Page 39 of Worth the Risk
“I need to taste you, right fucking now. And don’t even think about taking off those heels. I want to feel them in my back,” Luca snarls as he yanks me to the edge of the bed, drops to the floor, and buries his head in between my legs. He’s a mess of lips, tongue, and teeth as he maniacally attacks my pussy. Licking from my asshole to my clit, he leaves no inch of skin untouched. “Eyes open, bella. Watch me. Watch me eat you.”
I open my eyes and lift my head, propping my elbows on the bed to see Luca’s eyes the darkest I’ve ever seen them. I feel him penetrate my opening with one finger, slowly crooking it upward until he finds my G-spot, and I moan loudly. “I knew you’d be good at this.”
“You thought about this?” he says against me as he takes my clit in between his teeth and nibbles.
“God, yes. Dreamed about it,” I say breathlessly. “Fuck, Luca, I knew it would be so good …”
“What did you dream about? Tell me, Pixie,” he says gutturally as he slides a second finger inside.
“I knew you’d be good with your tongue. I dreamed you’d wake me up like this every morning. Then, after you got me off a few times, you’d take me to a different place in the apartment and fuck me. So hard. Always hard. Then we’d shower together. Sometimes a bath. Fuck, so good, don’t stop,” I whimper.
“A bath? Like when you got yourself off when I could hear you?” he whispers against me, his fingers picking up the pace as he adds a third finger.
“Yes. God, that was hot. Luca I’m so close.”
“I know, baby. Come for me,” he says, latching around my clit and sucking hard. My entire body stiffens, a wave of euphoria coasting over my skin as pleasure surges through my veins. I can’t breathe, the feeling is so intense, until the wave crashes, and I shake harshly through the orgasm.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, as his fingers don’t slow. Luca circles his tongue around my clit as my body slowly returns to normal, then quickens his pace again.
“Another,” he growls as my back arches and I scream. White spots dot my vision as I struggle to catch my breath. “I need to be inside you, Pixie. Where are the condoms?”
I mumble something incoherent and point in the direction of the drawer they’re stashed in. My body feels liquified as I vaguely register Luca opening the box and ripping open a condom wrapper.
“You okay, Pix?” he chuckles.
“Uh-huh,” I murmur. I feel Luca slide his arms around my waist, picking me up and sliding me toward the center of the bed. “Can’t have you on the edge for this. I need room to work.”
“Room to work?” I ask, giggling.
“Yeah, baby. Gonna ruin you for any other man now, okay?”
“Oh. Okay,” I tease, my eyes still closed in the post-orgasm haze. Ruin me. Okay. Sex is enjoyable, but it’s not that good …
Luca holds one of my legs at a ninety degree angle and pushes into me hard. So hard that I scream. Should have kept my damn eyes open so I saw the beer can coming at me, apparently. My entire body locks up at the intrusion.
“Relax, Pix. You said you wanted it hard. Fuck, I’m sorry. I should have waited, got you wetter. Shit,” Luca says. He starts to pull out, and I’m so afraid he’ll leave that I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his back.
“No!” I shout. “Don’t leave.”
“I wasn’t going to leave. I was going to give you a minute … Jesus, Hannah, you squeezing me like that … fuck. You feel so fucking good …” Luca trails off as he groans when I shimmy my hips slightly. The pain from before has morphed into a blissful line flirting from pain to pleasure.
“Luca, move. I need you to move,” I whimper. Luca’s hips shift, just an inch, but enough to hit places inside me that have never been hit before. “God, yes! Please!”
Luca moves more, finding a groove as his groin pushes against mine. Each time he bottoms out, he hits my sensitive clit, sending a zing of exquisite bliss into my bloodstream. His hands slide up my arms until our fingers are intertwined, and he lifts his head to look at me. “Open your eyes, Pix. I need your eyes.”
When our eyes meet, everything fades away, except for this beautiful man. The connection I feel to Luca is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. It’s physical, yes, but I feel like our souls are connected. Like we were always meant to meet.
“Luca,” I whisper, emotion clogging my throat as tears fill my eyes.
“I know. I feel it too, Hannah,” he replies. His pace speeds up, his thrusts shorter and less measured, as he gets closer to his orgasm. “Don’t close your eyes. Okay, baby? I want you to watch me come.”
“Okay, baby,” I reply, and he groans as he viciously hammers into me. I come again, a rarity I can count on one hand happening in my entire adult life, considering I’ve only ever given myself multiples a couple of times, and my orgasm triggers his. He shouts as his cock spasms inside me.
“Holy shit,” he gasps as he collapses on top of me. “Who’d have thought you calling me baby would make me come so hard?”
“That’s what did it?” I ask, stroking his back slowly as I try to catch my breath. “No one has ever called you baby before?”
“Full disclosure? Yes. But not like you. Not like this. With you, it’s different. With you, it means more. So much more,” he says as he leans up to kiss my lips tenderly.