Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
He’s coming back to me.
He’s coming back, yes, but there’s still so much left unknown to explore. I can see every sensation play across his face as if he’s experiencing it for the first time: my fingers tugging at his hair, my teeth grazing his neck. I reach for the hem of his T-shirt and draw it up and over his head, tossing it to the side before I slip backward on his lap, lowering myself to the floor between his knees.
“Emery…” He reaches forward, brushing a curl out of my eye. “What’re you doing?”
“Do you really not remember what comes next?”
He laughs, low and rough, mumbling something that sounds a lot like Are you fucking kidding me?
With impatient hands, I unbutton his shorts, coaxing them down his hips and off, dropping them on top of the T-shirt. His boxers are soft white cotton, challenged by the insistent length of him pressing up against his belly.
Teasing, I just pull down the waistband, leaning in to inhale the masculine scent of him, soap and arousal, and press a kiss to the head of his cock. Humming, I ask quietly, “Do you remember this?”
Luca sucks in a sharp breath as his head falls back against the sofa. “Fuck,” he says on an exhale.
I tease him, small licks and kisses, refusing to take him all the way out of his boxers until he’s an absolute mess, wet and rock-hard in my hand. “What about this?”
He huffs out a laugh, his eyes fixed on where I’m holding him. I use his arousal to lubricate his length as I tease him with my mouth, slow and luxuriating, until his thighs tremble, pressing in against my shoulders, and I wonder how long it’s been since he’s come.
“I thought about this,” he says, sucking in a breath. I look up at him to continue. “About fucking you. What we’d look like together. How you’d feel.” He makes an almost painful sound. “Wanted it so much.”
With a moan, I take him deep, sucking him in earnest, relishing the sounds he makes with every deep dip of my head, the way his hips begin to instinctively lift in rhythm, the soft toying of his fingers in the hair at my nape.
“So good,” he whispers; then his grip tightens in my hair. “Ah ah, no, my love… slower.”
I obey, going back to slow teasing, smiling with my eyes up at him, and after a few minutes of toying with his need, bringing him to the edge and then back again, I release him to whisper, “Do you remember this?”
With a grin, I lower my mouth down his length and back up again with suction, again, again, until he’s panting above me. Luca’s hand forms a fist in my hair and he lets out a guttural curse and comes, pulsing in release, his low moan pulling the trigger on my own desire.
Without hesitating, he pulls me up onto his lap, kissing my swollen mouth, huffing out an awed laugh as if he can’t believe what I just did, his fingers making quick work of the buttons on my shorts. I kick them off as Luca impatiently peels my underwear down my thighs, guiding me back over him so he can reach between my legs. He releases another rumbling sound when he feels the slickness there.
“I want this all over me,” he says, kissing me urgently, pushing two fingers into me, using the heel of his hand to rub my clit. “Voglio essere bagnato di te.”
I can only let out a whimper, feeling so swollen and tight I know it won’t take long before I’m coming on his hand. I ride it, circling while he thrusts, and he stares down between us, watching what he’s doing to me, before he pauses with a frustrated growl to rip my shirt up over my head and unclasp my bra, getting me fully naked over him.
I laugh in relief when he returns his focus to the urgent situation between my legs, and I kiss his jaw, his chin, his cheek until I can only bare my teeth against his cheekbone, panting, entirely focused on the sensation I’m chasing. It’s so close, the moment is just there, that feeling of falling and blooming and expanding, and he whispers that I’m doing so good, I’m so beautiful, get there, amore mio, get there, and he bends to pull my breast into his mouth, sucking and biting, and it’s what I needed to completely fall to pieces on his hand.
It’s eternal, the way I come, drawn out by the press of his palm and the rapid thrusting of his fingers—a skill he’s always had, one that makes my science brain sit up from the sex-hazed slumber to momentarily high-five him—before I slump forward, boneless and leaden, loose with pleasure.