I closed my eyes to collect myself as Luca toyed with the edge of my panties, dragging them through my wetness. Unbuckling his belt, I rushed to unbutton his pants, tearing the zipper down. He lifted his hips, and I tugged at his pants until he was free.
Gripping the base of his cock tightly, I smiled as Luca’s head lolled back and his chest rumbled. His fingers let go of my panties, and they snapped against me, sending a pinch of pain to my clit. I yelped, and his gaze found mine. Gone was sentimental Luca, and in his place was the man that could fuck me to death and have me begging for round two.
He fisted one side of my panties, at first pulling it from my hip, then with a flick of the wrist, they tore from my body, the elastic snapping against me. “Get on my cock, Sasha.”
I swallowed, going up on my knees over him. My hands trembled with excitement as I rested them on his shoulders. He grabbed his shaft, rubbing the head from clit to ass, gathering my arousal. “You’re so fucking wet. You ready for me?” His voice vibrated through me, creating an ache only he could ease.
“Yes,” I moaned, moving my hips, trying to slide him inside. Luca grabbed my ass, keeping me in place as he circled my clit with his wet tip. My head fell back, and I let out a frustrated groan. Now wasn’t the time for one of his little power trips. Arching into him, I stopped fighting his hold, and when I did, he thrust up into me, each time getting a little deeper until I sat completely down on him.
“Fuck.” I dropped my chin and caught his mouth in a messy kiss. My tongue thrust into his mouth, claiming every inch.
Luca’s hand wrapped around my throat, the pressure light but present. He guided me back so he could look me in the eye. “I love the way you feel around my cock. You going to ride me?”
As I opened my mouth to speak, he swiveled his hips, grinding into my clit. “Yes,” I breathed out.
He put both hands on my hips with a vicious squeeze, lifting me and slamming me back down. It only took him doing it a few times before I gripped his shoulders and started to move on my own. Sliding to the tip and coming back down hard, making him hit so deep it was a little painful.
But fuck, did it hurt so good.
As I moved on top of him, Luca squeezed my ass, moving up my body until one of his giant hands cupped my breast while the other plucked at my tight nipple. He let out a frustrated breath and pulled the neckline of my dress, along with the cups of my lacy bra, down. With my nipples exposed, Luca took one in his mouth, his teeth nipping and tugging, making me lose my rhythm for a moment because I was arching into him.
He slapped my ass, the sting jarring me from the trance his mouth put me in. “Focus.” He moved to the other nipple, sucking until I squirmed, trying to ruin his composure. Rolling my hips with every downward movement, he gripped me like a vise, his hands tightening to the point of bruising.
His fingers trailed down the crack of my ass, reaching where we were joined. Wetting them, he slid them back up and circled my ass. I tensed around him, holding my breath in anticipation. He chuckled against my chest, and with one more brush of his thumb, he brought his fingers to my clit and rubbed back and forth.
Luca’s mouth worked in tandem with his hand to make me dizzy. My rise and fall became erratic as I chased my orgasm. As if sensing I needed a little push, Luca tugged my nipple and slapped my ass as I took all of him inside. His dark eyes gazed into mine, maintaining a connection I never thought I would feel—a connection I thought I’d lost.
Love poured between us. Every part of me linked to him. A small pinch of my clit and my whole body convulsed, my pussy clamping down until I was afraid Luca would be stuck inside me forever.
He pumped into me from below with shallow movements as my orgasm subsided, and I collapsed onto his shoulder, panting and sweaty, my thighs burning.
When he slipped out of me, cum ran down my thigh, but I couldn’t be bothered with it. Not when I could barely move my limbs.
Luca rested his head against the table leg behind him with a satisfied sigh. “Well, that went better than expected.” His eyes shut, and his lips parted as he caught his breath.
Resting my cheek on his chest, I circled his nipple with my nail. Tiny shivers ran through him until he placed a hand over mine. “You can’t tell me you thought we’d get engaged and not fuck.” I kissed his collarbone, basking in his scent.
A laugh rumbled through him. “I knew we would, but I thought we’d make it home first.”
“When you treat a lady like this—” I picked up a few rose petals and blew them in his face. “You can expect a little action.” Blindly, I reached up to the table and felt around until my hand landed on a cannoli. Smiling, I held it up for Luca to take a bite.
“For me?”
I lifted a brow. “Better take a bite now before I eat the rest.”
He bit half, and I popped the rest in my mouth.
We sat together on the floor and finished the rest of the cannoli. Once they were all gone, my belly uncomfortably full, Luca sighed. “I guess we need to get up.”
I rubbed my leg. “Probably, although my foot’s already asleep, so standing up will be a real bitch.”
Shifting me to the side, Luca tucked himself back into his pants and helped me up. Pinprick-like pain traveled up my leg as I shook it, watching him straighten his clothes and then tidy up the table. His bare forearms flexed as he lifted the heavy ceramic plate, carrying it to the kitchen. How he made cleaning sexy was beyond me, but he did.
While Luca wrapped the leftovers, I loaded the dishwasher. When the kitchen was tidy and the car loaded with enough food to last the entire weekend, we headed home.
When we turned onto our street, I saw a car parked in front of our house and another in the driveway. “Who’s that?”
Luca shook his head and checked his phone. “It’s going to be a long night.” He offered me an apologetic smile. “And not in the way I was hoping.”