Page 51 of Sinful Escape

My insides pulsed to an erotic beat. I wanted his hands on me. I was ready.

My breath caught in my throat as I opened my knees, giving him a little peek of my pussy.

I, too, could be a show pony.

But he seemed frozen. Unable to move.

I couldn’t tell if he liked what he saw.

Shit. Maybe my Amazonian bush was too much.

The restraint Luca had been demonstrating vanished in a flash. He lowered down and placing his left hand at my side for support, he used his other hand to curl my breast upright. His lips latched onto my nipple, and he sucked. Hard.

Bucking beneath his onslaught, I clawed through his long hair, watching him ravish me.

His eyes closed, flickering, as he suckled my nipple. A moan tumbled from his throat and thrummed across my breast. He pulled back, snapping my bud from his lips. Gasping, I dragged my nails up his back as he did it again.

Holy wow.

He rolled to my side, and the hand that’d been on my breast made its way between my legs. I parted my thighs, letting him know I wanted his touch.

He glided his finger over my clit, and I just about shot right off the tartan blanket. He did it again, slow and controlled. He pressed down on my bud and a gasp escaped my throat when he rolled it around. It was raw. Honest. Unbelievable.

Every nerve in my body begged for the glorious sensation to last forever.

His finger slipped into my throbbing hole. It was swift. It was sensational.

I clawed at the blanket, snatching it toward me and flicking hay into the air. My pussy hadn’t been probed like that in a long time, if ever.

Luca wriggled his finger inside me, gripping me in exquisite overload. It was several thumping heartbeats before I gasped for a breath. He drew his finger out and ran it over my clit. I raised my hips, and a moan escaped my throat, begging him to do it again.

He didn’t just do it—he alternated between plunging into my throbbing hole and flicking my clit. The delicious pulses blazing through me hit fever pitch. Years of sexual regression evaporated as layer upon layer of red-hot lust stacked within me.

My insides curled. I gasped for air.

His finger-fucking continued. My body tensed, gearing up for an explosive release.

Every nerve ending tingled. Every ounce of my flesh was alive.

I cried out.

Luca rammed two fingers into me, plunging my depths. I saw the moon. I saw stars. I saw absolutely nothing. My hot juices trickled from my body over and over. And over.

It seemed an eternity before the gripping sensations settled.

But as my body ebbed into relaxation, a revelation hit me.

I’d just had my first true orgasm.

Every other time, when I’d genuinely thought I’d climaxed, had been fake.

This was not fake. This was so real it was mind-blowing.

Unbridled pleasure shuddered through me. I feel so alive.

Luca removed his fingers, and as I questioned what the hell just happened, he shifted away and kneeled between my legs. His pupils were massive. Greedy.

I’d better hang on.

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