looks at me that way. My towel. My sanity. My life. I tug at the material around my waist and release it to fall to the floor. But she doesn’t take what she requested. It’s the same as when I was in the shower; her gaze doesn’t lower.
“What is it?” My dick remains hard, not bothered by her lack of attention. “What’s wrong?”
She stares at my chest, her breathing remaining heavy. “I’m nervous. I’ve never seen a man naked without feeling threatened.”
I tense. “And do you feel threatened now?”
“No.”
“Then look at me.”
Her brow furrows, those dark eyes wincing.
“Shorty, just because I’m hard doesn’t mean I’ll ever take something that isn’t offered. You never need to feel vulnerable around me.”
The wince deepens, her struggle intensifying. “I know.”
“Then look.”
She nods, her brows pinched as she lowers her gaze from my chest, to my gut, slowly descending all the way to the apex of my thighs.
I’ve never been self-conscious a day in my fucking life. Not about my body or my dick. But she makes me doubt my worth. I’m not good enough for her—never have been—and that’s more apparent than ever as her innocent eyes survey my junk.
For long moments she remains quiet, her attention taking me in. “I never thought I’d find that part of a man tempting.” She swallows. “It’s funny how you always have a way of surprising me.”
I don’t know if it’s pride, arrogance, or fucking relief filling my chest. Maybe it’s a mix of all three that make me stand taller.
She returns her gaze to mine, raises her hand to lick her palm, then grasps my dick without a word.
I hiss with the brutally tempting restriction, the pleasure engulfing me. “Jesus.”
“You’ll never hurt me,” she states as fact.
I nod. “I’ll never hurt you.”
She strokes my length, the smooth slide of skin gliding up and down my shaft.
I grind my teeth against the thrill… the consuming need for release… She feels so fucking good. “Can I touch you?”
She drags her teeth over her lower lip, still stroking, still tormenting. “Always.”
I slam my mouth against hers, shoving a hand into her hair.
I rock my hips with her strokes, hungry for more as I lower my free hand between her thighs to penetrate her dripping pussy with two fingers. Her core clamps around me, soaking my palm as she grinds into the touch, her grip lethally tightening around my cock.
“Jesus. Fuck.” I kiss her harder, faster, eating up her moans and needy whimpers.
I can’t get enough. Not in taste or touch or sound. The pain in my head lessens, the agony meaningless when pitted against her perfection.
I want more. So much fucking more that I become mindless with need.
I twist my fingers inside her, flick her clit with my thumb. The pace of her stroke quickens, her attention remaining at the sensitive head of my shaft.
“Penny,” I growl into her mouth. “I’m close.”
She bites my lip. Bats those sultry lashes. Grinds harder.
I can’t hold back.
I fucking come, my seed pulsing from me in waves to lash her thigh as I groan my pleasure. Over and over, the rivulets of milky liquid mark her skin.
I buck. I growl. I kiss.
And when I’m finally done, I fall to my knees, spread her legs, and this time, I fucking dive for her pussy.
I lick and lap and suck. I flick and graze and bite.
I add my finger to the mix, penetrating her slit and teasing her ass until those bated breaths become panted entreaties.
When we’re like this it’s hard to remember where she’s come from. It’s almost impossible to contemplate what she’s been through.
Penny isn’t damaged when she’s lost in pleasure. There’s no sadness or scarring. There’s nothing but beautiful vibrancy, and I’m so fucking greedy for more.
Her fingers return to my hair, this time tearing, tugging, making my dick twitch all over again.
“Luca.” She pulls harder. “Luca.”
She rips the shit out of my scalp and I grin as her walls spasm around my fingers.
I keep sucking. Keep licking.
I don’t stop as she trembles around me, crying my name while she comes.
It isn’t until her fingers lose their grip and she quits quivering that I pull back, falling onto my ass to stare up at her with pride.
I’m entirely spent. Physically. Emotionally.
She siphoned me of strength, but something else has taken its place. Something committed and lifelong.
This woman is everything. My priority. My goal. My future.
I don’t want to be without her. Not for a week, or a day, or a minute.