Page 40 of Indebted

He doesn’t see me that way at all. And it makes me feel free for the first time.

So free, I run a hand over his head while whispering, “I want you to eat me. Please.” His mouth pulls upward at the corners an instant before he lowers his head to do just that.

I’m lost again at the first touch of his tongue against my slick flesh. I’m wet enough to soak into the sheet under me, and only wetter once he starts lapping at me. “Oh, yes,” I moan, spreading my legs as wide as I can to give him access to my throbbing clit.

He touches the tip of his tongue to it and I have to bite down on my fist to keep from screaming because yes, oh, fuck, it’s so good. Even better when he moans like this is doing something for him. Like he likes it, too, the taste of me. Turning me into a whimpering, shaking, writhing animal. I’m so hungry for this, so hungry for him.

Then he draws my clit between his teeth and flicks with his tongue and I’m gone, totally lost, hips shooting up as an orgasm crashes into me all at once. He holds me down and I fight against him, my thighs clenching his head, my body simultaneously trying to make him stop this exquisite torture and to hold him in place so it never ends. There’s a sob building in my chest even as laughter tears its way out of me. I can’t explain either. I have no idea what’s happening or why.

When he adds two thick digits, pushing them inside me, I’d swear the house is about to come down around us. I can’t hold it in anymore. “Luca!” I sob, laughing and crying all at once. “No more, please, I can’t!”

He’s laughing when he lifts his head, withdrawing his fingers and leaving me gasping for air. I can’t move. I can barely open my eyes.

When I do, though, I have the experience of watching him lick his fingers clean. The look on his face is one of a man lost in pleasure, like he’s tasting some exquisite delicacy. It’s dirty, filthy, and so fucking hot. That’s me he’s licking off his skin. Part of me. And he loves it.

One glance at the wet spot on the front of his boxer briefs confirms this. He’s so excited, barely holding himself back while giving me the most intense orgasm of my life. I reach for him, hooking my fingers around his waistband and pulling the underwear down so he can spring free. “Bring that here,” I whisper, sitting up partway to take him in my mouth while he kneels in front of me.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” He holds the back of my head in one hand while thrusting into my mouth. He tastes slightly tangy, slightly salty against my tongue. I run it along the underside of his shaft and he groans helplessly before his hips begin a slow, steady thrust in time with my bobbing head.

With his other hand he returns his attention to my pussy. When I flinch away from his touch against my sensitive clit, he runs his fingertip around my quivering hole instead. Fresh, almost blinding sensation explodes there and I moan my approval, spreading my legs, inviting him.

“Hungry little pussy,” he grunts. “Needy little cunt. What do you want? You want me to fuck you with my fingers?” I moan in reply, making him surge in my mouth.

He enters me again, stretching my tunnel the way he stretches me with his dick. Oh, God, I am hungry. Needy. I didn’t know how much until now, when the sloppy, wet sounds of him fucking me with his fingers mixes with the sound of me slurping on his dick. I want more of it. I want all he can give me.

“That’s right.” His hand tightens around my head, holding me still before his thrusting picks up speed. “Make sure I’m nice and hard for when I fuck you. When I drive deep inside you. Is that what you want?”

I’ve never wanted anything more. “Mm-hmm,” I manage before he plunges deep again, hitting the back of my throat.

“Come for me again,” he grunts, pounding his fingers into me, his knuckles slamming against my sensitive flesh. And even that’s good. It’s all so fucking good. “Be a good girl and come for me so I can reward you.”

Yes. It builds again, so fast, almost scary. But somewhere deep in the back of my mind I know there’s nothing to be afraid of. He’s here. He’s with me. Whatever happens, he’ll help me through it.

And it’s that more than anything that gives me the final push over the edge. My legs snap shut and I have to let him slip out of my mouth for fear of hurting him. “Good girl,” I hear him croon over my muffled moans, my face buried in the mattress to quiet what I can’t hold in, my voice breaking. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

But God, I want to find out.

And when I look up at him and find him staring down at me, stroking himself, I know I’m about to.

“Come here.” He takes me by the arm, settling on his calves and pulling me into his lap. “Take what you need, Delilah. I’m going to watch while you do.” I hover over him, legs spread, both of us looking down at where he’s positioning himself at my entrance.

And I lower myself and oh, yes, this is perfect. The way he fills me inch by inch as I settle onto him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, my feet on the mattress. It’s like nothing else I’ve ever felt. “My God, Luca,” I whisper once I reach his base and we’re as locked together as possible.

“Ride me,” he rasps against my skin, his teeth scraping my throat. “Let me see what you can do.”

Holy shit. His words make me move. I want to show him. I want to make him feel what I’m feeling.

It takes a moment to get my rhythm going, but once I do I settle into a slow, sensuous grind. “Fuck…” He wraps his arms around my back and pulls me closer. “That’s nice. Work my cock, baby. Work it slow.”

When he lifts his head from my throat I skim his jaw before catching his mouth. He kisses me back—deep, slow, his tongue thrusting in time with the way he moves inside me. I have to come up for air and when I do he kisses his way over my throat, my chest. I lean back and he takes the opportunity to sweep his tongue across my nipples, back and forth.

Yes. This is what I need. Being supported by his strong arms while he drives me absolutely insane. I don’t need to think. I don’t need to worry. I only need to feel. This is about what I want, what I crave, and what I crave most is oblivion. Forgetting everyone and everything else in favor of what makes me scream.

Right now, it’s Luca’s dick inside me. It’s the way my clit grinds against his base. The nasty little things he whispers and grunts in my ear when I sit up again, our bodies pressed together. “Fuck me,” he commands. Begs. “Fuck me until you cream on my cock. One more time, baby. Can you do that?”

Yes. I can. I have to. “I think I’m going to…” I gasp, so close now.

“You’re going to make me come, too,” he pants. I feel his desperation, his need, and I meet it with my own. We’re in this together, coming apart at the seams but holding each other so we don’t fall to pieces. He feels even bigger inside me but that’s because my muscles are tightening. My nipples rub against his chest and I can barely breathe and we’re both starting to sweat and oh my God, I could do this forever. I wish it would never end.

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