Sofia
Say yes.
I don’t know what happened.
I was convinced Luca wasn’t coming back. That no one would bother him with the news of the intruder, that I’d be here with Caterina and Ana until Sunday night or Monday rolled around, and Luca would come strolling in only to find out that all hell had broken loose while he was gone.
But that’s not what happened at all.
Instead, he came rushing home. Rushing tome. And the look on his face when he burst through the bedroom door was like nothing I’d ever seen before.
It wasn’t the look of a man who was pissed that someone had broken into his home or threatened his possessions.
It was frantic. Terrified.Lost.
And it hadn’t changed until he’d fallen into bed with me, his mouth devouring mine like a starving man, his hands grasping at me as if he’s not entirely sure that I’m real.
I can’t help but respond to it. My heart is pounding in my chest, the sudden, desperate need to touch and be touched, to know that I’m alive, tofeelwashing over me in waves that feel as if they might drown me, but I don’t want to come up to the surface.
I want to sink with him.
Luca’s kisses sear my lips, his tongue sliding into my mouth with a possessive hunger that makes me feel electrified as we strip away each other’s clothing. The sight of him shirtless makes my heart race all over again, and I run my hands over him as he slides between my legs. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and I want to touch all of him, every muscular inch.
His fingers slide against the wet folds of my pussy, making me gasp and moan as they slip between, teasing me with the light touch, and I hear him groan, his cock throbbing against my leg.
“I want you,” he whispers, his voice a hoarse growl that sends a bolt of lust through me. I never thought I could make any man sound like that—hungry, desperate—but Luca sounds as if he’s barely holding back, clinging to a shred of control that I could make him lose in an instant.
Just like our wedding night.I remember the way he surged against me, the way that he lost himself for just a few minutes, and I want that again.
Just for a little while, I want to not think about whether we should or shouldn’t.
To not worry about what’s right or wrong.
I just want my husband. Just for tonight.
We can figure the rest out in the morning.
“Yes,” I whisper, my hands running through his thick dark hair, down to the rasp of black stubble on his jaw, my body trembling with desire. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Oh god.” He groans, kissing me again, his mouth fierce and hard against mine as he presses me down into the mattress, his hands roving hungrily down the curve of my waist and over my hips. “I want to taste you, Sofia, I want to make you come so hard—”
I gasp as Luca’s lips trail to my throat, nipping at the soft flesh there, sucking lightly and then harder as his hand squeezes my breast, his thumb rolling over my nipple. I know he’s leaving a mark on my throat, but I don’t care. It feels so good, sensitizing every part of me as the fingers of his other hand slip inside of me, moving in slow strokes as I grind into his palm.
He keeps going, his mouth trailing down to my collarbone, setting his teeth lightly into my flesh there before continuing down. He kisses between my breasts, licking first one nipple and then another, until I’m squirming under him and arching my hips, wanting more. It feels so good, itallfeels so good, but I want to come. I’ve had enough teasing, enough of touching myself and wondering what it would be like for Luca to do it.
“I want you to make me come,” I beg. “Please, Luca, I want to know what it feels like—”
He looks down at me, his eyes glittering darkly. “Right now?” His fingers speed up inside of me, curling as he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit, rolling it underneath as he begins to thrust faster. “Do you want me to make you come right fucking now, Sofia?”
“Yes! Oh god, yes, please—” I half sob the words, writhing in his grip as he fingers me harder, rubbing my clit with his thumb until I feel like I’m going to go mad.
“Then come for me, Sofia.” His voice rolls over me, smooth like silk, thick like smoke, intoxicating like wine. “I want my pussy to come.”
And just like that, I’m thrown back to that night, overcome with pleasure as he teased me to the brink again and again, desperate for it. I think of him fingering me over the couch, of his hot cum on my ass. I hear a sound coming from my lips that I’ve never heard before as the orgasm hits me, my entire body arching off of the bed as I come harder than I ever have in my life, almost screaming with pleasure as I buck against his hand.
He drives his fingers into me hard, his thumb still rubbing my clit, and the waves crash over me until I feel like I can’t breathe, like I might die. I’m still quivering when Luca pulls his fingers out of me and slides down the bed, pushing my thighs open wide so that he can see my fluttering, clenching pussy, my body crying out for more.
“Don’t stop—” I pant, my hips rising off of the bed as Luca runs his hands up my inner thighs.