I lifted myself up on my knees, looking down at him.
“I’ve never—” he started to say, and I pressed my finger over his lips.
“It’s okay.” I positioned myself over his head, lowering myself and giving him access to my center.
His tongue darted out, slipping into my folds.
“Slower,” I said. “And a little to the left.”
He obeyed, and I threw my head back as his tongue sent waves of pleasure through me.
I shifted, guiding him to my clit. He flicked his tongue over my sensitive bud over and over again.
“That’s it. A little more pressure,” I said. “Yeah, perfect. Keep doing that.”
When my release hit me, I grunted, holding onto the headboard.
Tiny spasms rocked my body, and I rubbed myself against Luca’s nose and mouth.
Once I caught my breath, I let out a content sigh.
“Again,” I said, and Luca was happy to comply.
His tongue explored my opening, getting even more and more familiar with it. He lapped at me, his tongue pushing in and out.
“Easy,” I said. “Move a bit up. Now twist your tongue in little circles. Oh yes.”
Luca turned out to be wonderful in following instructions, and when I was about to reach another orgasm, I pushed myself up and away from him.
My juices coated his mouth, and a look of disappointment crossed through his eyes.
A smile stretched across my lips as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. I shifted until I could guide him inside me.
He hissed as I lowered myself down on him as slowly as possible. I didn’t move for a few moments, letting him get used to the sensations of being inside me.
With him stretching and filling me, I was even closer to my peak than before.
“Stay still,” I said, keeping my gaze on his, and then I started moving.
He gasped, his eyes swirling with pleasure.
I rode him slowly and gently, savoring every second.
Luca’s eyes widened, and I clenched around him, sending him over the edge. My release followed a moment later, and we both cried out.
I pressed myself against him, resting on top of him.
When I rolled off him and settled on the bed next to him, his eyes searched mine.
“Did I mess it up?” he asked.
“No, not at all. It was great.” I placed my hand on his cheek. “And I think we could do it again.”
His lips spread into a pleased smile, but then his brow furrowed.
“I’m on the pill. Don’t worry.” I offered him a small smile.
His frown deepened. “Are you reading my mind somehow?”
