My answering nod is accompanied by a sigh or whimper.
“You wore your hair down. Was that for me?”
Freshly dried, my hair hangs down my back in beach waves. “You seem to like my hair.”
“I love it. I can’t tell what color it is. It’s like a molten bar of gold, silken and glowing. And I love your honesty.” His hand lifts, the backs of his fingers brushing over a nipple. It has my core tingling. “And I like your pale green eyes.” A kiss on my brow. "And your hundreds of tempting freckles.” A kiss under each eye. “And your cheekbones.” Kiss. Kiss. “I like the undeniable look of innocence on your face, the curious, intrigued tilt to your head when you study me, wondering if I’ll answer your prayers. Because, Winter, you want to be corrupted, don’t you? To have someone answer every fantasy filling your head.”
I can scarcely breathe, his words incendiary. “I didn’t realize all my sordid imaginings were so obvious.”
A chuckle. “A queen in a tower? Come on,” he murmurs, teasing his lips over mine. “And with your hair so lovely, long, and flowing too.”
He thinks I’m Rapunzel? I almost laugh. “Sounds like your fantasy,” I offer.
Confident hands grip the hem of my sweater, slowly pulling it over my head and off my arms. Without looking, he just throws it to the side. He repeats the process with my t-shirt, leaving me standing there in my sheer cream bra. My nipples strain against the fabric, begging for more of his touch. Quickly, he obliges, pinching a nipple, rubbing it between two fingers before repeating it with my other breast.
I groan out loud this time, a combination of sounds, ones I didn’t know I could make.
His fingers work the closures and zipper of my pants with accomplished ease. I have to wriggle the material down my legs, and because I’m not shy about nakedness or sex, I take my panties off too.
And I’m not shy about my body either. Nor my appetites. And I enjoy sex. I enjoy it under my terms best, but it’s got to be fun and exciting and a little unorthodox. So far, I can’t work out what this is between Luca and me, but it’s undoubtedly temporary.
Luca unsnaps my bra and it gets tossed somewhere far off. His fingers return to my nipples, pulling, twisting, a ravenous, insatiable burn building. “You’re beautiful. And responsive. I can’t wait to sink inside you.” Carefully, Luca runs his fingers through my hair. “I always thought red was my favorite, but this is better,” he murmurs, his chest expanding. “Red and blonde.”
My palms glide up his outer rib cage, feeling every shallow breath he makes. “Undress me,” he commands, skimming his hands over my ass.
First, I start with the shirt, rolling it up his chest in slow, revealing increments. Assisting me, he takes over when I can’t reach any higher, dragging it off his arms before it gets thrown to the side. Even though I saw his leanly ripped body yesterday, I allow my eyes to run over his delicious chest and abs. Quickly, I undo the button of his jeans, then the zipper. I push at the fabric, bending as I tug them down his muscled thighs. He steps out of them, stripping off his boots and socks until all that remains is a pair of black, subtly branded boxers. A small damp spot is evident high up by the waistband, his cock leaking.
Unable to help myself, I kiss the head of his cock through the material, sucking, tasting him. It’s not enough. I tug his boxers down, revealing a long, hard cock which has my mouth watering. When he kicks the material away, he gently pulls at my arms.
Frustrated not to have him in my mouth, I let out an unhappy sound. His answering chuckle does nothing to appease me.
As I slowly rise to my feet, I drag my nails against his abs and pecs which jerk and twitch. His body is so perfectly designed, and his face is one I could happily look at for an insanely long time.
We reach for each other at the same time, my head tilting up, his lowering, our mouths meeting in a blistering kiss. It overflows with pent-up need, with the restraint we showed at the restaurant. His tongue moves against mine in scorching waves, my body melting against his. Locking my arms around his neck, I jump, wrapping my legs around his waist as he devours me with unparalleled hunger. Large palms run over my ass, kneading. I rock against him, lustful heat blazing through me from top to toe as I experience what he hides in his boxers and behind towels.
Tonight is not going to disappoint.
Wood in the fire pops and hisses, my mind fixed on only one goal as unquenchable aches multiply in my core.
I need to come.
“Luca,” I moan. “We need to—”
“Not yet,” he murmurs in my ear, sending goosebumps every which way. Our mouths fuse as he slides me along his length, coating himself in my arousal.
In the next breath, I’m falling to the white, fluffy rug at our feet. Using his strength, I’m eased to my back as he sinuously climbs over me, sucking a pebbled nipple into his mouth. The move is so effortless, so practiced, and I hope it’s an indication of skill rather than blatant promiscuity.
I writhe underneath the expert ministrations of his lips and teeth, every part of my breasts, neck, and shoulders thoroughly explored. Then, he reaches for a condom from his discarded jeans and rolls it on. Settling between my parted thighs, he notches himself at my entrance. Our eyes hold as he pushes inside, the fit deliciously snug. He feels so good, so satisfying, and my lashes flutter up and down in ecstasy. My head is encased by his palms, his eyes skipping over my face as he slowly fucks me. “You’re so pretty,” he tells me. “So wet and tight and perfect.”
“Faster,” I tell him. “Don’t hold back.”
Ignoring my request, as if relishing our union, it’s a good minute before he picks up the pace, our bodies slamming together. He gives it to me hard, his cock rubbing against my inner walls, his lower abs grinding against my clit. We try and kiss, but it’s too tricky when I’m lost to desire, incapable of anything remotely coordinated except rolling my hips against his. But somehow, he manages to brush his parted mouth against mine, kisses snatched at as I slowly but surely lose my mind.
We’re a dizzying combination of dirty, obscene exhales and panting breaths, an exchange of hot air. I clutch at his deltoids, the muscles below those too, as my body frantically climbs. Only briefly do I think about the forbidden aspect of this, about the barrier I’ve crossed. Those thoughts turn to vapor as the air gets punched out of my lungs as he drives inside me, sweat gathering between my breasts.
I feel him thicken. Feel him swell as I ascend to the mountain edge. His breathing changes, my body reacting, dragging me closer to that ledge before I fall a long way down the other side.
“Oh my god. Oh my god.”