Page 49 of Siren's Heart

His hands find my hips, squeezing them gently as he pulls me onto his lap. Our faces are only inches away, our breaths mixing in the sliver of air between us.

"I'm into this," he says with a grin, flicking the fabric of my skirt, before leaning forward and pulling the flexible cleavage of my strapless dress down, a grin sliding onto his face when it exposes my breasts. "So fucking beautiful."

His palms trace heavy paths over my thighs, slowly working their way up towards my aching pussy. But I'm too impatient, the need for him crawling over my skin like electricity.

"I want you, Luca," I mumble, leaning forward to capture his lips. "Need you inside me."

He reaches between us and guides himself toward my entrance.

“You’re so wet for me, Millie,” he groans when he reaches between my folds. “You’re going to take me so well.”

His head feels big and solid against me, and I sink down slowly. Wincing when his head breeches me, and I dig my fingers into Luca's shoulders.

“Oh my God,” I groan, clenching as I stretch around his thick length, trying to take him. Slowly, I let him glide deeper, stopping to let myself adjust before I take more.

"Millie," he whispers, his lips right beside my ear. "Fuck.”

If I weren’t busy feeling like I’m being torn apart, I’d chuckle at the disbelief in his voice.

One of his arms is around my hips, helping me hold my weight and balance as I sink down on him; the other now slides between our bodies, and I whimper when his fingers find my nub, sparks of electricity making me want to take the rest of him all at once, chasing the point where discomfort will make place for undisturbed pleasure.

“You're doing so well, Sunshine.” His voice is like a calming hot shower, coaxing me to let him deeper. “Only a bit more, baby."

I roll my hips, trying to get used to the overwhelming feeling of him inside me. He groans breathlessly, his fingers flexing against my hips, and the muscles in his forearm tense as he forces himself to remain still.

Leaning forward, his lips savor my nipple, the touch sending waves of electric pleasure through me, distracting me from the sting in my core. Before I realize it, my muscles relax, and he slides in more easily, until I'm finally fully seated in his lap. And he trails a path of open-mouthed kisses up my body until he reaches my lips, capturing them in a scorching kiss.

"You're doing so well, baby," he mumbles against my lips breathlessly, threading his hand through my hair. "So beautiful with my cock inside you."

His hands wander all over my body, trying to touch every single inch of me and leaving scorching paths in their wake, pulling traces over my back, my breasts, my thighs, until he reaches between the two of us, right where we're both connected, a goofy grin tugging at his lips as he feels it.

When his thumb finds my clit again, I slowly start moving, raising my hips tentatively, before I lower myself on him just as slowly again.

The sting is still there, but it’s not as intense. A few more thrusts and rolls of my hips, and pleasure takes over. My winces are replaced by involuntary whines and moans as I impale myself on his length.

"Luca-hh," I whimper and dig my nails into his shoulders. It's not enough. Not enough friction, not enough stimulation; just not enough. "More."

One swift turn and my back hit the cold leather fabric of the couch, my legs locked around his hips as he kneels between them, still inside me, still throbbing with the urge to find his release. He covers my body with his, a warm presence sending shivers over my skin, his heated gaze capturing my hooded eyes before he begins to move.

"Luca–" My whine is desperate, my hands on his back trying to pull him closer. I need him so close that not even a sheet fits between us. He braces himself on his forearms, framing my head on both sides, and bridges the millimeters between our faces, capturing my lips in a fiery kiss.

It's open-mouthed and sloppy, and it makes me dizzy, but it allows me to breathe when he starts thrusting into me in earnest.

Each thrust almost manages to push the air out of my lungs, and only our messy kiss and his breath against my cheek remind me to breathe myself. Slowly, I start to feel a tingling in my core, a tiny wave that quickly builds up like a tsunami.

"That's it, baby," he breathes against my lips, one of his hands reaching between us and starting to circle my clit with jerky movements. "So gorgeous when you're about to come. Give it to me, Sunshine; give me your pleasure."

I don't know if it's his words, his dick, or his touch–but as soon as he says it with his raspy voice, the wave crashes over me. My whole body shakes with ecstasy, my moans turning into screams as he fucks me through my climax, not letting me catch my breath for even a second. If anything, he doubles his efforts, drawing out my pleasure.

"So fucking amazing," he says, his voice full of awe, as he lifts himself up for better leverage, pumping inside me harder and faster, still circling my clit, his other hand kneading my breast and pinching my nipple.

I don’t know what feeling to focus on, all the stimulation short-circuiting my brain.

“You feel so perfect for me.” Fuck. I feel him everywhere. All I hear are his soft moans and growls; all I see is his flushed face…all I taste the remnants of his cock on my tongue and his lips on mine. All I feel is his touch, and all I smell is the scent of us.

"Gonna come," he grits out, and I nod eagerly, all ability to form thoughts gone with the wind. I'm almost there again. His movements turn rigid, faster, like he's losing the last sliver of control he had been holding onto. The tide rolls back, and I just know that I’m about to drown. Almost fucking there.

Then suddenly, I am. Sobbing his name, I gasp for air and hold onto him while he continues to fuck me. Then he bucks inside me with a barking growl and a shudder that shakes his whole body as I feel warmth fill the condom.

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