He pushed up on one elbow, scanning her eyes as if seeking reassurance, and when Olivia’s breath slowed, she smiled at him, wonder and joy in her features.
But it was only a temporary reprieve and then Luca was moving again, and now his possession was hard and fast, showing Olivia how gentle he’d been the first time, how deferential to her inexperience. Pleasure had built quickly, but it was nothing compared to this. As he thrust into her again, and again, hard and fast, a primal, animalistic need spread like wildfire, so she was pushing up and rolling over, needing to be on top, to take more of him, all of him.
He growled, a low, husky sound, as he grabbed her hips, holding her deep on his length for a moment, then letting go, so Olivia controlled the rhythm, bucking and rolling hard and fast at first then moaning softly as she slowed down. His hand brushed her sex, his fingers pressing her there until the combination of his possession and his touch was too much, and she was tumbling again, over the edge of reality, into a field of utter heaven. But this time, she wasn’t alone. Luca lifted his hips, taking control once more, and then he was joining her, exploding as he said her name, then pulled her down towards him, kissing her as his body was wracked with his exploding pleasure, kissing her as both morphed into something beyond what they could recognise.
‘So, that’s sex, huh?’ She pushed up a little, to see into his eyes. Pleasure still throbbed between her legs, and she was glad he stayed inside her; she wasn’t ready to lose that intimacy yet.
‘Pretty much,’ he responded in kind, light-hearted, both somehow understanding that they needed to contrast the intensity of what they’d just shared with the casual nature of their relationship.
‘Well, I’m not sure I see what all the fuss is about,’ she said with obvious sarcasm, her body still trembling with the force of her release.
He laughed softly, caught her wrists then rolled them, pinning Olivia on her back beneath him, pulling out of her so she moaned, wanting him back more than anything. ‘Then perhaps you need another demonstration?’
She batted her eyelids, pretending to consider it. ‘That could be useful,’ she said after a lengthy pause.
‘Minx.’ But he laughed for as long as he was able, before taking one of her nipples in his mouth and biting down on it, hard enough to make her moan. Olivia lifted her hips, surrendering to the hedonism of this, and in the back of her mind, in the small part of her brain capable of rational thought, she was aware of how fortunate she was. She’d married a man who was teaching her the pleasure her body was capable of feeling, and in a few weeks, they’d walk away from one another—no hard feelings. It was everything she hadn’t known she’d wanted, until she’d married Luca Giovanardi.