Without a word, he shot up from the bed.
I watched my handsome devil unzip his slacks and slide them down his toned thighs. “Mmm…”
“I thought you were tired,” he said with a mischievous look in his eyes.
“I can look, can’t I?”
He smirked as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it over his shoulders, revealing his scarred, muscled stomach. “Go ahead.”
My skin tingled with desire, heat flooded between my thighs, and my skin dotted with tiny bumps of arousal. Clearly, my body and mind were not in agreement because I needed sleep more than an orgasm.
After Luca organized his clothes on the chair next to the window, he climbed into bed beside me. I scooted across the silky sheets, and he hooked his strong arm around me. I traced my thumb along his jaw, stopping at his lips.
His eyes flickered with madness. “My little devil,” he whispered against my lips. “Do you need me to feed your demons?”
I wet my lips with my tongue. “Kiss me until I fall asleep.”
Luca clutched the side of my face and crushed my lips with a kiss, sweeping his tongue into my mouth as his fingers wove through my curls. His touch was soft and loving, an unusual side to Luca.
I wrapped my leg around him and rocked my hips. He grabbed my hand, moving it over top of his rock-hard cock that poked through the slit on his black Dolce & Gabbana boxer briefs.
“You drive me crazy, baby,” he whispered between kisses.
“Luca,” I moaned. “What happened to just kissing?”
He laughed, then dipped his hand between my thighs. “I am just kissing you.”
“No, you’re not.” I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth as he shoved his hand down my shorts and rolled his thumb over my clit. “Oh, God, Luca. Mmm…”
“I know you need to come, baby,” he said in a husky voice that made my skin burn. “Let me take care of you.”
My resolve faded as he rubbed my clit, ripping another moan from my throat. I kicked off my shorts and flipped onto my back. Luca didn’t waste a second, quickly moving between my spread thighs with a greedy look in his eyes.
He caged me against the mattress and pushed up my shirt. A cool breeze blew in from the open French doors. The chill in the air and his mouth on my skin caused my nipples to harden into points. Luca bit my lip as he teased my wetness with his finger. I arched my back, and Luca groaned, kissing me harder as he deepened the kiss.
We kissed for what felt like hours, his fingers working their magic between my legs. Luca was never sweet or gentle with me, but he wasn’t his rough and possessive self. Something had shifted between us.
As our lips separated, he pulled my shirt over my head and threw it across the room. He watched his fingers move inside me, his eyes widening with each thrust.
Gentle, soft, loving.
Was he capable of this?
His tongue glided across my hot skin, bringing me seconds away from an orgasm. I could feel it building with each flick, heat coiling in my belly as he massaged my inner walls with care. Luca’s tongue rolled over my throbbing clit, and then he spread me open with his tongue, igniting every pleasure point in my body at once.
My skin pricked with bumps, a mixture of cold and warmth spreading down my arms and legs. Luca held me down as he licked me aggressively, his tongue taking me to new heights. With his hand on my breast and his tongue licking my pussy, I came so damn hard I saw stars.
I reached between us and grabbed his cock, his shaft long and hard and growing even harder in my hand. He removed his boxers and positioned himself between my thighs.
“Go slow.”
“Whatever my queen wants,” he whispered.
As he inched inside me, he ran his fingers up and down my thigh, taking his time. He broke through my inner walls with his thick cock. I didn’t think a man like Luca could make love to me, so I soaked up every second of this moment.
“Luca,” I whimpered as he kissed my lips.
“You feel so good, baby.” He sucked on my lip as he rocked his hips. “Fuck, I missed you.”