His hands guide my legs apart. “Spread your legs for me.” He gives an order and I obey.
My breath catches in my throat as he stares at my pussy, taking it all in. “You’re fucking perfect for me.”
He licks his fingers once more before he slides those same fingers into my pussy, watching as I squirm on the mattress. “Show me how much you like it when I fuck you with my fingers.”
I let my body respond, my moans and heavy gasps of air emanating through the room. My hands move to my breasts, and Luca sees what I’m doing and grabs my arm, pushing it back against the bed.
“Only I’ll touch my wife.” There’s a possessiveness in his words, and my body shudders from the revelation that I’m his and he’s mine.
He presses firmly against my arm, keeping me from moving as his other hand rests tenderly at my hip. His tongue strokes my pussy, causing my hips to buck up off the mattress at the first flick of his tongue.
“Luca,” I rasp, finding the world disappearing around me, and he’s all that’s left of it.
His tongue devours me, teases and brings me closer toward the edge. Heat floods all of my senses. Warmth curls through me as I struggle against his hand, the one holding me down.
I let my other hand find its way into his hair, and he swiftly removes his hand from my hip and forcefully presses my wrist into the bed. He doesn’t stop with his mouth, his tongue continuing the same rhythm, knowing exactly what I need.
Each breathy moan pulls me closer. My eyes close, my senses entirely overwhelmed by the man doing such carnal things to me that drive me wild. He doesn’t stop, not until I’m quivering and shaking.
My pussy walls pulsate and throb. It’s like my nerve endings are on fire, and my body trembles. As he lifts my hips off the mattress, he releases his grip on my wrists and steadies my hips as he continues using his tongue in that magical way that sends me reeling.
I’m floating high above the clouds. Heat licks my skin like fire, and I’m coated in sweat, gasping for air, toes curling as my insides clench down and ride the wave to shore.
It takes several seconds for me to catch my breath, as though I were drowning, the smile ever present on his face as my eyelids slowly open.
“Hey there, beautiful.” Luca climbs up my frame and then positions himself to lie beside me on our bed, his head on the pillow, his eyes moving down every curve of my body.
I lean in, kissing him, tasting a mix of him and me on my tongue as I guide him onto his back, careful not to crush him.
Keeping distance between us is painful, but hurting him would be unbearable.
“No more secrets?” I run my fingers across his shoulders, careful not to touch the discoloration marking his skin.
“No more secrets.”
Six
Bristol
Waves of dizziness rattle over me as I squat down to file papers for my internship. I managed to get a pretty sweet deal, thanks to my mom, Emerson, who works for Eagle Tactical.
She convinced Jaxson to let me intern.
I should be grateful. It’s not that I’m not, it’s more the fact that I’m buried in years of pages that haven’t been filed and organized, and that’s my job.
It’s boring as hell.
At least most of the time, I’m allowed to wear earbuds and can listen to music on my phone. I can thank Ariella, the woman who works here, for talking Jaxson into letting me do that.
I spend all morning sorting through pages and pages of stapled stacks of data, organizing it by name, alphabetically, of course.
Boring work.
But someone has to do it, and as the intern, I get the crappy job.
You should see their filing room—a complete and utter disgrace. The worst part is they have so many filing cabinets that they extend out of the filing room, into the hallway, which is where I’m squatting. My thighs are killing me, and my stomach keeps roiling.
Sweat beads at my forehead as another wave of both nausea and dizziness command me to my ass.