He chuckled as he kissed up the inside of my thigh, his nose nudging the wet satin between my legs. His lips latched around my clit over my panties, and he sucked. Oh lord, did he suck.
My legs turned to jelly, and my head flew back into the cabinet with a thud. I grabbed a handful of his coarse, black locks, trapping him between my thick thighs. Luca turned his head, biting me hard. Moaning, I bucked my hips as he pushed my panties aside and thrust two fingers easily.
“Fuck!” I grunted, fucking his hand right back.
“Watch yourself ride my hand, baby.”
I opened my eyes, and Luca shoved my skirt out of the way. My belly blocked my view, so I leaned forward and gripped the edge of the counter for balance. The sight of his thick fingers disappearing and then gliding back out set me off. I clamped down on his fingers, and he pressed his thumb to my clit, sending a second shock through me. I cried out, falling back against the cabinet.
Luca’s fingers continued to work me, helping me ride out my orgasm. When the fluttering stopped, he pulled his fingers from me.
“I fucking love you,” I panted out.
Luca gathered me off the counter and into a hug. “I fucking love you too.”
We stood in the kitchen holding each other until the doorbell rang. Luca sighed. “That’ll be Marco and Frankie.”
I buried my face in his chest and mumbled, “Don’t go.”
He laughed, the sound vibrating through me as he squeezed me tightly to him. After a few deep breaths, we reluctantly parted, and he helped me get decent before tucking himself into his pants. “I guess I’ll go let them in.”
I poured myself a glass of water and sat at the kitchen island. The guys all came in a moment later.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Marco said.
“No, you’re not.”
He shrugged and leaned against the counter where Luca had just made me see stars. I smiled into my glass.
Frankie went straight for the fridge, not even a wave in my direction. While he rifled through the drawers, I asked Marco, “So where are you two off to tonight?”
“Nowhere special.”
“Awesome.”
And that was the last bit of conversation we had until Luca came into the kitchen in a fresh suit.
“Ready to go?” Luca passed an envelope to Frankie while talking to Marco.
“Yeah. See ya, Red.”
“Ugh.”
Luca came over and gave me a kiss that held remnants of the heat we’d had. His lips tasted like me. I felt a possessive satisfaction that he would be out in the world with me on his tongue.
“Be safe,” I mumbled into his lips.
“Always.”
It wasn’t until Luca was out of view that I turned toward Frankie, who leaned on the island, his face in his phone.
“Frankie.”
“Sasha.”
“How was your day?”
He glanced up from his phone without lifting his head. “Really?”