“I need to freshen up,” I squeaked.
Luca’s crude words shocked me, but it was his intent gaze and the hard proof of how much he wanted me that set my pulse racing.
“Just one kiss,” he muttered against my lips. We were both breathing heavily against each other. The energy radiating from him exposed his fraying control. There’d been rumors of his psychotic temper I had yet to witness. Even when he rescued me from Frankie, he’d been cool like 007. If he was Dr. Jekyll one way, then I couldn’t wait for Mr. Hyde to come out and play.
The lipstick made my lips dry, so I licked my bottom lip. A groan escaped him. Huh. So I licked it again. In that split second, he captured my tongue, forcing my head back in a devouring kiss. A tiny sound came from the back of my throat and his groan gave me the confidence to return his kiss. He set me on the counter. With his hands everywhere, excitement ignited my insides and raced below my pelvis, ending with pulsing wetness between my thighs.
He kissed me and kissed me. His hand delved between my thighs, and unlike our previous encounters, this time he pushed my panties aside and plunged deeply with a finger.
My gaze sharpened in awareness, and it took me out of the warm haze. I never liked it during gynecological exams. It was an unusual intrusion, and I couldn’t decide if I liked it this time. I certainly hated it when my boyfriend tried. But with Luca, it didn’t burn. It was just unfamiliar. Luca broke our kiss and buried his head in the crook of my shoulder. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet.”
In, out, in, out.
I was so embarrassingly wet, but I was still deciding whether I liked him fingering me. The pleasure at the top of my mound was returning, and I was desperate for it to reach a peak. I’d attained orgasms by rubbing my clit, but sometimes I’d rubbed myself raw only to be frustrated. The best one I’d had was unexpected. It was when I rode my boyfriend’s leg in a session of dry humping. He’d been paranoid as hell about pregnancy. Even double rubbered while we rubbed ourselves to completion through our underwear.
Luca must have noticed my inattention because his gaze narrowed. I realized my breathing was shallow. He extracted his finger and stepped back to search deep into my eyes.
“Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”
Was now the time to admit I wasn’t sure?
“I’m not. My boyfriend—”
“Enough. No mention of another man when I have my finger deep inside you.”
He plucked me from the counter and carried me bridal-style toward the bed. “If you say you’re not one, I’ll take your word for it.”
He laid me on the mattress and surveyed me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
My whole body heated under his regard. I’d never seen that hungry look directed at me before. He shed his jacket, unknotted his tie, and slipped it from his neck. Weighing the tie in his hand as if considering something, he looked at me before tossing it on the floor. He removed his vest and unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes away from me.
“I need to prepare you before you can take me.”
I nodded, mesmerized when the broad expanse of his chest and tattoos were revealed. I’d seen him without a shirt when he took me to watch him play basketball with the family. He had powerful legs from his years of playing soccer and broad shoulders from swimming. When he took off his shirt after the game, I could only gape at his chest, the intricate ink tastefully covering his skin, and the ridges of ab muscle. That was the first time Luca had stirred me sexually. After winning the game, he was all covered in sweat and pumped full of adrenaline when he came right to the bench where I was sitting and kissed me. I had spasmed between my legs.
And I was feeling his raw sexuality right now. I rubbed my thighs to control the throbbing between them. Primed and ready, I could make myself come, but I wanted him to make me.
Naked from the waist up, Luca approached the bed and sat on the side. Kicking off his shoes, he turned to me and smiled. It was a smile that was reassuring and confident. He reached over and put a hand between my clenched thighs. I spread them like a wanton I’d seen in those R-rated almost pornographic films. His eyes followed the trail of his hand up the leg straight to my damp center.
Without another word, he got on the bed and settled between my legs. In the shadows and light of the room, I marveled how the muscles flexed over his arms and shoulders while he braced himself with his elbows.
“I’m going to sample every inch of you, tesoro,” he whispered.
“Shouldn’t I get naked?” I whispered. I loved it when he called me his little treasure. He smiled briefly but didn’t answer. Instead, he lowered his head to kiss me again. Luca’s tongue plunged and teased my own. When he centered his erection between my thighs, I undulated my hips and ground my pussy against it.
I was desperate, drowning, and falling at the same time. Desperate to chase the promise of pleasure. Drowning in sensory overload. On the brink of falling off a precipice. I needed to come, but I didn’t know how, and I needed that release now.
He chuckled briefly when he released my mouth. “Ah, Natalya. Patience. You’re trying to rub yourself to orgasm, but I’m going to give you my mouth.”
I inhaled sharply when his fingers returned to play between my legs. He released the hooks of my bustier, freeing my breasts. His mouth trailed down my chest and his tongue licked a nipple before swallowing it whole. He kissed me over the fabric. He went lower and lower, blazing a trail of sensation below my belly.
And then he was there. His nose nudging against my pussy. Inhaling, breathing me in. His tongue probed the soft skin at the juncture of my thighs, and I tried to close my legs, but he coaxed them apart. He murmured to me in Italian. Telling me I was so pretty. Telling me I smelled fantastic. Then he was nudging my panties aside and my back came off the bed when his tongue, hard and hot, plunged inside me.
“Luca!” I moaned.
A rough hand landed on my torso and pushed me back down. The assault between my legs continued. He used the fabric of my panties to give friction and alternately licked and sucked my sensitized flesh. A finger joined his tongue. My clit felt swollen. I was building, building until I exploded in an onslaught of pulses. Oh my God, was this what it was supposed to feel? Luca kept eating me. He was relentless in his attack, feasting like a man starved, and the more I opened my legs, shifting the angle of my pelvis, the more the pleasure peaked and pulsed. I screamed to the ceiling, blinded by the wave that crashed over me and took me under.
I was suffocating in countless sensations.
“Stop.” I was a mindless, boneless heap. “Enough.”
I was still pulsing when he left me. The mattress shifted, which made me look down. Luca was on his knees shoving the rest of his clothes away. My jaw unhinged when I saw his erection.
He smirked. “I didn’t want to frighten you into changing your mind.”
“You’re huge.”
Even in the darkness, his shaft stood menacingly against the darkness surrounding his groin.
“Well, naturally,” he said cockily. “But you’re ready.” He positioned himself between my thighs and fell back on top of me. His cock crowned at my entrance.
My breathing hitched.
“Relax,” he gritted. “You’ll be fine. I prepared you. I’ll go slow.”
The uncomfortable pressure continued to push against my opening. I kept my eyes on Luca’s face, watching him take me. A frown appeared between his brows. “You’re really tight.”
“Maybe just put it in,” I breathed, suddenly wanting to get this over with. It was starting to sting. The pleasure of earlier left my body, and I’d grown stiff. He withdrew, and I panicked he would stop, so I clung to his shoulders and rounded his ass with my legs. I didn’t want to be a failure on my wedding night. He plunged back inside, but my relief was short-lived. It was like a knife had split me wide open. I cried out in agony.
He paused. He was scowling now, his mouth curled in a snarl. “You lied.”
I shook my head.
“You’re a virgin.”
“I’m not,” I sobbed. “Not in the real sense.”
“Your pussy says otherwise.”
I didn’t answer. I had tried everything except penetration sex; I felt hypocritical to call myself a virgin.
“Natalya,” his voice commanded. “Tell me the truth.”
“What difference does it make?” To my horror tears scalded my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Whether it was from the pain or embarrassment, I wasn’t sure. “Can you finish, please? And get it over with.”
He cursed. “It’s too late anyway. I would have prepared you better.” He resumed moving, but he was gentle. The area between my thighs grew slicker, but I knew it was a different wetness. Soon, the scent of metal reached my nose.
“You should have told me.” He rocked gently and wiped the tears from my eyes. He kissed the tip of my nose. “It’ll be better next time. I promise.”
“I know,” I whispered back. As the pain faded, relief filled my chest. “It’s hurting less now.”
He nodded tightly, jaw clenched, and sped up his thrusts. He was watching me, and I forced a smile on my face. All I felt was a dull fullness now. His eyes squeezed shut, and he stilled. A brief flash of agony crossed his face before he groaned and warmth gushed inside me. It was oddly soothing.
He collapsed on top of me. And at that moment, we were in sync. Our heartbeats, our breathing, our nakedness. A sheen of sweat cloaked our skin, and the smell of sex surrounded the room.
Finally, Luca looked up. “I’ll run you a bath.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll take a warm shower.”
He shifted and glimpsed between us. A triumphant grin formed on his lips. “Should we hang the bedsheet as proof of your virginity?”
Mortified, I said, “Please don’t.”
He sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”
“You said you didn’t want to hear about my boyfriends.”
A satisfied smile touched his mouth. “Well, now I know they didn’t get very far…”
I averted my gaze. “I don’t feel that innocent.”
“To me you are, tesoro.” His fingers guided my face back to look at him.
“I just don’t feel so innocent,” I repeated.
He scanned my face, and I tried to look away again but his fingers prevented the movement. “All right. But I won’t touch you again tonight.”
I didn’t know whether to be relieved or panicked. “I’m sure I’ll be fine—”
“Natalya,” he said softly. “I’m not a monster.” But he followed the words with a devilish grin. “I’m not a saint either. But we’ll save all the debauchery I have planned for our honeymoon. It’ll be much more fun if you enjoy it.”
“I did love it when you had your mouth down there.” A blush scorched my cheeks.
“That’s a start. Now, let me get you into a bath.” He pushed off me and stood. In the contrast of darkness and moonlight, the lines of his muscular frame were so stark, I couldn’t help the sigh that escaped me when he headed into the bathroom and presented me with his fantastic ass.
I was so looking forward to being debauched.
