“Like that,Sash. Fuck.”
Humming, I continued to move on his shaft. The vibrations made his legs shake, and his hand in my hair tightened, making my scalp sting.I slid a hand between my wet thighs, and I stroked myself, trying to relieve the ache building there. My muscles tightened as I pushed two slick fingers inside. If I did it right, we’d both come at the same time.
Just when I thought he was one second from blowing, Luca pulled me up by my hair, his lips crashing intomineas he lifted one of my legs and slammed into me.His mouth swallowed my yelp as he fucked me into the cold tile wall. Every thrust pushed my shoulder blades harder into the slate, his body allowing no room to move. I held on to his shoulders, afraid of slipping as my legs turned to jelly.In a matter of seconds, I’d completely lost control of the situation.
Luca was a man possessed. Hepumpedinto me, taking my breath away with every thrust. His thumb found my clit, and he mercilessly stroked me into a panting mess.
I dug nails into his back, my mouth biting his neck to stay grounded, to pay the feeling forward.
“Luca! Fuck!”
Luca’s brown eyes bore into me, and this time I didn’t have to be told to keep my eyes open. I wanted to. I wanted to be there totally in the moment with Luca.
“I fucking love you, Sasha.”
His words, his eyes, his fucking fantastic body pushed me over the edge. I screamed out my release, coming so undone I leaned all my weight onto Luca.
Before the shake of my orgasm waned, Luca thrust hard one more time, coming as he buried his face in my neck.
We stayed locked together, panting and murmuring sweet words, until we both recovered. Cuddling in the shower was a novel experience for me. It was intimate and weird and a bit chilly. Luca gently pulled out, leaving me feeling a little sore but a whole lot satisfied.
He readjusted the water’s temperature, then rinsed off. Propping me up, he moved me under the warm stream of water and shampooed my hair. “Good morning.” He kissed my nose before grabbing the conditioner.
Yawning, I gave him a sleepy smile. “Morning.”
He carefully rinsed my hair and soaped up my body. It wasn’t until we were drying off that either of us spoke.
“I want you to come to my family’s holiday dinner.”
Combing through my wet, red waves, I watched him in the mirror. “When’s that?”
“Saturday before Christmas.”
“Okay.”
He shook his head, his face scrunched in confusion. “Really?”
I laughed. “Yes, really. You met my family. It’s only fair.”
He blew out a breath, wrapping his arms around me. “Thank you, baby. I’m so excited for them to meet you. Dante’s been singing your praises since Halloween, and my mom’s eager to meet the mysterious red-haired beauty.”
Turning in his arms, I wrapped mine around his neck. “Oh, I like that. Mysterious red-haired beauty.”
Nodding, Luca smiled down at me. “I think Dante’s going to try to steal you away.”
Our lips an inch apart, I smiled. “Don’t worry. I don’t like younger men.” Luca chuckled, and I pressed my lips to his cheek. “Although Dante does call me a princess. I do like the idea of being royalty.”
“Who wants to be a princess when you can be a fucking queen?” He nipped my bottom lip and trailed his lips down my body.
Luca proceeded to make us both late for work by showing me just how he would bow down to his queen.
* * *
Nerves hit like a motherfucker as we pulled up to the Moretti’s house. Strike that. Mansion. It was a fucking mansion.
Expensive foreign cars lined the drive. A valet took Luca’s keys and pointed us up a beautiful walkway.
I brushed my fingers against the velvet of my dress, silently cursing. I regretted the length as soon as I stepped out of my apartment and saw Luca dressed to the nines. The simple emerald skater dress would have been overkill for the Mitchell family Christmas dinner, but here I was committing a fashion faux pas at some rich people extravaganza. Maggie Mitchell always said you could never be overdressed, but I thought I was being reasonable. I should’ve known better than to trust Luca.Never trust a straight man to tell you what to wear to a damn event.