Page 60 of Luca
“I can smell your arousal,” he breathed, then the tip of his tongue touched my folds and my head fell back. My eyes fluttered shut and sensation filled every single inch of me. “Put your hands on your tits, bella.”
God, his voice in that low tone was like my personal sex line. Or maybe my hormones were so jacked up that everything turned me on.
I cupped my breasts through my shirt, which were heavy and aching, and squeezed my nipples. Pleasure shot through me. A moan left my lips. God, it had been so long since a man had touched me.
Luca dipped his head and licked me, and all thought evaporated. Growling, he pressed his face closer, his stubble rough against my soft skin and he tongued my entrance.
“Fuck, you are so wet for me.”
Was I wet for him? Or was this just a normal bodily response? I was scared to learn the answer.
He began moving his lips and tongue until he reached my clit. The first swipe of his tongue over it caused my hips to buck and throw my head back. It was electric, sensual and he hummed his approval. Tingles ran up and down my legs and I could only lie there as he did it again and again, flicking and circling the nub with his tongue.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I was so close. The man was so damn good at this.
His finger worked its way into my pussy, stretching me, and I moaned.
“Oh, my God, Luca,” I cried out. My hips ground against his face. “Don’t stop. It feels so–”
That earned me another finger and a long suck of my clit. My toes curled, and I could feel the orgasm building in my belly. It felt like a strong force of a hurricane that I worried whether it was healthy for the baby.
“I’m so close,” I breathed, tiny whimpers leaving my lips. “Oh, God. Keep going, please.”
My hips rocked hard against his face, my body desperate for release.
He was right. This could kill me, in the best possible way.
Luca continued to lap my clit and pump his fingers into my pussy. It was on the tip of my tongue to beg him to fuck me. I needed it like the air I breathed. The thought of his muscled body pounding into me pushed me over the edge.
My walls convulsed around his fingers, my limbs shaking and moans shattered the air. The most intense orgasm of my life washed over me, causing my heart to beat so fast that I thought it would cause a heart attack.
Luca never eased lapping up the wetness, his eyes closed, savoring me, as if he was enjoying this more than I was.
I sagged into the blanket, limp. Luca’s mouth gentled but he refused to stop. Each lap of his mouth sent a shiver down my spine. I stared at his beautiful face and something in my chest shifted. It terrified me. It thrilled me.
Hormones, my reason whispered.
His eyelids opened and our gazes clashed. The hazel in his eyes was greener than ever before. A fresh shot of desire rushed through me and I licked my lips. He continued to taste me while staring up at me. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to, scared I’d miss a single moment of the most sexually appealing man I’d ever known.
Then he crawled over me, his mouth coming within an inch from my lips. His chin glistened with my juices and I was tempted to dart my tongue out to taste myself on his lips.
I didn’t.
“This was a one-time thing,” I rasped in a hoarse voice.
The edges of his mouth curled. “Whatever you want, bella.”
Except, it sounded the exact opposite. The look in his eyes told me there’d be a lot of fucking going on. Jesus, or maybe my wishes were reflected in them. I was so goddamn confused.
“I’m serious, Luca,” I breathed.
He lifted to his full height. “So am I, Margaret. I’m a very patient man.”
He gently helped me to my feet, chastely kissed my cheek with that filthy mouth, and then left without another word or a backward glance. I looked on, dumbfounded as I contemplated the meaning of those words.
Oh God. I needed to do a better job of resisting him.
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