Page 41 of Moonlight & Matrimony
He smirks. “My wife is so impatient.”
“Luca…” I draw out his name like a plea.
He tugs both of my arms over my head, my wrists locked securely under one hand as his other trails down between my breasts, pausing to tweak one nipple, then carrying on past my belly, through my soaked pussy. “So fucking beautiful,” he mutters.
His fingers stroke gently over my clit, and I writhe under his teasing ministrations. The slow torture doesn’t last long before he’s lining himself up at my core, and slowly pushing in, inch by agonizing inch.
“I’m not fragile,” I seethe. When his gaze meets mine, his smile is devilish.
This motherfucker is torturing me on purpose.
“Tell me, wife. Did you enjoy listening to me come this morning?”
I grit my teeth, preparing to deny his accusations. “I don’t know… what… you’re talking about.” The words come out between gasps and pants as he continues to thrust, hard but torturously slowly.
“Mmmm. I don’t believe that for one second. How does it feel to know I had to fist my cock when all I wanted to do was strip you bare and take you right there in the hallway? To push you up against the wall and fuck you so hard you’d still feel me inside of you the next day.”
“Luca, please,” I beg. I can’t stand the anticipation. It’s simultaneously too much and not enough.
“That’s it. Beg for my cock.”
“Please, baby. I need you.”
“Good girl.” His lips meet mine in a bruising kiss as he plunges forward, and I cry out at the intrusion. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight.”
His mouth is going to be my undoing.
“Touch your pussy for me. I want to feel you strangle my cock when I fill you up.” He releases my wrists, caging me between his elbows as one of my hands finds his ass, his hips thrusting into me, setting an easy pace, while my other hand trails down to my clit. I feel myself immediately building towards an explosive orgasm as his hips thrust faster, our bodies entwined in a haze of pure lust.
“You feel so good, baby.”
“Come for me, wife.”
My body responds to his command and I shatter, stars dancing behind my eyes in the best orgasm of my life. Luca slows his thrusts, cupping my face almost tenderly as his orgasm claims him. He collapses into me in a mess of sweaty limbs, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high. He places a reverent kiss on my collarbone, then pulls me into his embrace, where I slowly drift to sleep encased in the safety of my husband’s arms, content and sated.
Chapter 10
Luca
? Speak Too Soon - Wild Rivers
Iwake up tangled in the sheets, reaching out to pull Ivy into my arms, but the bed is cold and empty. The curtains are drawn, but there’s a sliver of sunlight streaming in through the cracks. Rolling over to check the time, I come to the shocking realization that I slept in for the first time in years. If I hurry, I can still make it on time for work, so I shower and dress as quickly as possible before rushing out the door. I don’t see Ivy’s car in the drive, so I’m assuming she left to pick up Rylin. I make a mental note to text her later.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Miles snickers. “You look like a man who saw God last night.”
“I did get a good night’s rest, if that’s what you mean.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“So what’s on the agenda today, boss?” Deflection, thy name is Luca. Miles runs down a list of about a thousand things we need to get done, but I’m only half listening at this point. My mind is busy replaying scenes from the hottest night of my life.The way Ivy writhed and moaned beneath me will feature in all of my fantasies for years to come. There’s a very important conversation we need to have when I see her next, but all I can think about is how I’m going to get her into my bed again. And again. And again, if I have my way. Something tells me she’s not going to make it easy.
When I finally snap back to the present, Miles is looking at me with a self-satisfied smirk. “Yeah. I thought so,” he says, clapping me on the shoulder. “Let’s get started on the windows and I’ll run down the list when you’re not thinking with your dick.”
The rest of the morning is uneventful. I’ve developed a decent rapport with the rest of the crew, and we’ve settled into an easy groove. It’s always a little awkward when you’re the new guy, but they’re all good people, and they’ve welcomed me with open arms.
“Lunch at Rosie’s?” Miles asks.
“Sure, let me just drop off my stuff in the office.”
