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Luca pulls back, resting his forehead on mine before gently rocking it from side to side. “You deserve better than the likes of me. All of you do. But I can’t help myself. I’ve never wanted anything like I want this with you. With all of you.”
Clutching him tighter, I lean in to kiss him. I’m so incredibly happy. All of a sudden, he lifts me by my bottom and caries me toward the kitchen island. Once I’m seated, he starts to unbutton my top, but I place my hand over his. “Luca, I wasn’t sure what to expect when you wanted to see me this morning. My mother has the kids, but they won’t be out long.”
His face falls into my chest and he groans. As if someone has shot a pistol signaling the start of a race, he spins and runs to the front door to flip the deadbolt before rushing back to me. Scooping me up, I wrap my legs around him as he rushes to the couch.
“What are you doing?” I laugh.
“Shhh. Don’t have much time.”
“For what?”
“I haven’t eaten yet.” He flips up my skirt, pulls my lace panties to the side, and glides his thick, talented tongue through my center.
Oh my god.And here I thought the mirror was going to be the highlight of my day. I watch, fascinated. There’s nothing teasing or playful about his assault on my body. His face is literally buried between my thighs, licking, sucking, and nibbling like he’s starved for it. I dig my fingers into his inky black hair and try to hold on. Because he’s only been at this a few minutes, and I can already feel my climax building to a crescendo.
“Luca,” I groan.
“Fuck. I’ve missed this pussy.” He dives his tongue even deeper, and I squirm. Placing the palm of his hand flat over mybelly, he pulls back and runs the pad of his index finger over my clit. “You taste so good, Cucciolotta. Fammi godere.”
I want to know what he’s saying, but between the sound of him lapping my arousal, and the erotic way his Italian sounds when we’re intimate, I lose all control.
“Come on my tongue, Principessa.”
And I do. “Oh, Luca.” My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I dig my fingers further into his scalp until the surge crashes. Thank goodness he has such a pretty face. Because he’s going to be bald after this.
My body starts to relax, and I open my eyes to find Luca wiping his mouth. He looks like he just won a pie eating contest.
Well, maybe he did.
Just as I sit up, there’s a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it.” Luca winks, pulling the T-shirt out of his jeans to mask the prominent bulge behind his zipper.
As I try to get myself together, fanning my flushed face, I hear Caleb squealing in the background. I think he’s as happy to see Luca as I am.
I start to collect the wrapping paper and dispose of it as my family comes into view. There’s no missing the way my mother’s eyes flick between me and Luca. Whatever. I’ll let her have some fun.
“What was that?” she prods.
“Luca brought me a present.”
“Is it private? Or can I see?”
I laugh. “You’ve already seen it.”
She gives me a curious expression before I point back to where she entered the house. Mom covers her mouth with both hands but the gasp is still clearly audible. “Luca. This is amazing. I had no idea you were so talented.”
Luca beams at her. “Thank you. I can’t wait for you to see how talented Tarzan is.” He pokes Caleb in the ribs causing him to break out in a fit of laughter.
“Do you want some coffee, Mom?” I put on a pot this morning and haven’t poured the first cup.
“Oh, that would be great, honey.” My mother hands Truitt off to Luca who tickles him and places him on the floor by Myla.
I reach for a mug that reads, “If you are not coffee, chocolate, or bacon, I’m going to need you to go away” and hand it to my mother. She fills her mug and sits down at the kitchen island. I find one that Myla decorated for me in art class and pour a liberal amount of coffee into my cup.
Luca comes into the kitchen and leans against the counter in front of me rather than sitting on the other side with Mom. It feels as if he’s hovering. He loves teasing me when I blush, so why not seize the chance to pay him back. Let’s see how he likes it.
Bending over in front of him, I reach into an adjacent cabinet for nothing whatsoever. I’m sure my skirt has ridden up ridiculously high. I can feel his groan reverberate behind me. I peek up to see my mom is looking over her shoulder at the kids, so I decide to back into him and wiggle my hips.
