Page 20 of Hot for Her Italian Mafia
Fuck, Luca doesn’t need to do much to get my engines revving. A single look is enough to drive me crazy, but having him touch me like this is a whole other level.
His digits move in slow, rhythmic circles to start, and his kisses along my inner leg are similarly soft. But the closer his face gets to its prize, the more ferocious each action becomes. Light rubbing turns to firm, haphazard movements. Gentle kisses become ferocious and hungry, with teeth and tongue finding their way all along my skin.
I lose control of my body as he goes. Shaky legs and short rapid breaths are all I can muster. Warmth swells through my core, reaching my sensitive pussy, and liquid gushes down my legs. I’ve orgasmed before but never like this. Never at the hands of a man who knows what he wants and won’t stop until he has it.
“A little treat for me? You shouldn’t have,” Luca says, flinging his face into my soaked meat. He laps up my juices and lets his fingers continue to do their work against my nub.
I’m blushing again. I can’t say for certain how I know it with all these newfound sensations ripping across my body, but I do. Even the butterflies in my tummy are different somehow. Vigilant and aware that I’m crossing the boundary of being a woman.
Then it happens.
Luca’s fingers are replaced by his tongue. It’s warm and soft against my engorged clit. My legs collapse around his head, and I emit a squeal of sheer elation.
A thick finger finds my opening and slides in without resistance. It’s slow and deliberate, while his tongue moves in random, excruciatingly delightful patterns against my clit.
The first orgasm came easy and the second easier still. Rattling and shaking, I can't control my erratic limbs. My legs tighten around Luca’s head and my arms fly forward until I’m grasping handfuls of Luca’s black hair.
Luca moves back briefly, but I don’t let him get far before pulling his face back to where it’s meant to be.
“Cum-hungry little thing.” Luca doesn’t look up while speaking. His gaze is firmly fixed on my slit.
Damn, he could say anything to me right now and I’d melt into a puddle…more of a puddle. Who am I kidding? He could say anything to me anytime, and I would have the same reaction.
“Well, I…” is as far as I get. I can’t find words, locked in a state of euphoria.
Luca’s head bobs between my thighs once more. The soft pad of his tongue runs up the length of my slit before the sharp point penetrates me. Again, I clutch at handfuls of hair, whimpers, squeals, and moans leaving my lips.
But he doesn’t stay down long this time. No, before I can pull him back, Luca pulls himself away and stands upright. His enormous frame towers over my messy body, soaked in a beautiful mixture of his saliva and my wetness.
“Are you ready?” he asks, hands reaching dangerously close to his belt.
I am. More than you’ll ever know.
I nod my head. It barely moves, and this causes Luca to raise a brow.
“Nervous?” He cups my cheek. The liquid running down his chin glistens beneath the overly flattering lights of the small cubicle.
Again, I nod.
“And why’s that?”
“It’s, uhm.” My voice sounds hollow, scared. Try as I might to put on the big, strong girl act, at heart I’m still the same bundle of nerves who couldn’t approach Luca for months. “It’s my first time.”
“Your first time?” Luca asks. His face scrunches in an emotion I wouldn’t know where to place. “You’re a virgin?”
“I am.”
A corner of his lip curls up in a wicked smile.
“My, my, my little lamb. You’re full of surprises,” he says. “Then, let this serve as a taste for the magnificent experience that will soon befall you.”
“Soon?” I stand up.
No. It’s not going to end right now, is it? All the planning it took to get in this room just to be shot down?
“Yes. I’m not going to take your innocence in a mall changing room. It wouldn’t be right.”
Luca’s words both send a wave of relief and a crushing weight over me.