“Are you ready for dessert?”
I nodded as I stood to join him, but he pushed me back into the chair. Leaning down behind me, he nibbled my ear. “Let me grab the tiramisu and coffee.”
When he left the room, I finally took a breath. I was so fucking worked up that his mouth on my ear would’ve been enough to make me come.
Luca returned to the dining room,carrying a tray with one piece of tiramisu and one coffee.
“Why’s there only one?”
He smiled.
Clearing the plate from in front of me, Luca lifted me onto the table. He sat in my chair and grabbed the tiramisu. Dumbfounded, I couldn’t find the words to ask what he was doing.
Handing me the small plate, he slid his hands up my calves to my knees, slowly parting them.He brushed a kiss on one knee, then looked up at me. “Take a bite.”
The fork glided through the layers, the sponge springing up. I placed it in my mouth and, without breaking eye contact, slowly slid it out between my red-painted lips.
I’d never had such perfect tiramisu. Hummingindelight, I went to put the plate down, but Luca stopped me. “No, you eat your dessert, and I’ll eat mine.”
His words had my core throbbing. Cutting off another piece, I smiled at him. “Sounds good to me.”
As I ate another bite, Luca kissed up my thighs, his hands pushing up the hem of my dress.
I stilled as his head inched closer to my pussy. His eyes shot up to me and then at the small plate in my hand. Raising one of his thick black eyebrows, he lifted his chin. I took another bite, and he continued his trip up my thigh.
Another bite and he pulled me to the edge of the table. I set my feet on the arms of the chair and let my knees fall even wider. Luca’s hot breath hitting my wet panties sent a shiver up my body. He ran his tongue over the scrape of fabric, his nose pressing against me.
My hips shot up. “Fuck, Luca.”
“Eat,Sasha.” His fingers dug into my thighs, stilling me.
Even though his eyes stayed on my pussy, I nodded and took another bite.
Luca’s hand slid up my hips and gently pulled down my panties. I lifted to help, leaving most of my ass hanging off the table. My body ached, waiting for him to touch me. My toes curled into the armrests, anchoring me, giving me a sense of stability.
As the fork sliced the remaining tiramisu, Luca’s tongue flicked my clit. I gasped, nearly dropping the plate on his head. Slowly, his tongue slid up my slit, each time a little harder. My thighs shook, the tension building in my body.
His flat tongue pressed against my clit, rolling against the pulsing bundle of nerves. My hips jerked away from him. It was too much and not enough all at once, but his hands squeezed my ass, keeping me in place.
Rocking against his tongue, my hands flexed, and the fork and plate clattered to the floor. I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer as if it was possible. Two thick fingers slid into me, curling to hit my g spot as he sucked my clit. My body trembled against him, seconds from coming undone.
Luca’s free hand grabbed my ass with bruising force as his teeth nipped my clit. That was it. Heat rushed through me as I spasmed around his fingers. I pulled at his hair, but his mouth continued to work against me, prolonging my orgasm.
“Luca, stop.” I panted. “I need a minute.”
He grunted and pulledaway with my fingers still locked in his hair. Reaching up, he pried my hands from hisstrandsand stood. Licking his swollen, wet lips, he moved his glazed-over eyes up my body.
Reaching around me, he unzipped my dress and pulled it over my head. His hands grazed my soft stomach, the pouch that I’d made my peace with years ago, and I jerked away from him, laughing.
“That tickles.”
His lips pulled into a lazy grin. “I know. I like watching you squirm.”
Lowering his face, he claimed my lips in a wet, messy kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue, and I grew excited again. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as I worked to get him as naked as I was. Becoming impatient, he pulled back a moment to pull the shirt over his head.
In the candlelight, I could make out the definition of his torso. Perfection, he was perfection. I promised myself that I would memorize every dip, line, and scar. I wanted to remember everything about Luca.
He trailed kisses down my neck, biting my collarbone. The way he sucked the thin skin, I knew I would be abruised-upmess in the morning. His hands reached around me to unclasp my bra, leaving me naked and vulnerable on his dining room table.