Page 37 of Sexted By a Stranger
"Drunk already?"
I nodded honestly, feeling my head grow heavier.
The next second, he'd already wrapped his arm around me, guiding me through the perfumed crowd.
"Hold on, we're going home."
The night breeze outside was cool. I greedily took a deep breath, slightly dispersing the burning in my cheeks and mental fog.
Luca protected my head, carefully settling me into the spacious passenger seat. The seat's softness and leather's cool touch made me sigh in comfort.
The car was quiet, Luca's familiar, reassuring scent permeating beside me.
I turned to look at him. Flowing lights and shadows outside flickered across his sharply defined profile, outlining his highnose and tightly pressed lip line. He wasn't looking at me, but that calm profile inexplicably added allure.
I licked my dry lips. I could clearly hear my increasingly rapid heartbeat, thump-thump-thump, powerfully drumming.
Perhaps seeing my movement, Luca suddenly pulled over.
He unbuckled his seatbelt, his tall frame leaning over me. Shadow instantly enveloped me. One strong arm braced against the seat back beside me, the other hand gently caught my chin, forcing me to lift my head to meet his bottomless gaze.
His face was so close I could count his thick lashes, see the naked desire churning in the depths of his eyes.
"Stellina," He called my name low, breath brushing my lips. "You're very brave, and very tempting."
Watching his approaching lips, the secret desire in my heart broke through. I didn't dodge but met him instead.
Lips touching, his were warm and dry with a faint wine fragrance. He gently rubbed against mine, like a feather's sweep, igniting tiny sparks.
He seemed dissatisfied with this superficial intimacy, prying open my teeth and delving deep inside. His kiss carried a forceful rhythm, like flames sweeping through, completely igniting my inner desire. I responded passionately, trying to follow his rhythm but being led by his greater skill. The air turned scorching and thin. His arms tightened, circling my waist, pulling me against his solid chest.
He alternately sucked my lips, drawing soft moans from my throat. My hands climbed his shoulders, tightly grasping his shirt.
His palm explored beneath my dress, slowly moving up my waist, gently caressing the skin there. Feeling my trembling, hearing my soft moans, he satisfactorily left that tender skin, moving upward to stop at my chest. He pushed aside the last concealment, fingertips gently tracing over the peak.
"Luca..." I couldn't help voicing, but he sealed my lips. His entire hand grasped one of my breasts, kneading gently and slowly, yet causing me to moan continuously as waves of heat surged below.
I wanted him so much.
Sensing my rapid breathing, he pulled back slightly, forehead against mine, noses touching, breaths mingling.
His eyes were deep as night, churning with unfinished desire, locking onto my gaze.
Just as his palm was about to wander again—
The abrupt rapping suddenly shattered the small car's atmosphere.
I jerked back, burning face burying directly into Luca's chest, almost wanting to burrow into his suit.
His movements instantly froze. The dark fire churning in his eyes was suppressed. He turned his head, lowering the window a crack.
The traffic officer's expressionless face pointed at the no-parking sign, then waved his citation pad. "Sir, no parking allowed here."
Luca's jaw tensed into a sharp line, but he didn't explode.
He raised his hand, tapping his side window, signaling for the ticket.
The officer paused half a second but still tore off the ticket, circling to the driver's side to stick it on efficiently.
