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All I could manage in response to him was a furious nod of my head as I tried to get my stiff tongue to work with my frazzled mind. "Y-yes, sir, I do." I squeaked with a small gasp.

"That's my good girl." His words ghosted over my lips with his smirking ones as he moved down my body.

Pressure around my neck eased a little but not completely as he kept a reassuring hold on me as his hot tongue burned my skin with its travel down my chest to my tender nipple. My body shivered in response to his fingers digging into what little plushness my breast offered, and waves of delightful pleasure warmed my aroused body more. "Luca." I moaned softly with a gasp at the feeling of his hot mouth engulfing my nipple into his mouth.

"You're still dressed. It's not fair," I complained playfully with a breathless chuckle as my hands fumbled at his clothes.

Desperately, I pushed his shirt up to gawk and touch every inch of his sculpted body. No matter how many times I have seen this perfect chiseled body of his, it never ceased to amaze me. Also, I couldn't keep my hands off him, no matter how hard I tried. It always felt like the first time whenever the pads of my soft fingers would follow the lines and dips of his muscles as if I were an artist tracing something endlessly until I could sculpt him blind from muscle memory.

My mind spiraled slightly into panic when Luciano suddenly pulled away and grabbed me by my arms. I don't know what made me freak out for that split second when he moved me up in the bed so my head was on the pillows. He wouldn't ever hurt me, yet I got the sudden chill to crawl away from him.

Not wanting to ruin our growing moment, I briskly shoved the icky feeling into the back of my mind. No longer distracted by my own head, I lurched up to reach down enough to grab the waistband of his jeans.

Unfortunately, I barely managed to pop off the button before his hand stopped me, causing me to look up at him with scrunched-up eyes. "Patience, principessa." He playfully chided me with a chuckle, kissing my forehead and pushing me flat on the bed again as he sat back on his knees.

A snap of fearful excitement hit my body when I became caught in his lust-crazed gaze. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights as his hungry eyes devoured every inch of me. He was the predator, and I was his prey. A feeling of vulnerability washed over me as he continued to study me in great detail. Yeah, I was completely naked, but his eyes made me feel exposed as if he could see everything beneath the surface.

Then, his hot and heavy words after he took his shirt off in one smooth movement. "Spread your legs for me, amorina, I want to see my pretty pussy before I eat it." Fuck. I was doomed.

On their own accord, my legs parted while my head turned away in shame. Embarrassment chilled my body like a wave of cold water, making my legs go stiff and try to snap shut, only to be stopped by Luciano's hands. "There is nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart." His words whispered against my inner thighs, making my body twitch in response. "So fucking beautiful, so perfect." He kissed his way down my thighs, muttering sweet nothings until he couldn't because he had to use his tongue to lick me.

The fullness of his soft and wet tongue pressed against my pussy, and slowly he licked me from the bottom of my entrance to my clit, where he latched on and suckled softly. "Fuck." I gasped with my head thrown back, my hands instantly grabbing at his head to push him into me.

This felt so dirty and wrong, so why did I like it? Besides the obvious fact of his tongue being magic—seriously, he felt too skilled for his own good. He licked the right areas in the most sinful ways, running the edge of it along my labia, then using the flat tip of it for my pulsating clit. God, I shouldn't like this, liking how lost in me Luciano looked as he feasted on my cunt like no tomorrow.

Did he actually like this? Or was it an act? The far-out look of addiction in his eyes and the eagerness of his actions were more than real enough. But what if he was just a good actor?

No, stop it.

I mentally slapped myself before my thoughts could spiral into something more ridiculous. Luciano loved me. The sincerity in his voice and eyes were more than enough to convey the seriousness of his confession. He was doing this because I asked him and because he wanted to.

He wants me as badly as I want him.

Letting my insecurities fade to black, I immerse myself in the never-ending bliss of Luciano's mouth. A whining whimper of frustration filled the air when he removed himself from me. My mouth opened to protest as I glared down at him, but his light chuckle kept my words on my tongue, "Easy, I'm not stopping there. Just wanted to tell you that I am going to finger you to stretch you for me."

Frustration quickly morphed into nervousness as the thought of his fingers penetrating me pulled at my nerves. I had no problems with him touching me; frankly, I quite loved it and begged for it, but I have never let him go as far as penetrating me with anything. Hell, I didn't even put my own fingers in myself if I masturbated because it stirred up too many painful memories.

"S-slowly, just one at a time." The fact that his fingers were big didn't help calm me any.

Reassuring me with a smile and nod, he dipped his head back down between my legs, eating me out in earnest until I felt myself being driven up the wall with the madness of pleasure. Shamelessly, I pressed against the back of his head to shove more of his face into me, not caring if I might suffocate him as I grind myself against his mouth. "Oh fuck, Luciano, I'm—ah!" Fear froze my body at the feeling of something intruding my entrance.

Stiff as a board, I pressed myself against Luciano as I processed the new feeling. It felt so weird to have something inside of me. Oh God, his finger was inside of me, and I could feel it. Every little twitch and curl of his digit in me set my nerves ablaze, but it also sent a little fear with the slight pain. His stimulation of my clit helped settle the budding fear before it became too much, though, so I was thankful for that.

My nervous eyes locked onto his intense ones as he trained his sights on me. He was gauging me, seeing my reactions as he moved his finger in and out of my tight walls, seeing if any specific movement or spot made me tick. Yet, the only thing I offered him in return was an edged stare as I felt myself fighting the demons that threatened to drag me under.

Stop, stop, stop. Stop it!

I scolded myself as I forced my hips to buck against him.

I'm safe. I'm not being hurt. Luciano is safe. He won't hurt me, and he doesn't want to hurt me. He is doing this for my pleasure, to get me used to feeling penetrated.

Tension melted from my body with each shaky breath I took, blowing out the stress with every exhale. "Faster, please." The needy desire for him from before swung back tenfold the more I relaxed into him again. "I'm so close." Thank God my building orgasm didn't run away when my fear reared its ugly head.

Focusing on the pleasure, I actively ignored the slight discomfort from the friction of his fingers against my sensitive walls. I needed to adjust to him, that was all. Wincing, I pulled my hips away from him slightly when he went a little too rough. "Ow, n-not so hard, please."

Immediately, he eased off and peered up at me apologetically. "Sorry, baby." His words vibrated against my sensitive clit, making me shudder with pleasure.

Breathing deeply, I relaxed fully against the bed, letting the pleasure from Luciano take over once more until I felt myself being pushed up the wall. "Coming." I gasped with a soft moan right as I felt the tension snap and tense at my arching body.

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