Page 26 of Hot for Her Italian Mafia

“You can do whatever you want,” I say. I mean it, too. Not only because of the heightened sense of relaxation Luca’s put me in, but this night was for him. For me. For us to explore every inch of one another.

He discards my bra on the side of the bed before getting back to rubbing me down. Now his hands find my side, grazing against the curvature of my breasts, and each touch sends a tingle straight to my core.

Luca adjusts himself, moving from the side of the bed, throwing his legs over mine, and mounting me. Though he’s farther back, resting on the back of my thighs, his thick member brushes against me and nestles comfortably between my legs.

“Those pants aren’t doing much in the way of restraining him,” I tease. My excitement is getting the better of me, and even in this touching moment, I can’t help but think about Luca’s throbbing cock.

Luca snorts a chuckle at my comment. “Well, he’s been eager to meet you for a very long time. Being this close, there’s no way of holding back.”

I throw my head back to look at him. While his hands work along my spine, his eyes are glued to my panties.

“So, what are you waiting for, then?”

“I want it to be perfect,” he says. “I don’t want you to feel rushed, scared. I want you….”

“I’m not scared,” I say. No. Scared isn’t the word I’d use in the slightest. Luca’s done everything in his power to show me he isn’t going to fuck me and run. He’s made every aspect of our evening a wonderful and magical experience to keep my mind off what’s going to happen.

It hasn’t worked. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since the changing room. Letting him take me. Break me. Make me his forevermore. I’ve indulged it because it’s as much for him as it is for me, but I’ve waited long enough, and I want him now.

Luca lifts himself off me and stands at the edge of the bed. He starts working on the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one slowly and deliberately.

“If not scared, then what?” he asks, opening his shirt and letting it drop down his back giving me the first glimpse of his bare body.

A single scar runs down the length of his right pectoral but fades before it hits his abs. A thick bushel of hair coats his muscular frame and runs down into a V-shape nearing his waistline. But even through the forest of fur, I can see the curves of his well-trained body. Thick, cut, and veiny.

“Anxious,” I admit.

His belt goes next.

“Different word, same connotation.” He doesn’t take his pants off, returning to my side. He places a hand on my hip and guides me gently to turn and face him fully.

Try as he might to not gawk, his eyes lock onto my breasts, and if he isn’t so close, he’ll be licking at his lips like a starving man at a buffet.

“What’s it going to feel like?” As a man, it’s a question he can’t have experience answering. But he has to have some better understanding than I do.

“I won’t lie to you, Josie.” Luca leans closer, throwing one hand behind my head and pulling me into him for a kiss. “It’s going to hurt. But the pain won’t last long, and when it’s done, you’re going to feel pleasure you’ve never experienced in your life.”

He moves the hand behind my head down my face, shoulder and finally rests on my breast, squeezing it. A soft noise rumbles in the back of his throat, and he sucks in a slow, deep breath.

“How do you know it won’t last long?” The words struggle out of my lips in a timid stutter. Between his pleasurable touch and my mounting nerves, confidence in speech is hard to come by.

A wicked smile dances across Luca’s face.

“Because little lamb…” He pauses, trailing a finger from my breast, down my belly, and between my legs. His finger presses into the wet fabric, moving in slow, forceful circles against my clit. “You’re already soaked.”

“That helps?” Huffed breaths trickle over my words. He’s barely touching me, a single finger in my pleasure zone, but it’s more than enough to send me into wild spasms.

I’m speaking just to speak. I know the answer. Lubrication is just as important as a solid cock. Without one of the other, penetration is going to prove difficult.

“It does,” he says, leaning his exquisite body over me. From his new position, Luca has more control over the limb between my legs. Still, only a single digit, but more force, tighter circles, and an air of determination. “Don’t speak. Don’t think. I’m going to make you cum. It will make everything after all the more enjoyable.”

His words send shivers through my body. My hands dart to the thick padded muscle of his chest, nails digging into the flesh. He tenses against them, groaning self-satisfied noises as he watches me wriggle and squirm.

Luca’s finger brings me to the brink of sweet release. So close to an orgasm, my body rattles in anticipation. Feeling my tension against his hand, Luca’s eyes lock with mine. His face is stern, stoic, and deeply focused on his task.

Then it happens. The bundle of nerves that tightened in my belly releases in a wave of intense euphoria that extends and radiates through every limb. My heart thumps in erratic, powerful pumps, trying to keep up with the intense overstimulation. And with closed eyes, I see the vast colors of the rainbow stretching out ahead of me.

Who needs drugs when an orgasm can be such a damn trip?