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I don't plan on telling him how much I actually know about him, that I scour his social media accounts at least once a month since I met him, absorbing anything I can about him. That I’ve been studying him for years and fantasising about moments like this so strongly they are like memories instead of dreams. I hope Luca doesn’t find out how obsessed with him I really am.
But what he tells me about himself is far more precious and real than anything I've learnt.
His eyes drop to my cock as he twists, throwing off the mitts, totally fixed on me. Apparently my kitten apron is a turn on, because the heat in his eyes deepens as his gaze flicks over me.
“Would you take your trousers off too?” I ask, bordering on a stutter, but I manage to hold it back. “I want to see your cock again.” I give him a shy smile as I rub my palm over my forearm, hunching my shoulders, waiting for his response.
“Oh damn,” he says, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “I just love it when you say cock.”
My smile stays, ease drifting over me. It’s still unusual to speak so much, but he reassures me without even realising it.
My eyes widen as I remember the one extra thing I prepared for him.
“Oh, Luca…” I say before he comes back. “There's, um,” I clear my throat, lowering my voice. “There's lube in the drawer by your hip,” I mumble.
Another jump of my heart, another squeeze of tension in my stomach as Luca runs a hand through his hair, pushing red strands back from his face with a laugh.
“That has got to be the sexiest thing you have ever said to me. Holy shit.”
He quickly wrenches open the drawer, and the grin on his face as he spies the clear bottle tells me everything I need to know. I bought a six-pack, and it was definitely the right decision.
“Well, hello there,” he says to it with a smirk as he lifts it out. “A squirty top, too. My, my, you just think of everything, don't you?”
Heat floods my cheeks again as he nudges the drawer closed with his hip.
When we first began dating, there were times when Luca chose an AirBnB over a hotel; nice flats or houses in quiet parts of the city. As soon as I arrived, we would tear each other’s clothes off, nearly fucking against the wall. We only had to stop for lube and condoms, desperately ripping through his luggage, making love on the floor in a messy pile of his designer clothes.
So now I always prepare. It was just luck that the sex toy website I use had a special deal on.
“Okay, ready?” he asks, lifting up the bottle. From the way he swings his arm, I’m sure he’s going to throw it to me. I really can’t take that level of tension, yet I still nod.
A sigh of relief follows when, instead, he walks towards me, his hips shaking in a way I love as he drops the bottle into my lap. I just manage to catch it, cupping the bottle as I rest it on my lap.
“Good, good!” He beams. “Now! Watch as your perfect boyfriend unveils himself!” He laughs as he props his hands on his hips, and my fear of dropping the bottle vanishes as excitement rushes through my veins like fireworks.
I love it when he calls himself that. It makes everything even more real for me.
He quickly flings off his t-shirt before ripping the fly of his jeans, all while admiring me. “Ugh, actually, fuck it. Sorry, baby. I was going to turn this into a show, but you seriously wind me up.” His eyes jump over me. “I'm so fucking horny I don't think I can wait.” My brow furrows as he kicks off his trousers. I'm trying to think of what I've done that's worked him up. I did some research on how to be sexy when you invite someone to your house and I was planning on trying it out later, though I haven't implemented any of the techniques so far.
“Seriously, it’s only been a day and I’m so desperate for you,” Luca says as he comes in close. “You just drive me crazy.”
He presses himself to me so quickly I barely have time to react as he sticks my thighs together, crushing them between his knees before he steals my lips in a frantic kiss.
He moans, and I open for him automatically. I'll do anything if it means he'll come closer, and he does. Small nips on my bottom lip, a swipe of his tongue over mine, and his cock firm on my chest as he leans over me.
My hands are on his hips again. I want him to use me. However he wants to come, whatever way he wants, I simply want to taste his pleasure and all the sounds he makes. I wanted to show off and cook for him, but I also want to fuck him so badly that I’ll let anything go so I can hold him against me.
There’s a final sigh as his breath melds with mine, the soft taste of us lingering as we part again.
Lifting a hand, he brushes the back of his nails over my left cheekbone, caressing the blush that hangs there like a portrait, a permanent brushstroke painted by him.
Even closer now, the tension builds around us. It’s not sex, it’s not the pounding desire that takes us in moments like this. He drapes his arm around my neck, closer still, his knees caging my hips as his cock sweeps my apron. It feels like we belong together.
Luca presses his forehead to mine, stealing away the rest of the world with a delicate sigh that covers my lips. We’re melded together. It’s as if nothing could ever break us apart.
“How did I get so lucky?” he whispers, clasping me, his gaze so intense that tingles flow throughout my whole body, love flooding me as I melt under him, for him, with him.
Silence surrounds us and every emotion, every need, each piece of me that sings for him surges up, demanding to be free. I try to say it. I try to tell him the truth I've kept buried for so long.
