his head. “And I’d do it again. Every single day for the rest of my fucking life. Without pause or doubt.”
I burn—eyes, throat, heart. The heat overwhelms me, leaving beautifully wistful memories to soothe my scars.
“Now spread those thighs,” he demands. “I want to make you feel good.”
24
Luca
The scent of her drugs me.
The heat of her consumes me.
But those eyes… those fucking eyes enslave me, leaving me powerless.
Everything inside me screams to dive farther between her legs, to lunge forward and take what’s readily offered. Instead, I battle temptation, moving agonizingly slowly, my stubble grazing her inner thighs.
Each inch of devoured space intoxicates me more. Makes me burn. Pushes my restraint further.
All I want is to sate my need. But more importantly, I want to feed hers.
I stop a breath away from her pussy and close my eyes against the allure.
My mouth waters at her scent—sweet soap and heavy arousal. I can already taste her; the juices make my tongue swell in anticipation.
But still, I don’t take.
I withstand the temptation. Teasing myself. Testing.
I need to know the mindlessness she inspires can be tamed because I won’t hurt her. Not like this. Not ever. If I did, I’d—
“Luca,” she begs. “I can’t take the anticipation any longer.” She shudders with an inhale. “I feel like there’s a constant stream of electricity coursing through me… I’m trembling.”
“Tell me what you need.”
She whimpers. “I have no clue. This is new to me. But I trust you to know what you’re doing.”
I’ve got no fucking idea. Not with her. Not with someone I’m petrified of hurting.
Yet the compulsion to provide and protect latches its claws deep. I won’t leave her wanting.
I nestle farther between her legs, placing my mouth right before her core.
Her breath catches with every inhale. Her tongue snakes out to nervously swipe her lower lip.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
There’s never been a prettier sight.
“Don’t keep anything from me,” I demand. “Not your fear or your pain. At the first sign of hesitation, you make sure you tell me to stop.”
“I will.”
I bridge the space to her pussy, my hands digging into her thighs. I never quit watching her as I take my first taste, the slick heat of her arousal coating my tongue.
She gasps. Jolts.
Her surprise fucking moves me. Soul deep.
I lick again and again, slow strokes, tender touches, until those jolts lessen and she settles into the sensation, her hands finding my hair.
At first, she’s hesitant. Gentle touches. Gliding fingers.
But I need more. I want her to share this obsession. This compulsion.
I delve deeper. Lashing her pussy with longer swipes and teasing flicks against her clit.
The jolts return with each new movement, and it takes too fucking long to realize it must be because the sensations are foreign. She’s never had this. Never had a man pay homage to her perfection.
The insight makes me work harder to please her.
I suck her clit, earning a throaty moan and a tightening of those gorgeous thighs around my head.
My dick pulses with need. From base to tip. Balls included.
I fucking throb for her, the urgency making me mindless. The torture of my headache is the saving grace stopping me from blowing my load in the towel.
I yank her closer to me, holding her on the edge of the vanity, her heels coming to rest against my back as one of her hands grips the counter. It’s the perfect view, the landscape before me filled with smooth waist and perky tits covered under the thin layer of her shirt.
She doesn’t quit watching as I devour her, nuzzling against her pubic bone, lashing her with harder strokes.
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, her brows furrow, and that breathing, fuck, her breathing is so short and sharp I ache to claim her mouth.
“Come up here,” she pants. “I want you.”
No. I’m not fucking her.
The last thing she deserves is some pussy-starved, threadbare man rutting into her.
“Please, Luca.”
I hold tighter to her thighs, lapping, sucking.
She whimpers. Wiggles. “Please.”
I don’t listen. I keep devouring, every last drop of arousal sliding down the back of my throat.
“Luca, stop,” she begs.
I freeze, instantly, and lean back on my haunches. “You okay?”
She nods, straightens, then reaches forward to grab my jaw, guiding me to stand with such exquisite confidence. “Drop the towel.”
“Penny, we’re not—”
“Please, Luc, just drop the towel.”
I growl. “We’re not having sex.”
“I didn’t ask for sex.” She blinks up at me, all innocent and meek. “I only want to see you.”