His fingers caress my breast like a light kiss, and he teases my nipple, causing my back to arch into him. I pull away, just enough not to hurt him, but it’s difficult being so close and yet not touch his chest.
Luca laughs and smiles. “I am the luckiest man.” He doesn’t argue or tease me. His hand moves to my jaw, his thumb guiding my mouth upward, more to his liking, as he devours me.
The pull of electricity races through my veins as we kiss. The heat turns up, flaming and uncontrollable as my hands roam along his arms, and I pause before I touch his back.
“You’ll get luckier when these bruises heal.”
“Feeling pretty lucky today, princess.” He winks at me, and I grab his arms, pinning him against the sofa, smirking.
I don’t necessarily have a plan, but I like that I’ve managed to catch him off-guard.
Luca is all smiles. “It’s your move, princess.”
I raise an eyebrow with a smirk. “Are you sure you want to keep calling me that?” I climb off the sofa, and Luca whimpers.
“Where are you going? Get back here.” I sway my hips as though I were dancing, finding my way between his thighs and then over one leg.
His hands fall to my hips.
“No touching,” I warn and wiggle my butt at him like a stripper would at a club. I lean away from him, my ass giving him a nice view as I give him a private lap dance.
“But touching is the fun part.” Luca pouts and then runs a finger down my bottom.
“Sit on your hands.”
“Aren’t you bossy today?” He lifts his hips, sits on his hands, and obeys me with a smile. “Happy?”
“Getting there.” I wink at him and turn around, giving him an eyeful of my breasts as my pussy grinds over his thigh.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” Luca tips his head back and shuts his eyes. “You’re going to make me hard again.”
I chuckle. “And that’s a problem, why, princess?” I shoot back at him.
He glares at me and growls, leaning forward. He nips at my shoulder, leaving a mark, and I grind my pussy harder against his thigh, using him as leverage as I thrust against him.
His breath is hot on my cheek. “Are you fucking my leg?” His words come out as a growl, and the primal part of me wants to ravish him.
But I have to keep my hands from raking down his chest and back. I glance at Luca over my shoulder and flash a huge smile at him. “Fuck, yes, I am. Have a problem with it, princess?”
He growls and lifts me off his hips.
I stifle the whimper rising in my throat and let my fingers wander, teasing my pussy, spreading my lips for him to see what I’m doing to myself.
Luca rasps, his tongue darting out to the side of his lip. He’s struggling with control.
His cock twitches, and he yanks my hand away from my pussy and guides my fingers past his lips, staring at me as he sucks off the juices. “You taste so fucking good.”
My insides clench at his words and the fiery look in his gaze.
With ease, he lifts me over his shoulder. “Put me down!”
Of course, he doesn’t listen. He must be in pain.
Grimacing, he carries me to the bedroom, putting me down on the mattress, on my back.
“You never listen.”
He chuckles. “I could say the same about you.”