his shaft with my tongue pressed to his underside, taking him as deep as I can without gagging before letting him slide out.

"Fuck, you're so perfect at this," he presses out, laying his head back to reveal the strained muscles in his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each moan. I love hearing the soft sounds coming from his lips, as though he can’t keep them from spilling from his lips, even if he wanted to.

Then, suddenly, both of his hands are in my hair again, and he pulls me off him, and I let him fall from my mouth with an obscene ‘pop,’ strands of saliva stretching from my mouth to his cock, until they collapse.

With heavy breaths, I take him in. He’s a damn sight to behold. His flushed face framing his burning gaze laced with adoration, and his chest heaving with heavy breaths are the sexiest sight I've seen in my goddamned life.

"There's a condom in my pocket," he says quietly, yet his voice cuts through the silent apartment like a knife.

Even though it seems like a mood killer, it's the sexiest thing I've heard him say today. Without hesitation, I reach for his pants and rummage through the pockets before my fingers grasp the foil package, and I hand it to him.

While he puts it on, I get up from the ground and take off my panties, keeping my dress on for now. The deepening flush on his face as he puts on the condom tells me he's not mad at it.

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