“Then what?” I murmur against his lips.
He chuckles and turns us around. “Then I carry you to your bed,” he tells me as he sits me down at the edge of my bed, my feet on the floor.
“Oh yeah?” I whisper. “What for?”
Luca chuckles and pushes my dress up. “So I can take this off.” He slowly drags my panties down my legs, and I can’t help but giggle. He makes me so insanely happy, it’s unreal.
“You wanna know what comes next?” he asks as he kneels in front of my bed, between my legs.
“Yeah,” I moan as he kisses my thigh.
“Next, I get a taste of your pussy. I’ll fuck you with my tongue until you forget why you were mad at me in the first place.”
I gasp when I feel his tongue on me. He grabs my legs and drapes them over his shoulders, his hands on my hips as he does what he told me he would. Luca’s tongue brushes over my clit over and over again, and within minutes, he’s got me ready to come. There’s something about the way he touches me. No matter whether he’s being rough or patient, his touch is always filled with devotion.
“Please,” I whisper, but he chuckles and pulls away. “Luca!” I complain. He got me right to the edge before pulling away, leaving me needy and frustrated. “This is not an apology. It’s torture!”
He merely smirks and undoes his jeans, his eyes on mine as he takes his cock out. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this sight. The way he looks at me, his hand wrapped around his cock, his wedding ring catching the light. It makes my heart race in a way it has never done for anyone else.
Luca grabs my legs and lifts them over his shoulder as he pushes the tip into me, slowly. “Baby,” he murmurs. “I love making you come on my tongue, but today I want this hot pussy of yours squeezing my cock tightly. There’s nothing better than coming with you.”
I lock my ankles behind his head as he thrusts all the way into me, his eyes on mine as he fucks me slowly, keeping me at a slight angle. He knows I can’t last long when he’s gotten me this close, but I’m trying my best to hold on. I want him to enjoy every second of this as much as I do.
“Your pussy is so fucking good, baby. It’s like a fucking vice. Fuck. It’s my favorite thing in the whole world.”
I giggle even as I’m overcome with passion. This is something I never even knew was possible. I didn’t think it was possible to have so much fun, love, passion, and joy all blended together into one. I suppose that’s what happiness is.
“More,” I plead, and Luca’s gaze morphs into something else. I love watching him lose it for me. He makes me feel so ridiculously wanted.
“Like this?” he asks as he rotates his hips a little with every thrust. He pulls out almost all the way, before thrusting into me hard, over and over again.
“Yeah,” I moan. “Oh God, yeah. I can’t…” I can’t hold on for much longer when he takes me like that.
“Fuck, I love you,” Luca groans, and I bite down on my lip harshly as a powerful orgasm washes over me in waves. He moans and takes me harder, coming seconds after I do. “I really fucking love you.”
I smile at him as I squeeze my inner muscles, enjoying the way he groans each time I do it. “I love you more,” I tell him. I didn’t even think I was capable of loving anyone the way I love him. He broke the mold and set a new precedent. He showed mewhat true happiness is, and for the rest of our lives, I’m going to do what I can to make sure he always feels the same way.
Chapter Sixty-Six
Valentina
“Where are we going?” I ask, confused. We’ve been driving for over an hour, and the roads only seem to look less and less familiar.
“It’s a surprise,” Luca tells me. His voice has a slight tremor to it, and I can’t help but study him carefully. He’s hiding something from me, and I’m not sure why. Is he trying to surprise me with a date? We haven’t gone on one since we lost our jobs. I still have plenty of my savings left, but we have no choice but to be a bit prudent these days. Besides, neither of us is the type to relax when there’s so much to worry about.
Luca pulls up on the side of a dirt road and turns toward me. Is he… is he trembling? “Please wear this,” he says, holding up one of his ties.
I frown in confusion, and he reaches for me, his hands shaking as he covers my eyes with it. “Oh. A blindfold? Seriously, Luca. What is going on?”
He doesn’t answer and gets out of the car instead. He’s acting so weird tonight, and I’m not sure what to make of it. Our routines have become incredibly predictable lately. We spend our days applying for jobs and helping Mom around the house,and we spend our evenings talking and enjoying each other. It’s a simple life, but it’s far more enjoyable than I thought it would be. Tonight is a strange deviation from the norm.
“Careful,” Luca says as he wraps an arm around me. “It’s a bit of a walk. We’ll go slow, okay?”
“You know I’m not the type to like surprises,” I murmur. I’m too much of a control freak, and I hate not being in the loop. He definitely caught me off guard tonight.
“I’m very much hoping that you’ll like this one,” he tells me, his tone uncertain. “I’m going to lift you up for a moment. Hold on to me?”
“Lift me—” I yelp when I’m lifted into the air and placed into something that feels an awful lot like a boat. He pulls my blindfold away just before he pushes off the shore, and I stare around in shock. We’re at the lake where my tree is. I can see it in the distance, all lit up with countless fairy lights, but that isn’t what’s most shocking. There are hundreds of lanterns in the water. Each with a pink sticky note stuck to it — all of them onesI’vewritten throughout the years.