Page 102 of If You Say So

“Lie back and let me lick you then,” I ordered. “And just know this isn’t the only time it’s ever

going to happen.”

Her face went positively wicked as she clenched the sheets underneath of her in two fists.

Then I bit the inside of her thigh, causing her to jerk.

“What the hell, Luca?” She laughed, playfully pushing on my forehead.

I went back to work—or play depending on how you looked at it—tasting her.

She squirmed underneath my touch, and when I knew she was getting closer, I abandoned her clit

for a few moments to thrust my tongue into her entrance.

She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair, and moaned into the ever-brightening morning air.

“Luca, please,” she begged.

I knew what she wanted.

To come.

But I didn’t want her to come.

Not yet, anyway.

I wanted her on the edge, teetering over but not quite falling.

Because I wanted to be inside of her when I came.

I wanted to feel her pussy muscles ripple and quake around me.

When I knew she was too close, knew that any second my attentions were going to push her over, I

crawled back up between her thighs.

She watched me come with her eyes glazed over in need.

Her body welcomed me home when I pressed myself fully to her. Arms wrapping around my neck

and her legs going around my hips, she shifted her hips. Telling me silently that she was ready.

I put one elbow on the bed beside her head and leaned slightly to the left so that I could reach my cock between her thighs.

“Oh, Luca,” she whispered. “You feel big.”

I didn’t know if I was big.

I did know that she made me feel big, though.

The moment that my cock was notched at her entrance, her breath hitched.

I began pushing inside, all the while keeping my eyes solidly locked on hers.

Her mouth parted in the cutest little O as I began, and I stopped for a moment to ask if she was all right.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice shaky. “More than all right.”

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