Page 44 of Lunar Crest University

“I’ve never used a safe word before,” I admit softly.

“It’s a hard stop.” His thumbs caress my skin as he grasps my thighs. “It means we will stop immediately. I want you to feel comfortable with me. I want you to trust I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

I push up on my elbows as I frown down at him. “Is this because of…”

Rosco.I know it is.

Luca clenches his jaw, and for the first time, his eyes avert mine. He leans into my leg, pressing his scruffy cheek into my skin as he grips me harder. My chest feels heavy as I watch him, and suddenly, I’m sitting up and cradling his head in my arms.

“Luca,” I murmur into his ear. “I trust you. I don’t need a safe word to feel comfortable with you. I just…am.”

I feel him sigh.

“But if a safe word would makeyoufeel comfortable—” I pause, resting my cheek on his curly head of hair. “Then I choose maroon.”

The color of my cheeks after he speaks in that low tone. The red hue that dances along with his fingertips as they trace my skin. The blood that flows hot in my veins whenever I’m around him. The color of that one tie he wears once a week. The flags I pretend I don’t see. The leaves that scatter the ground from the red maple tree outside of my apartment. My life is a series of maroon-colored moments.

Lifting his head, his eyes search mine, and I watch the solace pool in his irises.

“Sit on my face,amor?”

I rub my thumbs along his cheekbones. “Only because you asked nicely.”

A cocky grin stretches along his lips as he grabs my hips and lifts me in one, quick movement, smacking his palm against my ass as he chuckles. “Vamanos,baby. I’m a starved man.”

My skin flushes at the name. I know he probably didn’t mean it in the way my heart hopes as it desperately tries to thump out of my chest, but I push the thought away as I throw my leg over him.

“Starved?” My hands rest on his shoulders for leverage. “We just had pizza.”

His eyes narrow. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

Cupping my ass, he effortlessly hoists me further up. A laugh bubbles through my lips as he places me just above his face until I’m trapping his head with my thighs. I’d normally be more self-conscious about this position, considering I could suffocate him with ease, but he holds me up with steady hands. He rests against the couch cushion as he gazes up at me, and I swear he’s even more beautiful from this angle. It’s empowering to look down on a man between your legs.

My mouth opens to tease him again, but as his fingers hook under my panties to slide them to the side, the words get stuck in my throat.

“Hold them here. Just like this,” he instructs, tugging the fabric against my leg. I don’t hesitate to take over, and he rests his hands on top of my thighs as he inches me closer to his face. He must sense my hesitation because he winks up at me. “Muy buena, Princesa.When I say sit on my face, I meansiton it. Come on.”

Biting down on my lip, I ease myself down until his nose grazes my clit, and I shudder from the sensation. My stomach flips as I writhe slightly, but I don’t have time to recover before he pulls me fully onto his parted mouth. His lips connect with my pussy like he’s been dying for it. A low groan rumbles deep in the back of his throat as his tongue flicks out to lick a long stripe between my folds.

I’m a puddle, practically collapsing in his hold as he flattens his tongue against me. As if that wasn’t enough to send me into cardiac arrest, his large nose rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves with every lap and suckle of his mouth. My free hand finds his hair, tangling my fingers in it as I moan.

“Fuck, Luca.”

This only encourages him more. The stinging friction of his mustache has my head in the clouds as he devours me like I’mhis last meal. Bucking my hips in syncopated rhythm with his tongue, I can already feel the building pressure deep in my core.

My panties rub my skin raw from how hard I’m tugging them against my thigh, but I don’t care. All I can think about is his lips sucking my clit as he gazes up at me unwaveringly. It’s like he’s soaking in every reaction—his eyes flicker toward every twitch of my features, and his fingers tighten at every pant that leaves my mouth.

“Don’t stop,” I plea breathlessly. “I’m so close.”

Strands of hair fall from my bun into my face as I gape down at him, rolling my hips to meet the swipe of his tongue in frantic movements. The tightening of the coil within me squeezes, and I chase the high as I sloppily ride his face. His nose is the perfect size, made just for me. My jerky hip motions against him as I fist his hair are a silent claim.

He groans and the vibrations are all it takes for the wave to swell and crash over me, enveloping my entire body in warmth and electric currents as an orgasm rips through me. I’m contracting around his tongue as I collapse in his hands, and weak moans bubble through my lips like a prayer.

“Shit, baby,” Luca rasps below me. “We made such a mess, didn’t we?”

I peer down at him as he pulls me from his shoulders, and I realize he’s glistening with…me. Sliding down his torso, I land in his lap as my cheeks flush. His mustache is soaked but curves upward as he grins proudly at me.

“I’m sorry–”

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