Page 76 of Lunar Crest University

Rolling over onto his back, he unzips his slacks as he watches me pull my shirt over my head. The bralette I have on matches my panties, and the see-through lace gives him a perfect view of my hardened nipples beneath the fabric. His eyes roam over my body, and I’ve never felt more confident, more seen than I do right now.

“Faster, Luca,” I urge, a tiny growl in my voice as I shimmy off my bunched-up skirt. “I need them offnow.”

His eyebrow quirks up at me, but his pace quickens as he shoves his pants down over his large thighs until he’s able to kick them off and onto the floor. My lips part at the sight of himin his boxers, sprawled back on my bed as he perches on his elbows, looking at me just the same. His bronze skin glows in the luminescence of the lamp on my bedside table, and I’m drawn to the ripples of his stomach accented with a trail of hair leading below the waistband of his boxers.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen him fully naked before, and the thought makes my stomach flip. I’ve only ever seen him with his shirt off. We’ve always been in such a rush to touch each other that we’ve never taken off all our clothes.

“You’re a fucking sight, baby,” he murmurs.

The pet name makes my heart lurch in my chest.

“Am I?”

I crawl on my hands and knees toward him, throwing my leg over him as I straddle his waist. My hands rest on his shoulders as I seat myself on his erection, which twitches underneath my touch. His stomach flexes as he presses himself harder against me, and I roll my hips in response, smiling faintly down at him as he hisses through his teeth.

“You feel how hard I am, don’t you?” he teases, his playful gaze through his thick lashes has me bucking into him once more.

I shake my head innocently. “No, I don’t feel anything.”

His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he falls back on the bed, his hands coming around to grab handfuls of my ass before giving it a hard smack. My squeal makes a shit-eating grin form on his face, and he leans his head forward to press a kiss to the base of my neck.

“You don’t feel anything?” he repeats. “Are you sure,Princesa? Because I can make you feel me.”

“Please,” I rasp, tilting my head to allow him further access to my neck. My eyes roll shut as he kisses his way up toward my earlobe, encasing it between his teeth as he smacks my ass for a second time. My fingers dig into his freckled shoulders.

He hums, feigning innocence. “I’m sorry. I didn’t quite hear yo?—”

“Please,” I growl. “I want to feel you. Ineedto feel you.”

Tucking his fingers into my bralette, he tugs it down, freeing my breasts and sitting up slightly to encase a nipple into his mouth. A content sigh leaves my lips on the edge of a moan from the sensation of his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. Threading my fingers in his hair, I let my head fall back as he suckles my nipple with a tinypop.

One of his arms encircles my waist as he flips us over, laying me on my back as he hovers over me, lifting his head from my breast to peer up at me with a heavy-lidded gaze. He slides off the bed for a moment, and as my lips go to form a pout, I watch as he pulls his boxers down and kicks them off before pressing himself between my legs.

He’s perfect, in every sense of the word. I’m trying to keep up with where my eyes want to look, but there are just so many things I want to take in. His arms, his chest, his shoulders… He’s just sobeefy. Fuck me.

“Like what you see?” Luca asks.

My gaze lifts to see him giving me the smuggest smile I’ve ever seen. His head cocks down at me, and I cannot take this anymore.

I bite my lip as I nod tentatively. “Yes, I do. I…Please, fuck me, Luca.”

His groan is weak as he smashes his mouth to mine, and I don’t hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist as he grips my thighs. We practically melt into each other as he feverishly kisses me, and my core sings with excitement when his fingers find my panties and pull them to the side once more.

Sliding the tip of his cock through my folds, he spreads my arousal down his shaft, lubricating it before lining up at my entrance and pushing inside. My mouth pops open as I glancedown between us, watching as he thrusts in and out at a steady pace. Breathless pants leave my lips in my stupor, drunk on him and the way he fucks me. I can’t look away.

“Look at me,” he instructs, kissing my forehead—all the way down my nose and finally my lips as I do what he says. “That’s it. Eyes on me,amor.”

My eyelids flutter with every thrust of his cock inside me as I peer up at his dark brown eyes. The look he’s giving me is a languid one, tired and euphoric all at once, and there’s a sheen of sweat beginning to coat his skin.

My fingers grip his forearms as he places his hands on either side of my head, holding tightly as he pounds into me. My head sways with each movement, and I struggle to keep my eyes open as the pressure in my core grows more intense.

“Feels sogood,” I strain out just before another moan fumbles through my lips. “So full, Luca.Fuck.”

“Open your eyes, Finley.” He lifts one of his hands from the mattress to brush my hair from my face, cradling me as he presses his lips to my ear. “Look up at me, baby. Come on.Para mí? I want to see that pretty face when I come inside you.”

A pathetic whine bursts from my mouth at his words, and I instinctively tighten the hold my legs have around his hips. The thought of his cum filling me up makes butterflies flit deep in my core. He pulls his face back to look at me again, and my brows furrow as I struggle to keep my eyes open. He’s fucking me so hard, the bed scratches against the wooden floor as it shifts slightly.

Before him, missionary was just a position you lie in when you want it to be over already, when the guy gets what he needs in the two minutes that it takes, and then you’re alone again. But now… Now, it’s my favorite. The eye contact. The way our bodies are so tightly pressed together. The angles he can hit when my legs are positioned just right.

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