Page 40 of Moonlight & Matrimony
“That’s the idea,” I tease a little breathlessly.
His eyes darken as he pulls my head back. “You’re going to ruin me,” he grumbles, his gruff voice sending shivers down my spine. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Just fucking touch me, Luca.”
“You’re not the one in control here, Trouble.”
“Please,” I moan. He takes one peak into his mouth, the metal clicking against his teeth as he tastes me. My hands find his hair as I pull him harder against my chest, seeking more friction. He switches to the other side, releasing my hair from his tight grip to trail his fingers down to my ass.
I reach between us, cupping his erection, and he pulls back to study my face. “Tell me you want this, Ivy. Tell me you need my cock and I’ll give it to you. I’d give you the fucking moon if you asked for it.”
I nod frantically.
“Words, Ivy. I need your words.”
“Fuck me, Luca.”
“Not here.” Before I can protest, he lifts me off the counter, carrying me towards the stairs.
“You’re going to drop me.”
“Never. I will never let anything hurt you, sweetheart,” he says, taking the stairs two at a time with ease as I cling to his body. Somehow, I believe him.
He pushes through the door to his room, and my eyes widen in amazement. There’s a massive king-size four poster in the middle of the space with dark green bedding that I’d love to burrow into. I barely have a moment to take in more of my surroundings when Luca tosses me down onto the plush surface.
He slowly crawls over me until his mouth hovers a breath away from mine. “You’re so goddamn sexy.” He cups my face tenderly, bringing our lips together for a brief kiss before raising up onto his knees to undo his jeans. “Strip, Ivy. I’m not a patient man.”
I quickly tug off my already disheveled tank top and pull down my shorts, leaving me in nothing but a lacy thong. Luca groans at the sight before him and his hand stills on his zipper.
“Fuck, you look delicious. Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” He backs off the bed, stripping off his shirt as he goes, before removing his jeans and swiftly tossing them off to the side. I freeze, my eyes roaming down his body before snapping back to meet his piercing stare at the gruff command in his voice when he says, “Now.”
“Bossy.”
“Brat.”
We smirk at each other, both of us trying to hold in our laughter until I finally spread my legs and the heat returns in full force. My attention snags on the impressive bulge in his boxer briefs, and he doesn’t miss a beat. “See something you like?”
“Mmm hmm,” I say.What are words anyway?
“Come here,wife. Crawl to me.”
The title sends a rush of need coursing through my veins. I slowly shift onto all fours, crawling across the bed towards the lust-filled gaze of my husband.
“Open that pretty mouth for me.” I don’t have it in me to be defiant anymore as my entire body vibrates with need. Iwantto taste him. Ever so slowly, Luca lowers his boxers, revealing his rock hard erection in all its glory.
He tilts my chin up, opening my jaw wider with his thumb before pushing his cock into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the tip in response. “That’s it. Look how fucking perfect you are.”
He pushes in further, hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water as we start to move in tandem, encouraging him to fuck my mouth in earnest.
“Such a pretty girl, so full of my cock.” I moan around the head as I push a hand between his legs to cup his balls. His eyes close, a strained expression taking over his face as he tilts his head to the ceiling. He pulls back suddenly, and I gasp, trying to catch my breath. “Fuck. You’re gonna make me embarrass myself. I need to feel you around me, and I don’t mean your mouth.”
Luca pushes me onto my back, and I shift closer to the headboard for leverage. He rounds the side of the bed, pulling open his nightstand where he grabs a condom and tosses it onto the bed. The mattress dips when he crawls between my knees, sheathing himself as I look on, one hand pushed under my panties, circling my clit. He stares at me with a sly grin as he rolls the condom down his length. “Are you wet for me?”
“Why don’t you find out, baby?” I tease, removing my hand and holding it out for his approval. He takes my fingers between his lips and fucking moans — I damn near come on the spot.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” He reaches out and tears my thong at the seam, tossing it over the side of the bed, And that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “This all for me?” he asks, running two fingers between my thighs.
“God, yes. Fuck me.”
