Page 91 of Luca
“I want you to feel good too,” I murmured softly.
I meant the words. I’d figure out the consequences later, but he had given and I wanted to reciprocate. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
Shifting to my feet, he pulled me down.
“Straddle me,” he demanded.
I didn’t need him to repeat it. I shifted around and did as he ordered, my belly the only space between us.
“Hmm,” I murmured, dragging my hand down his chest. The material of his dress shirt felt cool under my palm. But the feel of his hard muscles enticed me. I loosened the first button, then the next, the glimpse of inked skin slowly coming to view.
The encounter came to mind when I caught him jacking off in the shower. On our honeymoon.
His lips were barely an inch away. A tremor ran through me as I closed the distance. Our breaths mixed. My mouth brushed against his. Then I pressed my lips to his and kissed him. Lazily. Softly. He parted his mouth and I slid my tongue inside.
He tasted of whiskey, sin, and temptation. Like my husband. Likemine.
A groan vibrated deep in his chest and his hand came to my nape. He cupped the back of my head in a tightening hold as he took control of the kiss. He sucked on my tongue. Explored every single corner of my mouth. My heart drummed in my ears, blood rushed through my veins.
I never wanted to come up for air. Death by a kiss would be the most delicious way to go. I lightly dragged my teeth over his bottom lip.
He nipped my bottom lip. “You’d be worth dying for, Wife,” he muttered.
His hard cock ground against my core, waking a sex-starved monster inside me.
“Maybe you’re going to be the death of me, Husband,” I replied.
Something like conflict danced across his expression but it was gone as quickly as it came.
My eyes lowered between us, my pregnant belly filling the gap between us. He still had his pants on.
“This might be awkward with my pregnant belly.”
He considered the words, then shifted us so that he laid back on the couch and my knees were straddling him while I sat on top of him.
I reached for his belt and unbuckled it. The sound of the zipper followed, electrifying the air. Before I could reach inside his pants, his big hand wrapped around mine. My eyes flicked to Luca’s gaze, my eyebrows raised in question.
With expert movements, he loosened his tie and yanked it off.
“Blindfold,” he rasped.
“But I want to see you.”
“Blindfold will make it better. Trust me,” He pushed his hips up, showing me what I’d be missing. A shiver rolled through me, pressure and heat sparking as he ground my clit against his pelvis.
I was a weak, weak woman, because I found myself nodding. Eagerly at that.
He sat half-way up, pulling a blindfold from the drawer of the table beside the couch, and expertly put the blindfold on. Once he was satisfied it was on tightly, I heard the rustle of clothes. He took my hands and put them on my chest.
“Hold on.”
I barely had time to process the words, when he grabbed my hips and thrust his hips up and then he was inside me. A sharp gasp left me as he dragged me down his cock, filling me to the hilt.
Time stilled.
My pulse skidded to an awkward stop, then resumed its wild pounding. My skin buzzed, coming alive for the first time since Vegas.
He was big and so deep inside of me that it stung. A delicious kind of feeling. Everything seemed heightened with the blindfold on. I could hear his hard breathing, feel his heart thundering against my palms.
